Tears to Smiles, Part 1 (L)

“I’ll get the kids tucked in and then I’ll join you.” I kissed my husband’s cheek as he headed off to bed. But once night-night prayers were said and our Bible chapter read, I really needed a potty break! By the time I made it to the bedroom, Rez was already sawing logs.

Oh, well. Might as well get that bath then. I filled the tub and soaked for an hour before scrubbing up and toweling off. Then I climbed into bed, stirring Rez enough that he reached for me. Pulling my clean but chilled, naked body against his warmth, he rearranged his package to fit under and in the cleft of my bum.

Oh, baby. You know what that does to me. I shuddered as sudden longing swelled in my chest then sank and settled in my groin. My hips, of their own volition, inched back and forth along his member, trying to get a rise.

He didn’t respond exactly as hoped, merely putting a hand on my hip and tightening his grip on it in rhythm with my movements.

He often reaches for me in his sleep, positioning us just so, then drifts back off to dreamland. Drives me crazy, but I know the man needs his sleep.  He’s an early riser, and that 4 a.m. alarm is often more of a slave driver than my insatiable desires. So once his soft snores begin in my ear, I usually turn him over and try to relax and join him in slumber.

But not tonight! Tomorrow is Saturday, our Sabbath. We rise late (or he does. I usually stay in bed.) And the day is dedicated to pleasing one another in every way. Praise God for a teenager who can babysit her younger siblings! My mommy-ing on Saturday is limited to ordering the pizza. I don’t have to be anything but my baby’s love doll.

So I had no qualms about disturbing his slumber, knowing he could stay beside me in bed as late as necessary tomorrow. I continued to grind against him, pressing my backside into his belly and letting my whimpers do the talking.

Rez gently patted my hip. “I don’t want to get too excited. It’ll hurt.”

“It doesn’t have to. You can cum.”

“No,” he answered. “I want to come tomorrow.”

He was refering to the fact that he was still in recovery from his recent vasectomy. Earlier in the week we had enjoyed sex over both an evening and a morning, causing him no little discomfort at work that day.  He felt he needed to space out his activities a little better.

So he rolled over and within moments was immersed in sonorous sleep again.

I, on the other hand, didn’t sleep a wink. Yes, I could have taken matters into my own hands. But I was really aching for him. I wanted to be filled.  I needed him.

So I lay beside him and cried in frustration the rest of the night.  Hormones were probably partly to blame; PMS is a bugger! I knew I was being overly emotional, that of course he still wanted me and would duly service me tomorrow. But right then I couldn’t turn off the sadness.

Around 7 a.m., he started to rouse and I began to drift off. I was unaware of the passage of time until I had to address a squabble downstairs around 10ish.  Rez was in his man-cave (the garage) smoking his pipe, so I had to mommy up.

Not long after, he came in and took a shower then fixed me an Irish coffee and dropped it off on my nightstand. He kissed me good morning and I headed for the bathroom.

As I fixed my hair and put on my contacts, Rez dropped in to pat my bottom and ask how I felt.

I gave him a quizzical look, feeling shy about broaching the subject of last night. A few hours of sleep had given me a better perspective and attitude, but I still felt I needed to tell him. I just didn’t know how.

“What’s wrong?” The man reads me like a book.

“You made me cry last night,” I said, barely audible over the hairdryer. “All night.”

“All night?” His eyes widened. “Let’s talk about it when you get back to the room.”

I finished up my toilette, then joined him under the covers.

“So, how did I make you cry?”

“You told me no.” It sounded so petulant I had to smile. “I know you had a good reason, but I really needed you last night.” I started to choke up again. “And you denied me my marital rights.”

Rez pulled me into his embrace. “I did have a good reason. If I had gotten excited, I thought it would hurt to do more later. I didn’t want to ruin today.” His voice dropped. “Now I think I may have ruined it anyway.”

“No. I knew I was being too emotional. I just really, really needed you. I felt like if you had just entered me, I would have cum all over you. I was aching.”

“Wow. I didn’t know it could get like that for girls.” How sweet.  After 26 years of marriage, he still thinks of me as a girl.

I nodded. “I’m sorry for being selfish.”

“I’m the one who was selfish. I should never have denied you.” He hugged me tight and kissed the corner of my brow. “Is there anything I can do now to make it up to you?”

“You could make love to me,” I suggested.

“How? Last weekend was all about me, so I was planning to ask you what you would like today.  How do you want me to please you?”

“I just want you to fuck me all day,” I smiled.  And so the day began…

Read Tears to Smiles 2 for the rest of the story.