I will always be this wet for daytime sex

Y'all!

My husband leaves for Boston tomorrow. I was hopeful that maybe we could be on good terms before he left. But, last night was not good. We were going to go on a date to shop and out to eat. Instead, he pops up off the couch at 2 in the afternoon and said “Go get ready. I need to get a screen protector, go to the vape store and the mall to find some sweaters for Boston”.

I had wanted to get dressed up for our date. I told him we were gonna have to come back so I could get ready for dinner. On our way, I stopped by Sonic for a cherry coke with lime slices. They skimped on the ice. He bought me my vape juice and pods and a new charger from my cousin's vape store.

On the way to the mall I suggested that he picked something out for me to wear for dinner and he immediately assumed I wanted him to buy me something, which would have been nice but that was not my point.

I just said, “Nevermind. That would only be a good idea if you were someone entirely different”. He continued to say that I just wanted to spend all of his money and that he already bought me my vape stuff. I just said “nevermind” about 20 times until he stopped.

I have less and less patience to explain myself these days.

At the mall, he starts asking me to tell him how he looks in the sweaters and wants me to help him pick something out. I called him a hypocrite and start being a brat. Bratty Brat, not Kinky Brat. He eventually gets pissed off at my attitude after only finding two sweaters. I was just trying to make a point that he was asking me to do the same thing I asked him do. But I took it too far. When we got back to the house he took off. I waited 2 hours for him before I finally left in a sexy dress and sandal wedges. My hair was cooperating too. As I was walking to my car I noticed him in his truck. He was cranking it back up so I assumed he had just been sitting in his truck avoiding me. I sat in my car messing with my radio for a minute, giving him an opportunity to do the right thing. He didn't get out of the truck. I drove towards Birmingham. I decided I wanted a pack of cigarettes even though I knew I shouldn't. I stopped at a gas station to fill my car up and picked up a pack of camel menthol lights. My husband called to ask where I had gone. I told him I had waited 2 hours for him at home, and not to play dumb. He said that he went to get a screen protector. For two hours?

When I got to Lakeview I found a parking spot at Tin Roof to figure out what I wanted to do. Right when I pulled up he texted, “Why don't you want to go out with me?” I told him he could come to the Lakeview district. He said the engine light was on in the truck. I got out of the car for a smoke and I texted that I'd pick up hibachi on the way home and then while we were relaxing and watching a movie that I picked out, he was going to touch me like I deserve. I finished the cigarette and headed to pick up dinner. After we ate, he ended up messing with his vape for about 20 minutes before settling back to love on me. We were watching Conclave. I fell asleep through a few parts. He was doing an okay job with the physical touch but he was still half assing it. Then he said “Am I going to need to take a shower?”

“Fuck. Really? You changed “Are you going to take a shower” to “Am I going to need to take a shower?”

By that time it was almost midnight. “I'm too tired.” I said annoyedly.

We went to bed but I slept fitfully.

I woke up early with an upset stomach. My husband and son decided to still go to church. Before my husband left he asked me why I was upset. He asked if my stomach was dying. I said “something is”. As I stared at the corner of the room. “My youth. My sexuality. I am just going to have to come to terms to not getting what I want.”

“I was loving on you last night he said”.

“But it was a chore. It will always be a chore. I want to be wanted, to be made to feel like the most important person in the world for a moment”.

I started to cry but instead just jabbed my fingers into my eyeballs. He walked over to me and hugged me and began stroking my hair and I began to cry. He asked me if I wanted him to rub lotion on my butthole but I was not in the frame of mind to laugh. I said he was making me feel weird.

After they left, I asked chat GPT what I should suggest my husband read or listen to to learn about body worship and sensual touch and it sent me a bunch of good suggestions. I sent them to my husband.

I tracked my son on life 360 until they got to Homewood (far enough away) and then proceeded to grab a cigarette from the pack I had bought.

I did some cleaning and laundry and then smoked another half cigarette before taking a hot bath.

Later, I was laying in bed just having written my post from earlier when he called. I was wet from my writing. He told me that my son was going out to eat with my parents but he was going to come on home and get food with me if my stomach felt better. We decided on Tazikis.

After we hung up I texted him to bring home an appetite for daytime sex. Apparently he didn't get the message. He came in and asked if I wanted to order the food. I told him to check his messages. He did and came and laid down next to me while we ordered the food. He began touching me just like he knows that I like. Proving once again he only pretends not to know what to do. He teased me for a long time. I knew he didn't want to have sex. “You can give me an orgasm”. His hand moved down and teased me for what felt like forever. “Please” I whispered. “What?'“ he asked. “Please move your hand lower” I begged. He did. I was soaking wet. The orgasm built and about 30 seconds after the door dash driver rang the doorbell I had the longest orgasm I have had in a long time. He was hard as a rock but said he wanted to wait. I told him we needed to do that more often. He didn't disagree. As we moved to the living room to eat our dinner, I said, “I will always be that wet for daytime sex”.

And I ain't lyin’.