OMG here with a tale from a 20+ year marriage changed by TRP. I was really playing with fire on this one and I don't recommend it but it amused me and I hope my story amuses you. I also was not really trying to get sex with this exchange (no really) but that is how it worked out.

As is my custom, when my wife (high powered, ultra smart, in charge, no nonsense business executive) came home from work I watched her get undressed and noted with approval her "tell" that she wanted to have sex (she flashed her 36 Double Darlings before covering up again and did not put on lounging clothes but her nightgown). In fact, she slowly pulled off her hot pink underwear and was about to put on a fresh pair when I swooped in and picked her up off her feet and sat in a recliner, cradling her like a little child. She let out a whoop and put her arms around my neck, laughing as I sat down. Her eyes sparkled and she flushed bright red before giving a breathless: “What are you doing.”

(With an amused half smile): “I want to make out with my wife” (kissing her).

After just a couple seconds she pulled back, shaking her head fiercely. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I don’t care” (holding her tightly and kissing her again).

Now she pulled back shaking her head: “I do.”

I laughed in her face: “You are going to pull an LMR after that display?”

Frowning she asked the obvious question: “What is an LMR?”

“Last minute resistance. There is a whole body of literature on how to overcome it. Give it your best shot. You can do better than no teeth brushing.”

Frowning deeper she rolled her eyes slightly and pushed me back to arms-length, as best she could as she was still laying half naked on my lap cradled in my arms. Without hesitation or mercy she launched her attack: “OK, fine. When are you going to get a job that pays more than me.”

In my BP days that would have caused a HUGE fight because the answer is pretty damn obvious- she is a business lawyer, I am a college professor. Nuff said. Instead of losing my frame I grinned and kept deep eye contact with her before telling her in a cold, icy voice: “You don’t unload the chemical weapons for an LMR. That’s crossing a red line, dearest. Try again.”

Grinning ever so slightly at her victory she continued without hesitating in her whiny little girl voice: “But I don’t feeeel like having sex. You can’t make me.”

I smirked: “I never said I wanted to have sex. I said I am going to make out with my wife” (kissing her again). When she pulled back I grinned wickedly and asked if she wanted to try again. This time she flicked her hair and licked her lips, warming to the challenge.

Again she launched her attack almost without hesitation as if she had been thinking hamstering about it for a while: “OK then, why do you think it’s OK to play games with your own wife. All this game thing is just to get me in bed.”

Luckily I had also been thinking and studying the issue so…Smirking deeper I answered her very valid question: “Because all the world is a stage sweety.”

Now she squirmed a bit to loosen my hold and pulled back even further to give room to her protest: “But it is all manipulation. You are manipulating me so I will have sex with you.”

My smirk changed into a little bit of a boyish grin like I got my hand stuck in the cookie jar and nodded slowly: “Every human interaction is about manipulation.” I had a lot more to say but could see her sizable hamster spinning like a roulette wheel so said nothing further and let her process this.

After a few seconds she had worked up a response: “OK, so you can justify it because it is good manipulation but…but, it’s not fair. You have this game that you always play but it is one sided. It’s not fair” (more whiny little girl voice).

Sarcastically: “Right, like you don’t know girl game and manipulate me with it all the time.”

She sat up, eyes bright, suddenly very interested: “You are going to have to tell me about girl game. That is the first I heard of it.” I rocked her lightly and lectured her in my professor’s voice, ticking off the points while keeping deep eye contact: “Girl game is being sweet, submissive, agreeable, sexually available, and asking what you want or need me to do clearly without whining, bitching, or nagging.”

“Hmm, how does that work, give me an example.”

I was ready: “OK, so a woman’s husband is mad at her because she demanded a new dishwasher and he doesn’t want to work overtime to get it for her. Instead of complaining she gives him time to unwind and then kneels down in front of his chair, puts her eyes down and her head on his knee. Does he stay mad at her?”

Laughing she had to admit it was not likely (and that it was likely she got her dishwasher after all).

In a joking whiny little boy voice I said: “But that is manipulation…it’s not fair.”

Her response: “Can you carry me into the bedroom.”

I dumped her off my lap onto her feet: “Maybe, but you’re still pretty damn heavy. Keep working on it.” Then ignoring her mock angry expression I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom.