Just Off Center

Nina's just been a fucking superwoman lately. Just in the last week she has done more to make me feel like the love of her life than I've done for her perhaps all year. I'll have to work on that. Starting last Friday, she called me at work and asked me to stop by Home Depot on my way home to pick up some black bicycle hooks for the garage. I could tell that she was up to something and that her friend Scott was helping out. Scott, in case this is your first time reading his name, is Nina's best friend, one hell of a great guy, and the cause of much ridicule from my friends for allowing the friendship between my wife and another man to exist. He's a perverted and hilarious man, but together they're like a couple of girlfriends.

Once I got home I was expecting to see that Nina had hung up a shelf or maybe cleaned the garage and wanted the bikes hung up. As it turns out, Nina and Scott had completely painted the entire garage and, by the next afternoon, hung a large shelf, the ladder, both bikes, the bike rack, the weed trimmer, and cleaned up the mess. It was an absolutely astounding accomplishment. And the color is sky blue, something many people might say is too feminine for a garage, but I love it. Nina capped it off by reminding me that "blue is for boy" Can't argue with that one.

Over the weekend we got to relax and talk about nonsense, and I got plenty of time bonding with my PS2. And ever since our last big "talk" about our sex life, Nina has started shuffling in regular quickies. And by regular I mean nightly, and by nightly I mean basically every time I've come on to her. She doesn't complain at all. I'll ask her if she wants to have sex (something that some couples might say lacks the romance of spontaneity) and she'll either be ready for some action of her own or say "No, but if you want I'll take my pants off for you". Just thinking about her saying that is getting me all fluttered.

I don't think that a lot of women know how emotionally involved sex is for some men. I think this because I've heard so many women say that they can't sleep with a man without some attachment, but that men don't have that problem. Maybe when we're just trying to get our rocks off with the slut at the end of the bar that's true. But with the woman we love, or at least for me with the woman I love, sex is very emotionally fulfilling. Even the quickies make me feel bonded with her more. It's not just satiating my lust or proving her love for me. I feel truly precious to her. And that is a strong-ass emotion.

So when she agrees to a quickie with me the process is fairly simple, but tender and loving. she lays on her side of the bed and takes her clothes off. I grab some lubrication we bought a while back. That stuff goes a long way, you know. We bought a pretty big bottle of it a while back and I think I'll be retired before we empty it. But then I'm on top of her and she's either looking at the wall so as not to disturb my rhythm or gazing lovingly in my eyes. A couple of nights ago she asked me if I wanted her to turn over for me. Hearing her make the offer alone was enough to make my head pop. I thought about it, but after a moment or two I told her, quite truthfully, that I wanted to look at her face and that she was just so fucking beautiful. She got a warm little smile on her face like when you read a really nice birthday card. But then she chuckled and chimed in with "Yeah, but I'm still a dirty little whore, right?

BLASTOFF!!!!

I don't know what it is about me and dirty talk during sex, but I'm an absolute slave to it. In fact, it doesn't even have to be dirty. I bet that Nina could start reciting baseball stats while we're having sex and I'd still be getting off on it. Maybe it's just her voice. But she's always so giving during quickies. And after I come and I'm lying on top of her, she gives me a couple little kisses on the cheeks and strokes my hair telling me she loves me. Then she goes to the bathroom and comes back to bed. How perfect is my life right now? Afterward I sometimes try to help her sleep by giving her what she calls "body drawings". It's just me slowly and lightly tracing my finger on her back, butt, legs and feet in some random pattern. It relaxes her and helps her sleep. Before we married she used to ask me what I was drawing (back when it was just "back drawings"). I wouldn't tell her what it was I drew, but that she would dream of it that night.

So the Labor Day weekend is upon me and so far we haven't been able to come up with any plans. I don't think it'll be much different from any other weekend, just one day longer. But for all she's been doing for me I wish I could think of something I could do for her. I've just encouraged her to go to the spa for a facial or whatever else she might want. I'd bring her flowers and a card, but I think she sees that as "I'm a girl so I'm supposed to be flattered. How much did this cost?" She's a bit different like that. Ah, I'm sure we'll think of something. I just hope I can give her even one moment feeling how she's been making me feel as of late.