We have both just turned in for the evening. You are watching one of your shows, your back turned to me while I am reading. The epitome of married life. I close my book and roll over, spooning into your curves. I love the warmth of your body, the smell of your skin. I curl an arm around your waist and pull myself against you. Disappointed I discover that you are clothed.
"High babe, just watching my shows. There shouldn't be too long left I'll shut if off soon." You tell me.
I wriggle higher and kiss your neck lightly in response. I try to lay still and avoid disturbing you, but lying close to you like this begins to trigger more primal needs. My hand snakes its way under your shirt. With little preamble, it slides up and gently fondles your breast.
"What are you up to mister?" You question in a teasing voice.
"Nothing, just playing" I kid back, my fingers brush over your nipple teasing it.
"Oh, that feels nice darling." You whisper. I continue to play with you, delighting in the feel of your breast cradled in my hand.
"Darling I'm watching my show!" You exclaim in mock annoyance.
Chastised, I roll away from you sulking inwardly. I jump out of bed and go to get us both a glass of water, and to calm my desire. Surprised you watch me leave, unsure what just happened. Mike isn't too perceptive, poor fellow.
Standing in the kitchen, I glance across at the new TV streaming hardware that I purchased earlier that day. I grab a two glasses of water and head back to bed, halfway there inspiration hits me. You look up as I come back into the room, I find myself smiling at your reaction.
"What the heck" you say as I throw a pile of pillows on the bed.
"Two seconds darling, I'll explain shortly." Grabbing your Ipad off of you, I place it next to the TV. Moments later the TV springs to life displaying the show that you were just watching. Smiling proudly, I stack up the pillows at the end of the bed and beckon you to lie facing the screen. I fuss about making you comfortable, adjusting the picture quality and sound.
"So this is what you spend money on today!" You exclaim. "I like it."
"Comfortable darling, you want to keep watching your show?" I instruct as you settle yourself.
"Oh sorry darling just hop up for moment." I say rearranging pillows yet again, adding more in an odd fashion. I indicate for you to lie down, it doesn't look particularly comfortable, but you play along anyway. The placement of the pillows is awkward; your head is down while there are several pillows under your waist raising your hips up. You turn your head from the TV to see me standing nude beside the bed with a massive erection.
"Darling, marriage is about compromise. I'll let you watch your show, if you let me inside you."
Dumbfounded you watch me climb onto the bed behind you.
"Are you serious?" you ask trying to figure out what I am playing at. This is quite out of character for the normally reserved man that you know.
You receive no verbal reply, however hear the sound of cutting. Looking back over your shoulder at me you see a pair of scissors in one hand, strips of you underwear loosely hanging from the other.
