Back home

I arrived home last night, after a week away from home on business, to find the house empty and a note from my wife that she was having an after work drink and that she would be home around 7 or 8. 

I sorted through the post, mainly bills, and put some laundry on and then did some work and and a bit of browsing on my laptop. I took out the punishment book from the desk drawer and wrote in the entry of 30 strokes, missed dentist appointment. It was well past 7 before I eventually  went upstairs for a shower and just as I stepped into the hot stream of water I heard my wife come home.

When I got back downstairs she seemed pleased to see me but a bit distant. Maybe she did not like having her recent routines disturbed by having me back in the house, I thought.

We set off for a pub meal and chatted with friends before walking back at around 1030. As I waited in bed for her to take off her make up, I anticipated some welcome home sex but she didn’t seem interested in my advances and rolled over on to her side to go to sleep.

 I thought about doing something on my own but figured the movement might disturb and annoy her. So I came up with  a silent fantasy involving me and two women and a trip to the woodshed and slowly drifted off to sleep myself.

I got up early this morning to write this and prepare breakfast. 

Maybe if I do things right there might be some maintenance tonight.