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… and finishing and …

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

… and unusually we went to bed at roughly the same time – my Wife just a couple of minutes before me. I already had a semi before I went into the bathroom, and as I brushed my teeth I encouraged it with my free hand. I wanted to fuck, and it might as well be obvious.
As I walked into the bedroom and undressed, my cock raised its salute.
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Prediction and expectation

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , on August 3, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Life’s predictable.

Being awake way too early with a twitching erection was entirely predictable.

When She got out of bed and went to the bathroom an hour before She needed to get up for work, it wasn’t hard to predict She intended to have sex.

Admittedly the careless way She fell back into bed wasn’t quite what I expected, not the way

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The answer is …

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , , , , on July 20, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Granted I’d dropped a flirtatious line earlier.
Unusually She’d made a comment on social media about something I’d posted that could easily have been viewed as laden with innuendo.
And I confess I did absolutely nothing hasty to conceal the twitching bulge in my jeans from Her when we’d sat next to each other later.
But after supper we’d sat on separate sofas all evening – me repairing a pair of shorts, Her searching for hotels on Her tablet.
We watched stand-up comedy show where a female comic was relating how sex she wanted more than her boyfriend, how she therofore put her boyfriend in an unwinnable position, and how she wasn’t very good at sex.

Come bed time, I still wasn’t finished sewing when She commented on the hour. I said I’d be up soon.

I heard Her busying Herself upstairs. Unusually so. It was like She was delaying something.

I finished sewing, and went upstairs.
Of course I wanted sex, but there is still something visceral that means

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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

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