Day 15 was yesterday. I don’t know what else to say. My husband seems to want to have sex yet doesn’t seem to want to be sexy with me. The idea of helping me “get in the mood” annoys him right now. This no clit lent has turned our sex world upside down for sure and I don’t know when and where it’s going to end.
We cuddled last night and then again this morning. He touched all over my body before the alarm sounded and waited in bed for me to drop the kids off at school. I was surprised to find him watching our home made porn on his phone when I got back home.
“There you are,” he winked at me.
I needed to use the restroom and felt instantly angry by the situation. “Oh, you’re still home,” I managed to say without aggravation.
“Waiting on you, my love.” My husband opened the covers and invited me in. I refused. He obviously didn’t know I was headed to the restroom. A part of me thought he didn’t care.
“What? You need me to do something for you?” The attitude flew out of my mouth and slapped him in the face.
“No, no I don’t. Nevermind.” His expression shifted and he asked me to please leave him alone. “And quit staring at me.”
Apparently that’s what I do when I don’t know what to say. I didn’t want to leave him alone and frustrated, but I also didn’t want to pretend like I was horny. So I stared into his eyes with confusion. He hasn’t touched my pussy with the desire to please me in a week or more. Hell, he hasn’t given our relationship any time for real yummy deep intimacy. Four play is so important for me right now and he seems to suffer from the inability to remember how to do it and that is requires time!
When we first got together I told him I believed it is his job to inspire me to want to make love. It is not my job to simply be in the mood whenever he is. If he’s horny, he’s on him to help me get there too so we can both enjoy sex. The same would be the case if the table were turned.
He also has a joke about “giraffe pussy.” To him, when a woman is so high-maintenance, she’s got “giraffe pussy,” because a man has to jump really high to reach it. My husband has often laughed at his friends who won’t even attempt to flirt with an attractive woman because they fear she’ll be too difficult to please. Last night I asked my husband if that’s how he’s feeling about me now.
“Yeah. That’s exactly how I feel. And that shit has gotten even higher. I don’t have the energy to jump right now.”
“First off, my pussy is not shit,” I snap back, “and secondly, you’d try a lot harder if you didn’t conveniently have your hand to jerk yourself off.”
“Maybe you’re right. But I’ll be tired of it in a little while.”
“Oh, ok.. and then you’ll be interested in making love to me?”
I walked out of the room this morning and closed the door. Not sure what he did, but it probably started with his video and ended with a soiled rag on the floor.