Rusty Old Cars Need....

I had yesterday off of work. I had such plans for the day, get my chores done, answer comments, catch up on reading and maybe write a post. He gave me two tasks to do, I've thought about them, but haven't accomplished them, yet. I was going to try and make some headway on at least one of them. My mind has been reeling like a tilt-a-whirl with everything going on, I'm quite pleasantly confused. Writing helps me sort it all out.

I thought I was gonna write about how I can't stop thinking about this thing Musicman wants to try. This thing that previously had been a hard limit for me. This thing I said, "no, I'd never do that," when he mentioned it.

I thought I would tell you how he has obviously thought quite a bit about this. I know this because he gave me a very detailed scenario. He even told me what I would be wearing during this activity. He gave me enough detail that the scene is now stuck in my head.

I thought I would tell you how guilty I felt that I said that to him. How it must have made him feel to hear me say that. It really made me realize how lucky I am that he didn't react that way when I proposed this lifestyle to him. He so easily could have done that, but he didn't. GUILT!!!! Ugh!!!!

I thought I would tell you that all these thoughts and the scenario playing over and over in my head have gotten me very curious. I thought I would tell you how I put on the clothes he described in the scenario and basically gave him a vanilla version of the act. Tease much? Yes I do. Nothing wrong with teasing if you are prepared to back it up. I think I'm prepared, won't know for sure until it happens.

I was not able to tell you any of those things though. It might have been the pinched nerve in my neck, it might have been the triple digit heat or it might have been the fact that our son is up to his shenanigans again and I'm way stressed. I ended up spending my day laying quietly in an airconditioned bedroom due to a migraine. One of the worst I've had in a while. Full blown visual aura, dizziness and nausea. I barely got my comments answered and didn't get much reading done at all.

Several hours later I did start to feel better and was able to get some things accomplished. A couple loads of towels got done. Thanks to our son providing towels for ALL his friends who come to swim, we had none. It totally ticks me off that Musicman can't even come home after a long, hot day at work and have a towel to use after a swim or shower. I'm not thrilled that I have to wash loads of towels just about every other day either.

Musicman wanted to take a swim last night, after dark, he specified he wanted to wait till the sun went down. It has nothing to do with not liking the sun, it has everything to do with me swimming naked. My pool is situated in such a way that makes it very private, but there are a couple windows in the neighbors houses that we can be seen from. Once the sun goes down though, all bets are off.

I was five minutes or less from stripping down and getting in the pool when a carful of teenagers showed up at my house. Our teenage son came out and started questioning us about when they could use the pool. He was told he could use it when we were done, unfortunately they decided to wait on the patio for us to be done. I'm sorry folks, I might be a liberal type mom, but swimming naked when I know my son and his friends can hear us, even though they can't see us, is a total mood killer.

They were soon in the pool and we were in the house, my mood was not good. Musicman decided we would go up to our room and watch some TV in the airconditioning. Once we got up there and got comfy, my mood got worse, I was feeling quite defeated about the situation with our son.

Musicman asked me if I was okay. Of course I said I was. Really? He didn't believe me though, smart man. He picked up the wooden spoon and started running it over my belly and then he said something that just floored me. He said, "I think you need some maintenance, don't you?" Um....what? I think I may have mentioned maintenance once in passing here, but that's it. We have never talked about it.

I couldn't deny I needed it, but I did say that term made me feel like a rusty old car. He thought that was pretty funny, but it didn't dissuade him from his mission. He started on the lady parts and the inner thighs. SIGH. Then he rolled me over and went to work on my backside. Bigger SIGH. He alternated between massaging my butt and legs, all the way down to my ankles and spanking me. I would tense up when he was spanking, then he would massage and I would melt right back into the bed. Then he would spank again, then massage again, then spank again. He followed that cycle for quite awhile.

Headache, all gone. Stress from teenage son, all gone. My red stinging butt and I thanked him appropriately. Fun and frolicks ensued. I was so relaxed and just about to fall asleep when he said, " maybe this weekend." Hunh? This weekend what? Oh yeah, that thing he wants to do, maybe this weekend. He reminded me, it's not up to me, he is the one in control.  Ack!!!  I'm nervous, but in a good way.

He didn't give me a deadline to get these tasks done. He didn't say there would be consequences for not getting them done. But, I'm starting to wonder, cause he sure has been surprising me lately. That's a good thing.