Not sure if this goes in RP-Woman, RP-Game, RP-Parenting, or here under the LTR flair. Background- 20+ year marriage, much of it in a r/deadbedroom with things never better 1+ year TRP.

After my wife gave me a second BJ to completion for the week I was pretty mellow for several hours- until an argument with my Alpha, big-mouthed, football player son erupted over his yelling and screaming and carrying on about his homework. Long/Short He yelled at his mama. I told him to knock it the hell off and he had a total meltdown. Par for the course. I laughed at him because he was being ridiculous and he became even more enraged- and now directed his screaming fit at me instead of his mother.

I was not about to back down from my teenage son and my genuine amusement was not helping him calm down so my wife tried this weird isolation play, saying (to me): "Sweety, I need you to bring the laundry baskets upstairs."

I laughed at her and scratched her behind the ears in a brilliant example of Amused Mastery said to the recalcitrant teenager for all to hear: "She is trying to separate the boys, isn't she cute?"

I thought it was a great victory for my Frame or something and then...seeing that ordering me to do something wasn't going to work my wife's entire demeanor changed in an instant. She snuggled into my chest, batted her eyes at me, and whispered in her falsetto baby voice: "Can you get me those baskets now pweeeze." Then she broke eye contact by looking down sadly and then up again, shyly, pleadingly looked into my eyes before lowering them demurely again.

While the teenage boy was oblivious to our exchange to me it was almost like a fricking spell. It was magic I say. I am weak even recalling this hours later. She got her laundry baskets- folded.

TLDR: Girl Game on a sexually satisfied man is more powerful than the strongest argument, the biggest attitude or the most persistent campaign of behavioral modification.