Zebroid

After disappearing completely for a month (which worked well for me), 48 has suddenly started texting me again this morning, asking if I can fit him in during a lunchbreak this week (not a chance- my break today and tomorrow have gone the way of the Dodo anyway), and if not, next week.

I'm off work next week. And the week after.

Am I tempted?

Can you see that little statuette of Bugs Bunny dressed as a girl over there in the corner? Oh, you can't? Well, you can't see me being tempted either. My interest in sex also appears to have gone the way of the Dodo. Let's hope, however, it has in fact gone the way of the Quagga, as, apparently, there's a group of scientists somewhere who say that they can clone the Quagga from DNA in skins, and we will therefore one day once more get to see herds of Quagga roaming the plains in joyous freedom.

Thus, I managed to get out of sex the weekend-before-last, pretending to fall asleep on Saturday night, and then going to bed early on Sunday... and then managed to do the same last weekend, at least on Saturday (at which point he jerked off all over my ass, as I "slept").

It's just... oh, but the incredible boring-ness of routine, duty sex. It's Saturday night, I have to get in the mood to spread. Strangely enough, rather like conception-sex, that really rather makes me want to keep my legs crossed. Tight. And all my clothes on. Preferably really unattractive clothes.

Still, by Sunday, I was starting to feel guilty about it. My husband and I had a brief talk about it. I explained my lack of interest, and he asked if I couldn't sit on his face, because he really missed that. OK, I could do that. So I got ready, and he came to bed with me (which he doesn't usually do, he's usually up for hours after I've gone to bed- something that used to really bug me, as I'd lie there keeping awake for hours, hoping he'd come to bed and we could have sex.. but now really suits me), and...

He snuggled up behind me, and I rotated my ass against his cock. Up, down, around, until he grunted, moved back, repositioned his hard-on, placing it just between my cheeks. I went on squirming, and he started to moan. After about five minutes, he moved away, rolled me onto my back, and got over me. OK. Not part of the deal, but OK. As he was between my legs, I took his cock and jerked it off against my pussy, rubbing the head against my (totally indifferent) clit. He was kissing my shoulders and face- and went for my nipples.

I had to grit my teeth, but I let him flick at them with his tongue, lick around them, and then come up to kiss me again, whilst I continued to play with his cock. Until he put his mouth on my left nipple, sucked a bit harder- "Sweetheart, please"... Really unpleasant. The sort of thing to put your teeth on edge. Which, when you're gritting them anyway, is quite horrendous.

Distracted from my nipples, he reached down, readjusted his cock, and started to work his way up my cunt. Fortunately I wasn't too dry, so it didn't hurt too much, until he got all the way in and then shoved. Yeeowch. I yelped, he apologised, I tilted my hips and legs so he couldn't bash my cervix that hard again, and let him get on with it, my arms around his shoulders, stroking his back, humming into his ear, and staring at the clock on the ceiling. I tried rubbing my clit a while, to see if I could get into it, but it wasn't happening.

Fortunately, before I really had to start thinking about something else in order to not get angry, he asked if I could sit on his face. OK, not a problem. He pulled out, rolled over, lay down on the bed. I got up, moved up, got one knee on my pillow, the other knee over his head and onto his pillow. Sat down on his face. When he wants this, it's not to eat me out- he wants smothered with my ass. So I did that. He squirmed under me, gasped, obviously grabbed his cock and started to jerk himself. He shoved his face into my ass... then pulled back enough to ask me if I could fart for him.

I tried, but it didn't work. Oh well. He pushed his face in my crack as hard as he could, licked my ass with a few strokes of his tongue (the only time any part of me started to get interested), and put an arm around my waist, pulling me down. Ouch- I couldn't help yelping again, he was forcing my ankles to bend the wrong way! he didn't hear me, however, and I felt his come hit the top of my back, as well as splash on one foot.

There. Duty done. Check that off the list for a few days again...