I have continued questing for the 2 minutes. And yesterday, as we were getting ready for church, I did manage to grab Arwyn and she sat on my lap for what must have been 5 minutes or so. It was nice, but of course my greedy self wanted more. She got a bit huffy, and I just said “Okay!” and let her get with whatever she had planned.
Nights have been anything but promising. The boys are usually in bed by 8:00, give or take an hour. and Arwyn goes straight down after that. Unless she’s on the computer. I’m otherwise on the computer, myself, sometimes until midnight or even later. There’s no way I could go to bed before 10. I just don’t need 10-12 hours of sleep. 5 is okay although 6 or 7 is better.
With yesterday morning being a nice start, and seeing as it has been 3 weeks since we’ve shared any sort of physical intimacy, I was looking forward to trying to start something. This time, she was actually in bed before my oldest. I came to reprimand him for still being up and there she was, in her inverted sleeping position, wrapped in her individual blanket. I spent some hours on the computer, and went to bed, taking care of my own prostate congestion by imagining those days before we were married and before we even knew each other very well. Those days when there was some 69ing, some oral and she let me touch, rub and squeeze her breasts.
She has always claimed that she needs a deeper emotional connection to have and enjoy sex. I beg to differ, since we fucked more during the first 3 months of our dating then any other time since then. If I put a pea in a jar everytime we had sex before we were married, and then took one out every time we had sex after marriage, I would still be far from the bottom of that jar…almost 10 years later. It was like the more she knew me, the less she wanted me.