It is one of those lazy Saturday afternoons, the ones with the distinct feeling of boredom and blah in the air. My hubby is channel surfing in the living room. I walk into the living room and plop down next to him on the couch. We exchange glances that remark how bored we both are, then we just stare of into space for a few moments thinking about how to improve the afternoon.
Being the horn dog my hubby is he suggests, "You know, one of your sloppy wet blowjobs would improve my day."
I reply, "Yeah, but what do I get out of it? It's not like giving your head gets me off like it does you."
Always being the smartass he is he retorts, "I said it would improve my day, I didn't say anything about getting you off."
"Fuck you, I want a little excitement to break up the monotony of the day too."
We fall silent again. I stand up to stretch out, as if somehow moving around will help with the boredom. I reach up high, and then bend over to touch my toes. While I did not directly nor intentionally point my ass at my hubby, he gets a nice little view of it while I am bent over. This sends ideas racing through his brain apparently because he gives me a little whistle of approval.
As I stand back up I teasingly say, "Don't get any ideas buddy. You want this you are going to have to work for it today."
Calling me on my bluff, "Whatever, you are the biggest cock sucking slut of a wife I know. I just say the word fuck and you panties fall right off."
Normally he would be right. I can barely go a couple days without having his rock hard member pounding my pussy, but today my internal sex engine is cold and needs a bit of a jump start. Today I need a little bit of excitement.
"You're such an ass. But unfortunately for you today I don't feel like dropping my panties for some ordinary run of the mill fuck, so you want to get that dick of yours wet then I suggest you make it worth my while." I counter.
While our relationship was never been based on him having to chase me, because let's face it I wanted him from day one just as much as he wanted me, the occasional challenge does help ramp things up to a whole other level. He gives me that smile that tells me the hamster is running full speed on that tiny little wheel inside his head. Suddenly the boredom starts to melt away and give way to the hint of excitement.
"I have an idea then." he finally offers up.
Knowing him he has some crazy idea that has just popped into his brain, but every one of his hair brained sex ideas have turned out to be amazing and incredible. I am so curious as to what he has in store.
Trying not to show too much enthusiasm, "Oh really and what is that?" I ask.
"Let's go shopping at the mall." he says.
"The mall? That is your grand idea, the fucking mall." I reply back.
What could he be thinking? How is going shopping supposed to get us out of this funk? I mean sure I love shopping, what woman doesn't, but he loathes it and gets very cranky when we go.
"Look sweet cheeks," I so hate it when he calls me that, "you said I had to excite you, not tell you every little detail. So go put something decent on and get in the car cause we are going shopping." he says demandingly.
God he can be so pushy sometimes, but that is one reason why I love him. When he is dominating like this it is an absolute turn on for me. Without another word spoken, I stick my tongue out at him, and trot off to the bedroom to get dressed.
