Sexting The Wife

Jennifer has to work late a couple times a week doing open houses, and detests open houses where nobody comes. She gets bored and we tend to text a little during her events just to stay in contact with each other. She does a lot of events like this in her job and if they are dead it’s just a vacuum, so I fill it and make her laugh. If the event is good I cheerleader her too.

When she’s working late I usually make sure the house is clean, dinner done, kids happy yada yada yada in her absence. This particular night the dinner option was leftover sausage bread, but I wrangled eldest daughter into cooking pasta with me and we had that instead.

My text game with Jennifer is just to stay in playful contact and let her know that everything is going well at home. She gets mommy guilt sometimes so I think it reassures her that the kids are happy. There’s a lot of Beta in the text and what I’m doing at home, but there’s a firm Alpha note as well.

Me:  How is it?

She:  Aargh. Hate open houses when nobody comes. Leaving at 715.

Me: 

She: Yep. Suckage. Need sausage bread.

He:  Or eldest’s pasta

She:  Oh really?

Me:  Ya we did fetathingy and chicken

She:  LOL

Me: The password to open the garage door is I WANT YOUR COCK. Just text and it’s done.

She: 

She:  I WANT YOUR COCK.

Then I opened the garage door so she didn’t have to get out of the car in the snow and haul the door up. We kissed in the garage, then as she walked up the stairs into the house ahead of me I gave her a playful swat on the ass.