Went to the gym after work and after some soul searching yesterday. Not sure what happened. But something did.

While lifting I chatted up a new gym bunny. Really this is all hindsight as I didn't realize at the time I was flirting or being hit on. That's me. That's how it's always been (maybe I will expand on that...but it worked for me in college. IDAGF?) one the trainers came up to me and asked if everything was ok with me and the wife.

"sure"

"well you two (the bunny and me) were flirting pretty hard."

Then it snapped. "Dude if you want her go for it. Her tits aren't big enough for me."

Came home told Son #1 to get ready for the bating cages. Practice starts next week.

told Son #2 to quit his whining, finish his homework or I'd come home with a dress for him to wear.

Yanked on the wife's braid so her head pulled to the back of the couch, throat exposed. I kissed her hard. She smiles. Tells me to get her coffee.

Now. I am standing in the kitchen. We have a great room on the main floor so the coffee pot isn't far from me. But its her command.

"Say please." She gives me a look. "Even the boys have to say please." She asks again saying please.

I get her coffee...and yank her braid again. Then tell her to have Son #2 to start a fire in the pit outside. The rest of the sap needs to be boiled (we make maple syrup in the spring).

Batting cages. Take Son #1 out for coffee to enjoy the quiet.

Home. Evening progresses. Last of the sap boiled off (total of 10 gallons of syrup this year).

Night comes on. Boys in bed. I jump on her. Tickle her until she screams she is going to pee her pants. Now...the only thought that crosses my mind is that we just got a new couch. So better let her up.

As she comes out of the bathroom I push her to the bed room. We make out...more tickling...this time she's in tears. But...I get stiffed armed and a hard no.

I take a shower. OK. How the fuck do you guys deal with a beard. This shit is crazy itchy.

Come back down and change the TV show to Charmed. She likes that show...me I only like the boobs. She looks at me and asked me why Im watching it.

"I want to see boobs. You aren't showing me yours."

"You aren't supposed to notice stuff like that."

"Their boobs? I notice." A few minutes later she says "well if you really want to have sex we can."

Flash forward....laying there she says/..."wow I didn't think i'd have an orgasm." No shit. She literally doesn't think she can have more then 2 a week?! Seriously?! Then she gives me a lecture about how hard I've been doing her lately. "You don't have to be some rough. I don't like it." but never once has she got up and left, physically stopped me...and this is the first time she said it. So....what she does not what she says, right?

I tell her she needs to suck my dick more. Hugs, laughs some more obscene things that don't lead any where...we get up.

I am finishing up in the kitchen she's studying. Braid dangling over the back of the couch. I don't know what came over me.

I take the last bit of mixture for a protein chocolate peanut butter cup I make...add some water to make it a little more wet. Sneak over...dip her braid in it.

Then hit the rack.

just as I fall asleep I hear screams.