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A week is a long time in sex.

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , , on July 8, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Friday night.
We had a rare grown-ups-only night out to see a band. It was a good evening.
When we got home, we sat down to unwind in front of the TV. For months, we have occupied separate sofas in the evening. For months there has been no intimacy. Tonight She sat next to me.

Saturday night.
I’d felt horny all day. Seriously horny! Not because She’d sat next to me on the sofa, but because the Continue reading

It’s not so good to talk

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , , on May 5, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Her: It seems like we’re not having sex again. Like we’ve give up.
Me: I probably have.
Her: Why?
Me: Because it’s easier.
We’d been in bed for just a few minutes.
The conversation went on. Slowly.

What follows are some of the highlights, or rather the lowlights:

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Good morning. Not good morning

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , on April 24, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

The schedule has obviously gone to the wall. it may still be loosely in place in Her head, but we are not fucking when we are supposed to be fucking.
Last night when I signalled I was going to bed, there was no indication She was expecting to join me any time soon. I assumed She knew it was Wednesday-Fuck-Night, but maybe She’d given up.

This morning She went to the bathroom 45min before the alarm was due. I dug under the duvet and with my hand naturally wrapping itself around my erection, I hit my own metaphorical snoozed button. Half an hour after She’d returned Continue reading

If not now, then when?

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , on April 22, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

After the last few days, it’s difficult not to assume The Schedule has been cancelled.
I’ve been grumpy for the last couple of days, and my interest in the reality of The Schedule has waned significantly. That said, the day had been OK, and we’d mostly all been civil to each other. She and I even went to bed at the same time. And Continue reading

What She needed

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife on April 17, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Her: We missed last night’s schedule?
It wasn’t so much a question, rather a statement with an inflection that rose … and then hung.
It was thursday night, and we hadn’t fucked the previous night, as per our new schedule.
Me: Does it matter?
Her: I think so. Don’t you?
Me: I think a schedule feels weird but entirely necessary.
Her: We need it, so we don’t slip back into old habits.

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Just for Her

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags on April 10, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Having expected to fuck in the evening, rather than that morning, I didn’t know what to expect when She climbed into bed next to me. There was a little distance between us, but Her hand rested on my shoulder.
Was that signal enough?
I didn’t want to presume.
Neither of us moved.
After a few minutes She drew closer and draped a leg over mine.
Her: This morning you asked about tonight …?
Me: If Continue reading

… so She let me jerk off over Her tits

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , , on April 9, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Just before we go any further, I’d like to be clear that this post is neither historical nor relating a dream. It is probably quite a surprising title for one of my posts, considering Our well documented dysfunction, yet the title is … well … I’ll get to the title shortly, but let’s wind the clock back an hour or two first.

It was around 7am when She woke on Sunday. Maybe an hour after my cock had heralded the morning. She rolled over and put an arm across me. On other occasions I would have taken that as fore-fore-play, but with sex marked down as for that night it seemed unlikely. Perversely I regretted not escaping from bed when I had had the opportunity.
And then She stroked my chest.
That wasn’t  fore-fore-play. That was Continue reading

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