I'll take that bet

It all started on the drive home from running some errands.

man: I don't know why anyone would drive a four door Accord.  They look so much better as a two door.

And then somehow he mentioned that one of our neighbors had one.  And I disagreed.

me: No, she has a Nissan Altima.

He laughed at me.  And then he asked that age old question.

man: Wanna bet?

I never back down.  I just make sure that the bets are all win-win!

me: What are we betting?

man: $100.

me: Please.  We're not betting money.

And so the bet was revised.  If he won, he'd get a blow job.  If I won, he's go down on me.  See?  Win-win!

man: I hope the car is in the driveway when we get home.

Sure enough.  And my man will be getting a blow job.  And I don't mind.

Things have been a little tense over the last two days.  We haven't been having sex because of it.  I let him know that I was missing it.  I really am.  And I haven't even turned to masturbating because I really just want him.  He's worth the wait.  Always has been.  Always will be.

How to handle morning wood

I always wake up before my man.  He's a sleeper, more of a night person.  Still, he woke with a huge
erection.

me: I can take care of that for you.

man: How?  You already showered.

me: So, I don't mind cleaning up again for that...

man: No, it's okay.

And yet as time went on while we talked, it became evident that he really needed some release.  He was edgy and pressed against his hard on, or even grabbed it.

me: That's it.

And I removed my jeans and wiggled out of my black nylon boy shorts.  He watched expectantly as I came over to him and pulled back the blanket.

man: What are you doing?

me: Taking care of you.

In seconds, I had him in my mouth and I was using my hands.  I was determined to get him off.

man: That's good.  Just like that.

I told him recently that I really like his instructions and feedback.  We're so much happier in the bedroom now that we communicate and tell each other what pleases us.

Soon enough he was coming in my mouth.  Like the good girl I am, I swallowed.  Yeah, I know how to take care of my man.

He's living the good life

Yes, so we're on our quest to have a special weekend...next weekend.  And you, of course, know what that means.  Yup.  We're still working on that threesome.

I have posted a new ad on Craigslist.  And a few hours after the posting, we received a response.  There were pictures.  And they were more than promising.  His reaction?

man: Yeah!  Let's do her!


Fantastic.  Finally he's excited.

And so I gave him that look.   You know the one.  It was the look that was supposed to demonstrate that he may have showed just a tad too much enthusiasm for this strange woman and her naked boobs. 

Still, we had to respond to her, with pictures.  And the problem is that we're discovering that people want face pics.  Maybe not a bad thing for him, but my face doesn't photograph well.  Oh, and girls want pics of his dick and he doesn't often photograph that at all. 

We looked through some pictures for just a few minutes.  It was evident that there were no good face pictures.  We wouldn't want to scare her away.  And we still needed a good dick shot.

See where we're going with this?

Yes, I gave my man a blow job just so we could have pictures for the response.  Damn, he's living the good life.  And when we told them later, our friends agreed.

Come back tomorrow to find out how that conversation started.  It'll be worth the trip, I assure you.

Bad dreams and happy endings

I was awakened at the early early early hour of 6am on a Sunday morning.  And when it comes to be awakened by my man, I never mind.  This time he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close before he spoke.

man: Bad dream.

And I could tell that it was, just from his grip on me.  He practically clung to me.  So, I knew the dream had something to do with me.  Any dream that prompts that reaction usually involves him losing me in one way, shape, or form.

This dream was no different.  He later revealed it's contents.  Apparently we had finally set up a time to meet with another couple for our first big event.  It was Jenny McCarthy and some old, rude, bald guy.  Interesting.

While I wondered how this could be bad for him, since he was getting Jenny McCarthy out of the deal, he soon explained.  There were no details about sex with Jenny.  Instead he was bothered that I had given this guy a blow job.  (Like I would ever let another man near my vag.)  And then the guy had tried to take over my man's side of the bed.

Needless to say, he had a violent reaction in his dream.  I'm not surprised.  And his bad dream made me happy.  All I heard was more reassurance that he didn't want to lose me.  I have no equal.  Not even Jenny McCarthy.

So, I soothed him in my own special way.  I had been stroking him while we spoke.  And then I simply went down on him.  I liked and sucked and stroked until he came in my mouth.

It worked.  He wrapped himself around me, more relaxed and at ease.  He snuggled in.  And we fell back to sleep.