What was that about?

I mentioned in my comments that Mrs. S. and I had been going through a “dry patch”. Nothing sinister, just very busy schedules, some illness and other factors getting in the way.

So a couple of nights ago, there we were in bed. Kids asleep, not too late, no obvious distractions - perfect conditions for a bit of rumpy-pumpy...

I slid over to my wife and started kissing her neck. “Get off - I just want to sleep,” was the romantic response. Thanks, darling. Normally that would be enough of a hint (I can pick up these subtle female signals, you know). However, I have to admit that my balls were sufficiently blue that I had to push it a bit more. I kept kissing and I got lots of “harrumphs”. Undeterred (I was so sex deprived that I wasn't going to stop unless she actually told me to stop), I slid between her legs to tease my hard cock over her pussy. This is something my wife likes in foreplay - the feeling of my cock pressing against her her labia to her is preferable to a probing finger or tongue.

# As an aside, I suspect that this is down to upbringing rather than sensation - it is rude to touch/lick/suck but pudenda-to-pudenda contact is “acceptable” behaviour (in the privacy of your own home, with the lights out) #

Anyway, as I eased my glans over her pussy, it happened. My cock slid easily and deeply into her vagina.

What the fuck?

This only happens if she's very, very turned on. But mere seconds before she was saying she didn't want to make love. I made a comment about it along the lines of “I guess you want this too” but she brushed it off - “it's not about need”. She then orgasms but is all grumpy.

I'm sorry but orgasms don't leave me grumpy...

She isn't “comfortable” in any position that we try except doggie (which coincidentally is the position that gets me to orgasm fastest). She brushes off anything that might make it a more pleasurable experience for her (and bear in mind that she has orgasmed once). Taking the hint, I up the tempo and come pretty quickly for me. She comes again... No post-shag murmuring either, just silence as I cuddled her.

Now, clearly I was a shit (no new news there...) for pushing it when she didn't seem in the mood but what is going on?

She was clearly horny and her body wanted sex as badly as I did but she trys to avoid it?

We had had no argument. I had committed no heinous offence for which my wife was withholding privileges. I have been - by my standards, at least - the model husband recently (home earlier, flowers, little affectionate kisses when we are alone, talking to her rather than watching the “electric fish tank”, chores done). Indeed, the next night I got treated to a sort of hot sex extravaganza.

So why, when her body clearly wanted sex desperately did she seek to deny both me and herself? I'd get it if she was "tired" and "not turned on" but "tired" + "turned on" = "quick hot-and-horny shag" to me...

Reminds me of the classic and age-old joke:

A man is walking along a deserted beach early one morning when he finds an old oil lamp. Giving it the clichéd rub, the inevitable genie appears. The genie, rather pissed off at the interruption to his sleep offers the bloke a single wish. He thinks about it and says “Well, I have a phobia about flying and I am scared of ships but I really want to visit America. So, I'd like a bridge across the Atlantic, please.”

The genie snorted in disbelief. “No, that's impossible. Think of the engineering challenge, the billions of tons of steel and concrete. Sorry, that is just ridiculous. You'll have to think of something else.”

The man thought hard again. “OK. What I want is to understand women. What makes them laugh: what makes them cry: why they love. That way I'll never be unsure how to relate to my partner.”

The genie replied, “Do you want six or eight lanes on that bridge?"

Enjoy...