Not Getting Upset

Alls quiet. Nothing going on from a sexual standpoint or even wife led for that matter.

A couple of mornings this week I didn't get up and serve her coffee. She doesn't seem to care and if she doesn't, then I really don't either. Her lack of participation is not unusual but I still find it unsettling since it is the only real sexuality in our marriage. Oh well, the ebbs and flows. I'm getting better at not being upset and just accepting.

I'm off with a kid to a tournament this weekend then the following week we go to Arizona to celebrate out anniversary without kids. No kids for more than one night in....10 years.

Need Some Help/Ideas

Dear faithful readers or anyone just stopping by....

I go away in 17 days with my wife to celebrate our anniversary. She is trying to think up some fun type of countdown game.

In the past, I've had to send her daily emails with "things to do" or things that I'll do for her.

Yes, she's already mentioned that I'll not be orgasming until then.

Anyone have any good ideas?

The Strangest Thing Happened

My wife is an extremely busy proffessional. Consequently, she doesnt' have alot of friends so about every year I try and get her to spend the weekend away with her close girlfriend (no, not like that).

Of course I do all the planning and while I don't deny that I can fantasize about me being her executive assistant, her ordering me to do the research, etc etc. it just isn't like that. I do it because she won't do something nice for herself. It's just a loving husband type of thing.

But yesterday I was just lounging around and started to think of places she could go annd things she could do. I looked into three different locations/themes (resort spa versus big city theater and night life), flights from our city and from her friend's. Just happily browsing the net.

And then the strangest thing happened. I started to get an erection. I wasns't 1/2 naked, I wasn't fantasing about anything, I just felt this deep love and devotion washing over me. And it wasn't a small one either. I got very, very hard. One small stroke and I nearly orgasmed. So since she wasn't here, I stopped:)

I never had that happen, except in 8th grade but when you are 13 and the wind blows....

I haven't told my wife yet but I plan to tonight. I'm curious to see if she understands.

Ya da Ya da Ya da.......

The wife came home late yesterday afternoon from her business trip. It was the 2nd in 3 weeks. Fortunately, she doesn't travel again until September.

At some point she wanted some coffee and I happily obliged. As you all know, we have a ritual of coffee service. I get down on one knee and say, "With this coffee I love, honor, worship and obey you." I know for some that this seems WAY over the top but it's always done with a smirk between us. More fun than pure dominance/submission.

With kids running around and general chaos I quickly dropped to one knee and said, "With this coffee, ya da, ya da, ya da." Handing her her coffee I stood up.

Looking me directly in the eyes......"No. You don't get to say, Ya da, Ya da, Ya da." Try again.

And so I did.

Glad she's home.

Closing Ceremony: No Thanks

Yesterday my wife had me go down to the mall with the free coupon for a Victoria's Secret panty. Now being sent to VS by my wife to pick out a panty for her is fantastic. First it shows she's the boss. Second, I get to pick out what her panties look like (though they must be comfortable and cotton. She also said that they must be in Spring colors.) Third, not knowing which panties fell under the coupon I had to ask the sales girl. And while I didn't say, "Hi, my wife told me to go come here and pick out panties for her. With any luck I'll pick out a pair that will please her so much that she'll have me kneeling bedside and pleasing her orally..." Well, you get the picture:) The sales girl did have quite a smile on her face so who knows what she was thinking.

I also had to go and pick up the ring that has "Whatever" on the inside. And I might say, proudly carrying a VERY small bag from VS through the mall and to the jewler.

With all that done, I was in a great mood and thanked my wife a few times for sending me on the panty run. She also thanked me for taking our kid to his music lesson so she could get on the treadmill. I tried to explain that it pleases me to drive him SO she can work out. That I like to server her.

This morning I spooned her a bit and then pulled away when I felt my erection growing. I didn't want her to feel pressured. I did feel that her feet needed more pumicing and I asked her if I could do that. She said after the shower when they are softer.

30 minutes later saw me in my pajamas serving her coffee and pumicing her feet in the LR while she watched the news. (I'll leave the fantasy of who saw me to a different post). When finished I just got up and watched some TV with her.

"What, that's it? No closing ceremonies?" (That's her way of expecting me to masturbate in front of her)

"No. I just wanted to do that for you. It's my way of thanking you for sending me to get the panties."

Nothing more was said or done. I will either send her and email or tell her later that while I definately did recieve some sexual gratification for pumicing her feet, not everything I do is all about sex and or more specifically, my orgasm. I just want to do some nice things for her. It's facinating to me but I'm not sure she understands that yet.

All in all, a great two days!

Her Control is Her Control

What a great way to wake up. As I came out of my deep slumber Sunday morning, I felt my wife's foot in my crotch. She carefully manipulated me until I was good and aroused at which point I couldn't help myself and frantically started to hump her foot and leg. That's about the time she decided she needed her coffee.

Now most guys would be angry if the wife got him all aroused only to stop. But not us guys in wife led marriages. Nope. I happily bounced out of bed and brought her some coffee all the while sporting some serious wood. Well, honestly, by the time I brought her coffee back I was, shall we say, at 1/2 mast....hey, the house was cold.

With our impending trip to Az and warmth and pools and bathing suits and sundresses and open toed shoes, she needed some foot care. Again, in a great mood, I pumiced her feet smooth while kneeling, naked of course, next to her. Life was damn good!

At the end, she had me masturbate. I told her it wasn't necessary but she insisted.

I would rather her have just kept me aroused then send me on my merry away. But her control is her control.