“I will ride you when you get home you sexy husband” his wife texted him.
“I can’t wait. I want you so bad! Time should fly already” he texted back
“I will ride you good, you will scream. I want to hear that manly moan” she texted.
“I am so hard right now and I am at the office. What are you doing to me my wife?” he replied.
“I haven’t even started. I am wearing your favourite underwear” she texted.
“The red one?” he replied.
“Yes, the red laced one. Come remove it. Spank me and grab me. I want you deep inside me” she texted.
“You are making me sweat here, my pants have no room to breathe” he replied.
“Your hardness fits inside me. I am wet for you. Come screw this horny wife of yours” she texted.
The sex talk continued, he was so aroused, he left work an hour early to avoid the traffic along Mombasa Road. Something was about to go down on their bed.
He parked the car. Got out fast thinking how he will make passionate love to his love and release this pent up sexual urge tingling at the tip of his penis.
The wife opened the door. No hug.
She just walked quickly to the sofa and sat to watch a TV programme on Switch TV, it must have been Chatspot or something.
He was confused. This was not the greeting he was expecting after all that sex chat. The children were outside playing, they had the house all to themselves to play for about thirty minutes.
He leaned on her, kissing her cheek as his fingers went inside her dera, to rub her left nipple which tends to be extra sensitive.
She moved away from him as she gently removed his hand from her breast.
“How was your day?” she asked absent mindedly as she continued watching the TV.
He sat next to her looking at her perplexed, wondering what happened to his horny wife.
“These ladies on TV know how to dress. Do you think I would look good in a hairstyle like that one?” she asked her husband.
Yes you would. He said forcing himself to watch the TV show after his attempts to hold her yielded no results.
The TV show was over, the children came to the house excited. The great sex opportunity was lost. At this rate, he had lost his erection.
The wife went on to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
He got up to help. He read somewhere that when you help the wife in the kitchen, she appreciates and desires you more.
He made jokes, dirty jokes sometimes; trying to be romantic but she did not connect.
Dinner was served, they ate with the children. He was banking on them going to bed early for some hanky panky. He still had hopes.
After dinner, she washed the utensils, ironed her clothes for work for tomorrow, then sat, took her phone and started checking her emails and scrolling Facebook.
“I am sleepy, we go to bed?” she asked him.
“Sure” he said, with revived hope.
They got to the bedroom, she brushed her teeth. Removed her dera. Got into bed. Turned off the lamp on her side of the bed and slept giving him her back.
“Good night Love” she said.
He did not even respond. He turned the lamp on his side off and laid staring at her back.
“She actually is sleeping!” he thought to himself.
Fifteen minutes passed.
He turned on the lamp and spoke.
“My wife. Have I hurt you? Are we OK?” he asked.
“Yes, we are OK. Why would we not be?” she asked.
“Why do you keep doing this? Why do you tempt me then leave me hanging?” he asked.
She turned to face him in bed.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You were sending me suggestive messages and turning me on then when I come home I find a wife who is not interested in making love” he said.
“Oh! That!” she remarked.
“Oh?! Do you know how much it hurts. You do these countless of times, you build my expectations with your words but no action in bed. You talk a big talk sexually but I see little of that put into action” he lamented.
“That is flirting for the moment. I thought you enjoyed it” she said.
“I do enjoy it, I enjoy it so much I want the real action. Flirting to a man is like foreplay, he visualises things and wants to act them out. So it hurts when you lead me on and then pour cold water when I come for what you have teased me with. It makes me feel rejected” he spoke.
“No, don’t say that!” she said.
“I do feel rejected. Even in bed, I would try to make love to you but you turn me down, telling me we will make love the next day in the morning. The next day comes, you act like you never said anything, no action. Why do you torment me? It feels like you tell me what I want to hear but do no action. Am I the only one who enjoys love making in this marriage? Is it too much to ask for you to show me you want me too?” he said.
“This is really getting to you” she said stroking his arm.
“It is one thing to be sexually frustrated, it is another for my feelings to be toyed with. You even lied to me that you are wearing my favourite underwear yet you are wearing a black one” he told her.
“I am sorry. I am so so sorry. I guess I am shy and feel more comfortable to flirt over the phone than face to face” she said.
“Shy? Why? How can you be shy with me, be free with me. Talk dirty to me but also do things to me, I find you sexy” he said.
“You know you are turning me on” she said.
“You are serious or just saying?” he asked.
“I am serious, place your fingers there” she requested.
He touched her flower.
“Oh my, you are getting wet” he said. “Nicely wet”
She pulled down her underwear, yes, the black one!
She sat on top of his sky scraper as she played with it then she slid it in, just as she said she would. She rode him, he gave out his manly moan.
Wives, don’t frustrate your husbands sexually. Sex talk is not enough, do the thing.
Love making is not love making if it is one sided