Sometimes surprises are sweet (very long
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|Sun, 10-26-2003 - 8:11am|
I'll be gone all week this week, starting tomorrow (so I'll be back here in ~7 days...I'm not kidding myself anymore about being 'ready' to move on...)
So last night, frustration was at a peak. I was out running with my dog. My wife was out at a church function & wasn’t supposed to be home for another 2 hours. We had been snipping at each other all day. Communications were breaking down, and it had me worried. I was thinking she was being crabby, and she was thinking that I was being insensitive. Fact is, we were both in the wrong.
I had just reached the most difficult part of my run; on the loop, at the top of the highest hill. And I was just thinking about her, and thinking of things that I could do to make our relationship better. I’m getting ready to go away for a week, and really don’t want to go away like this.
I was thinking of a relationship building exercise. As I topped the hill, I was wondering about leaving her with “an assignment” while I was gone, and working on one myself. I was thinking to myself that one of our root problems is that I’m not seeing her wants & needs, and she definitely hasn’t been seeing mine. My idea? For both of us to make a few lists while I was gone during the week, and to compare them with each other when I got back. NO rush, just as thoughts came during the week, they could be added to the list.
Here are the lists for me to do:
1-Things she likes, wants, and needs in our relationship
2-Things that “I think” she thinks that I like, want & need in our relationship (in other words, what is my perception of what she thinks I want?)
3-Things that I really do like, want & need in our relationship.
And her lists:
1-Things I like want & need in our relationship.
2-Things she thinks that I think that she likes wants & needs in our relationship
3-Things that she really does like want & need in our relationship.
I still may do this, but it is exactly what I was thinking as I was rounding the top of the hill. I thought it would help us talk about meeting each others needs, while at the same time, help us discover differences in perceptions.
I was already working on my lists, in my mind. I know she’d like me to help keep the place cleaner than I do (our “neatness” tolerances are VERY different). I know she needs outside friendships more than me. On another list, I need OUR friendship to rekindle. I need more intimacy.
I was thinking about sex. I was thinking that, I not only want more frequency, I want more fun. More “kink”, more experimentation. I was debating this issue with myself (“It’s important!” “no its not” “yes it is” ) as I was topping and rounding the hill, and wondering how to put that on the list. What to say?
At that moment, a car pulled up beside me, seemingly from out of nowhere. My dog and I pulled up short as the window came down, and a beautiful woman from inside the minivan called out to me.
“Sir. Can you help me?”
“Yes m’am.” I played along.
She went on, “You see, I’m lost, and I need help with something. You’re a good lookin’ fit man that could probably help me. ..”
At that point, I realized just how sweaty I was. I was still breathing hard, but my sweat smelled clean.
“Sure. Let me put my dog in the back.”
I couldn’t believe my luck! I couldn’t believe this! Even though she was dressed in simple jeans and a sweater top, the cotton weave clung to her as the seatbelt separated and emphasized her breasts. She had a twinkle in her eye that made her beautiful under the street lights. Her skin looked so smooth and soft.
“So, what do you need help with?”
”Well, I’m just feeling alone. I need someone. You see, my husband and I haven’t been connecting lately, and I saw you and thought you might have what I am looking for right now. I feel a bit lost.”
“I know what that feels like. My wife and I have been short with each other. Some of it has been my fault; we just don’t seem to know how to talk anymore. Hey. You’re a beautiful woman! Your husband is lucky to have someone as hot as you.”
“You think so? Really?”
“Oh my God! Just look at you! Absolutely! Does he know how to take care of you?”
My wife just grinned, and we kept playing along, pretending to follow through on a pick-up. She would say things w/ double meaning, and I would come on to her.
I finally suggested that we go to a secluded place that I knew of, and “talk” about our needs. I was still sweaty. She was gorgeous. My dog in the back was wondering “…wha?...”
The thrill and the risk of asking her to take her top off, and then in my taking off her bra was really incredible. We were imagining the “pretend forbiddeness” of what we were doing. Her breasts were never more beautiful to me than right then, in the shadowy light. As we kissed, her breathing was just as rapid as mine had been when I was running. Something about me being sweaty made it even better.
I asked her, in a whisper, to take off her jeans. I had already undone the snap button, but needed help; she had no sooner slipped out of them, than my hand was across her downy place, and in between. She was sopping, and I gently circled her button. We continued kissing. I was whispering to her that this was just sooooo hot, what we were doing, but without confessing that it was a game. She shuddered and a sharp grunt followed her groans. Release. Quickly, I slipped out of my running shorts, and dove in. It was so great; her warmth… her hands on my back… her soft wetness, firmly drawing me in…
The mini van was rockin’. (In all of this passion, I did have a moment of ‘chuckling’ to myself that the van was rocking!).
When we were done, she asked me…“Do we still have to pretend?”
I smiled and said “Of course not. Honey, that was the hottest, most wonderful thing that has happened to me in a long while. Thank you so much!”
Then we went home.
Maybe we’re on a better track than I was thinking. I was absolutely blown away, and will never, ever forget last night. She certainly ‘stepped up’, and found a way to give me exactly what I needed, WHEN I needed it… now it’s my turn!
What do y’all think of my ‘list’ idea?