The last time we had sex was Tuesday night. We planned to have sex Monday, but at a fantastic dinner with Vincent and Mia that night, Jill had a little too much to drink. Although she sobered up fairly quick once we got home, she had a pretty bad migraine and we were both tired. So we decided to have sex Tuesday in order to make up for it, especially given that Jill’s schedule for the rest of the week might make sex difficult.
When I got home from work on Tuesday, I sent her an e-mail explaining in detail what I planned to do with her when she got home, and what I wanted her to do with me. Before she left work for the day she replied to my e-mail, leaving no question that she was as ready as I was.
I lit a couple votive candles and placed them on our nightstands. Then I turned on the bathtub faucet, and while it was filling I found a tub of bath salts Jill likes and sprinkled some into the
bath water.
As the bathtub filled, I went out into the living room and opened the blinds to await Jill’s arrival. As I saw her car pull into the driveway, I became aroused in anticipation of what was to come. I met her at the door and kissed her, and as soon as she set her purse down I took her hand and led her down the hall.
We paused in the bathroom doorway. The bathtub was almost completely filled, and very exciting. I undressed her, and she climbed into the tub. After a moment, she asked if I was going to join her. I politely declined, deflecting her words of disappointment by explaining that the bath was all for her. Besides, our tub isn’t nearly big enough to accommodate both of us without displacing half of the water.
I stood nearby as she relaxed in the bath, and we talked about her day at work, and mine. She enjoyed a nice, long bath, then she got out and I dried her off, and it was off to the bedroom.
It was nice to make love, for a change. And I’m a guy who rarely, if ever, uses the expression “make love” to describe sex.
-Jack
Awww, Jack, that was SO sweet! Jill is a lucky girl. In 6 years of marriage, Vincent has yet to draw me a bath…
Vincent and I rarely use “make love” either. We usually call it “sex,” although occasionally we’ll call it “fucking” if it is indeed that. But I know what you mean – we reserve “make love” for those special, romantic, hug and kiss filled sessions. Those are nice.
And thanks for coming to dinner. We enjoyed ourselves and look forward to doing it again.
Mia Wallace
Don’t feel bad. My husband has never done it either.
-M&L
Jeez! I hope I didn’t get any of my fellow tripods in trouble!
When we’re not calling it “sex”, we’re much more likely to call it “fucking” than “making love”, because most of the time it’s a much more fitting term for what we’re doing. There’s a definite distinction between those romantic, face-to-face “hug and kiss filled sessions” and loud, sweaty, seldom face-to-face fucking. But regardless of which happens to be occurring, we enjoy ourselves (and each other).
Regarding dinner, you’re welcome, but you’re much more deserving of thanks than us.
-Jack
I call BS on what Mia said about me NEVER doing that. I HAVE, just not in a while….well, a long while
vincent
That was a sexy post, although not as raunchy as I was hoping. You should have Jill write an entry about what happened when the action moved into your bedroom.
-D650