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I’d been a bit distracted and worried by the lock down situation and on my monthly so hadnt been feeling “in the mood” for a few days so thought I’d make marks weekend a special one.
I put on my finest lingerie, the stuff Mark bought ( for a bloody fortune) me years ago but I’d kept in the plastic bag in the bottom of the wardrobe hoping he’d forget about it and sprayed meself with oh de colone..
I cooked him his favourite dinner, meat n tater pie and even let him have some red wine without moaning about how much he drinks but still he was quiet. He was staring at the food, only seeming to stir when he put the pie between slices of thickly buttered bread, and sighing heavily.
After dinner we sat on the sofa - our loving hooligan little bastard teenage sons weren’t around so I began to slowly make love to him on the sofa. At first he seemed distracted but after some pole dancing, rubbing myself in lard and making a passable impression of a blow job I got him interested and we made wonderful, if one sided, love. Am I being sensitive? Does he no longer love me? I can’t help thinking something is wrong but he says it’s not me and maybe another blowjob would help. I’m so worried, am I losing him??