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Credit where credit is due

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , , on April 28, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Having got home from the pub, my head was down. Metaphorically and physically.
She asked why.
I briefly articulated my sense of having let my kid down. (I know, Dear Reader, that it’s just a birthday cake, and it tastes fine – it’s trivial. But it’s not.)
She insisted I hadn’t let them down.
I pointed out that, if this was to be the last time I got to do this, it’s a shit way to bow out.
Why would it be the last time?
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Not for me

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , on August 21, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

I wouldn’t say we flirted during the day. There was noticeably a little more physical contact than usual … ie more than none … and nothing much more than a passing hand on the shoulder, but that, in combination with Her wearing The Infamous Red Underwear (not that there is any reason to think She knew I knew She was wearing it) gave me considerable hope for a fuck last night.

10:30pm came.
We had both snoozed off in front of the TV.
Me: I’m off to bed.
Her:

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… and … analysis

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , , , on August 18, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Y’know those posts for which you struggle to come up with a title?
Considering this was expected to be an analysis of various points in my last post  this started out titled as just Analysis. But that briefly turned into Analysis Mr Spock? … and then Analysis Mr Spunk? … and when I found the following  picture, it so nearly turned into Anal sex, Mr Spock? But that was starting to get away from the point. A whole galaxy away! So before I disapear up my own wormhole, back to yesterday …

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The morning after

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , on September 3, 2014 by Accidental Masturbator

If you haven’t read yesterday’s news, it gives this post context.

The alarm clock broke the morning at 7am, marking the end of the holidays. Back to the office for my Wife. She went for a shower – to wash the sweat and stains of the previous night’s sex from Her body.

When She returned to the bedroom, She perched on the edge of the bed next to me. Unusually, Continue reading

Ignorance is bliss

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with tags , , , on December 30, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

Talking about sex doesn’t help.

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Expect the unexpected

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

This weekend my Wife and I had a blissfully childless weekend away at an upmarket hotel. You shouldn’t be surprised, Dear Reader, to know that the mere thought had my jeans bursting at the fly, and in anticipation of the naked fun I was dreaming of, I made preparations for Operation Eyeball Obelisk.

I should probably be a little ashamed of myself, but in the hope of reciprocation, before we’d left home I’d taken a peek in Wife’s underwear drawer, to see if She might be wearing some of Her Xmas present: the bra and one pair of briefs were absent – a good sign, but the thong, torsolette and suspenders were still there. Not surprising, but a pity.

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