She says you've put your clothes over my new top that I'd laid over the bannister rail. Now it's got a mark on it. I'm going to have to wash it! So I go upstairs to have a look. Sure enough, there's a mark but it's my bloody top! Hers is hanging up.
She's very good at "Jon, can you do the vacuumining?", "Jon, can you clean the ensuite?", "Jon, can you mow the lawn?" so why not "Jon, I'm feeling horney, can you lick my clit?" She knows I'd be there in a shot!
Another mark of my wife's devotion was to be sitting in the lounge listening to her masturbate in bed. I'm good enough to clean the bathrooms, clean the ovens and mow the lawn but not good enough to get access to her pussy. Sounded like a good orgasm though!
So, I'm sitting here in the garden desperate for a cold beer but I know that I can't have one because we're going to the theatre later and I have to drive (my wife is disabled). So, I'm thinking, how the fuck did we let this happen!
I just heard that apparently my ex-wife is dead. My current wife met up with an old friend she hadn't seen for some years who used to work with my ex. I need to find out when she died and how. For me, she'll always be as she was when I last saw her 30 years ago.
Just made the bed again. Don't know why I bother. Nothing ever happens in it, on it or anywhere else for that matter. What I wouldn't give for some affection, to feel someone touch me. It seems such a long time. No sex please we're married!
My wife got up early this morning and unlike other days, she wasn't nagging me to get up. Alone in bed and feeling horney, I decided to masturbate. I'd hardly got going when "Jon, I've got no Internet connection!" That was the end of that!