Just Off Center

So Nina and I have been at each other's throats off and on for a few weeks now. It's nothing that we couldn't solve, but it was altogether, let's just say, unpleasant. All of the issues were old ones, things that have been there since day one. I'm not meeting her emotional needs (needy cunt). I don't like any of the things she likes. She makes me feel like I'm in the wrong, even when I am clearly right. But there's always the good old trusty, wife not putting out enough arguement.

So after about three hours of screaming and yelling we worked everything out. I can hear the collective "Shit!" in the heads of all those reading this. During the course of the argument Nina was convinced that sex was the source of pretty much the whole thing. Understandably since the actual fight began last night when she turned down my request for a blowjob. She didn't want to. I felt rejected and unattractive. I got mad. She got upset, etc, etc... It was this who misunderstanding and a really silly reason to get into it this badly.

After about the first hour of what was actually a surprisingly short and productive fight, Nina determined that she was going to end all of these fights by simply submitting to my every sexual impulse whether she wanted to or not. Her logic being that then I wouldn't have any excuse for not meeting her emotional needs.

SCORE!!!

Now in the heat of the fight, I told her that that's not what I wanted and that I would consider it a form of punishement. I went so far as to tell her that if that was her plan that I would refrain from making any more sexual advances on her. "Bitch must think I'm a fucking slave to her pussy. I'll show her" I told myself. My "showing her" lasted about three hours, by the way. I was testing the waters of her new resolve within twenty minutes of getting into bet that night. But since she called me back for seconds, I have to assume she was slightly more than a sullen participant.

But what was I thinking telling her that? Here was my wife, the woman I love and lust, the only one who can provide my sexual satisfaction telling me that she would give it up on command from now on. And I was telling her that I didn't want that. It's true that in fights I had heard this before, but this time I feel like she was really serious. Of course I felt like a perverted, needy dick for making her feel so inadequate. But it's not like I set out to make her feel bad. I'm just horny a lot more often than she has been willing or able to provide. I'm a twice or thrice a day guy. She's, generally, a once or twice a week gal.

A few minutes later when we reached a good pausing point she got up to go to the bathroom. Just then a tiny version of me in a devil costume materialized on my left shoulder, jabbing me in the temple with his pitchfork. I couldn't deny his logic. This was exactly what I really had always wanted, unrestricted ingress to my wife's body. It's true that I won't know if she's really into it or not. But that's so bad, right? I mean on those days when I just want a quickie it's understood that she won't be getting anything out of it anyway. Plus, I'm usually pretty good about getting her off at least three times every time we have sex, so it's not like she's been lacking for pleasure herself.

So here I am basically with a pot of gold in my hands and I'm wondering if I should cash it in. I must be crazy. I just can't help but wonder what kind of impact this might have on her emotionally. But damnit, she's a grown woman and I've always tried to respect her decisions regarding her own life. Who am I to try to bump her off of this course. YES! Now I actually have a way of convincing myself that this is for her own benefit too. Saddle up, honey. Daddy's coming home!