D said something uncharacteristic last night. She came home late again, around 8PM. The kids already went to bed, though Henry was struggling to fall asleep. She heated up some leftovers and told me, "I really want to have sex but I'm too tired tonight. Let's do it tomorrow."
We had a brief conversation about mundane things for a few minutes, but I couldn't resist my excited palpitations. After she went to bed, I sat quietly in the study, in front of the computer, and browsed for a few minutes videos of couples having sensual intercourse, and it turned me on so much that I almost wanted an immediate release right then and there. But I knew it would be best to hold off, because it would be all the sweeter when I finally get to indulge my marital bliss.
Sometimes I find it helpful to do the Kegel a few times when this happens, and let that firm, injected hardness retreat in a few clenching, voluntary sacral contractions. I felt the smooth white contour of my boxer briefs expanding uncomfortably a few times with the contractions, and it reminded me of Minnie, and that night at the lake. The patch in front of the tip got slightly wet with a few drops of seminal fluid. I pulled them off, wiped the opening of my urethra with my index finger, and put it into my mouth. I don't know why I did that, and the slightly nautical, bleachy taste lingered momentarily on my palette. I turned off the computer and went to bed.