They say that good things come to those who wait. I don’t know if it’s true, but I do know that the longer you wait for something, the better it tends to be.

Last night, we had dinner with friends of ours. The conversation was consistently exciting, and frequently involved sex. Three bottles of wine made us frisky, and by the time our guests left, Jack and I were both horny. Enjoying a great buzz, we went to bed, hoping that the alcohol in our systems and our heightened arousal would make for fantastic sex. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Jack fell asleep first, and I followed.

Sometime during the night I heard Jack apologizing for his lack of energy. I remember telling him not to worry about it, although in my state of sobriety I doubt he could understand my slurring. When we woke up this morning we had a very clear goal: As soon as we were both home from work, we were going to have sex, with no alcohol allowed. I wasn’t about to repeat what happened last night!

Of course, things don’t always work out the way we plan them. I had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, but there was an hour to kill between work and the appointment time, and I stopped home for a sample of the main course. Even giving him a blowjob would have been nice, and during my short drive home I thought naughty thoughts about freeing him from his pants and gobbling him up. Unfortunately Jack wasn’t expecting me until after the appointment, and he’d gone out.

Looking back on it, it was just as well. The deal was that we would have sex, meaning that we would take our time and really enjoy it. Even with an hour before my appointment, I would still be way too rushed in getting him off, and the last thing I would want to do is start something I don’t have the time to finish. Plus, at the very least I would need to brush my teeth and drive to my appointment. While that would give me maybe half an hour, or at the most forty minutes, to enjoy Jack’s cock, actually doing it would make me very wet and gushy indeed. I didn’t want to go to my appointment in that condition.

The anticipation of what (hopefully) awaited me at home made a routine appointment much more bearable. As I pulled up to our house I was pleased to find Jack’s car parked out front. I began to experience major stirrage as I imagined jumping my husband the second I walked into the house (a thought which had kept my mind occupied throughout the appointment). But his car wasn’t the only one parked there. Jack’s parents had stopped by for a visit. Now, my in-laws are wonderful people, but the less said about them in a sex blog, the better.

Walking into the house, I kissed my husband, said hello to his parents, and then went to our bedroom where I took a shower and (shhh…don’t tell Jack) got off with the hand-held showerhead. It was fun, but after I came I kind of wished I had waited until Jack had been there to share it with me.

When we had the house to ourselves, we did have sex, beginning with an amazing round of oral (Jack giving and myself the lucky receiver) that made up for the false start the night before. As I succumbed to one of many intense climaxes, I made a mental note to give him head before we were through. Despite the fact that it was almost nine o’clock by the time we got started, we had no shortage of energy. I’m sure that anticipation played some role in this, as we continued having sex for the better part of three hours, switching positions frequently. Jack amazed me with his stamina, pushing me further and further with each amazing orgasm he treated me to. And when it was his turn, I asked him to fill me up and he eagerly granted my request.

We kissed, the sort of raw, hungry kiss that begins sex for us much more often than it ends it. I realized with the slightest regret that I never did give Jack head. Oh well. Maybe that’s something we can write about tomorrow.

-Jill