First off - yes I'm the guy that could not get my wife to fuck me for nearly 11 months this year.
I was going to post this in OYS on the main sub, but didnt want to get hit with a rule 9 violation so I figured I would post this here.
Been working RP about 15 weeks now. Now down to 206 from 260. Been slowly starting to game the wife. Her bitchiness is on the decline and I'm on a roll with swatting down shit tests with STFU and Fogging / A&A. Still zero sex and not any initiating from myself or the wife.
So far I havent initiated any active dread. I know I should get on that, but she doesnt seem like she is in a position where it would work out for me....or so I thought.
These past couple of weeks have been super busy for me. A friend of mine who owns a performance shop in town was preparing a couple of builds for the SEMA show and was running behind. He called me up and asked to help so I got busy doing some fab work for him. This has been resulting in some pretty late nights for me the last 2 weeks. Wife hasn't really given me any shit about it and has been stopping by the shop to bring me dinner and hang out a bit a few nights a week.
As the last build got wrapped up, my buddy invites me to the SEMA show. Of course I jump at the opportunity even though I can only go for a couple of days and head out to California. Wife has work obligations and cant go....not that I really wanted her to.
I dont know if anyone here has been to SEMA, but it is chock fucking full of 8s,9s, and 10s. Its insanity. I'm taking fucking pictures of everything....people, cars, presentations. Hot fucking women keep coming by our booth and taking pics with our builds, and my buddy is posting all sorts of shit to his Instagram. My wife keeps texting me and seeing how things are going and asking for pics. I tell her to check out the shops Instagram for all the pics and videos. I dont have time to send and upload all that shit. Later I look at the shops Instagram and I panic a little...buried in the posts are pictures of me, me with the shop owner, and me with gorgeous women standing with me or in the background. Strangely the panic quickly subsides and I realize BP me would either make a fool of myself in begging the shop owner to pull down the pics, or I would proactively try to manage my wife's incoming shit storm. I say nothing and do nothing.
The texts from wife ramp up in frequency. I decide to enact 2/3 and start lengthening the time I take to text her back. At one point I wait a good 3 hours to respond and completely ignore a couple of shitty texts about "how busy I must be." Goddamm right I'm busy.
I fly home last night. When I get off the plane I text the wife to let her know I landed and I'll be home in an hour. She texts back "ok. I'm tired and going to bed. See you when you get home." When I get home I go to the bedroom. The lights are on dim and shes laying in bed wearing lingerie. I almost didnt know what to do, but I say nothing and get in bed with her. We fucked twice. Pretty good quality sex too.
This morning I get up to take a shower to head to the office for a bit. At one point I looked through the glass to see her standing naked staring at me. Without a word she comes into the shower and sucks my dick like a cock famished porn star. I let her go at it for a few then pull her up by her hair and pin her against the wall and fuck her again.
Guys...I cant remember the last time we had sex 3 times in 2 days, let alone 3 times in a year. From what I can tell, I believe I somewhat unintentionally established some level of dread while I was in California. Of course now I'm prepared for the eventual backslide into nothingness and I want to avoid that.
I dont want her to feel like she can just give me a bit of pussy and then fucking go back to being a bitchy asexual wife. Any tips on keeping the dread level up without going Rambo and being obvious? Anyone here ever work their way out of a dead bedroom and have an idea of shit I should be on the lookout for? Any input is appreciated.