ANTICIPATION
Part One - Home Coming
She smiled to herself as she bounded down the steps of
the 24 person commuter airplane. There was not any
real thought that triggered the smile, but she sensed
her desire to give her husband a bit of a hard time
after being apart for over a week and a half. Like
most wives, she enjoyed tweaking him a little when she
knew she had him at a disadvantage. He was so cute
when he was horny after she was gone for a few days.
She loved the sense of being in total control when he
got that way. He would do anything she asked as long
as she let him believe that he could get into her
panties that night.
She ran the last few steps to him, throwing her arms
around his neck, kissing him briefly as she pressed
her breasts against his broad chest. 'Hey baby!'
'Hi honey.' He held her tight as they renewed their
relationship after the brief hiatus.
'I have one checked bag baby. Would you watch for it
while I go potty please?'
'Sure babe.'
'Be right back, honey.'
As she sat there, she recognized that something was .
. . . just . . . . not quite right. He had not
reacted quite like she expected. But she could not
put her finger on the difference in his behavior. She
finally figured out that he had not leaned over as far
as he hugged her this time. AND! . . . . And, . . . .
. he had not enfolded her in his arms like he always
did, he had just been kind of . . . . more stiff and
upright or . . . . . something like that.
She shrugged the vague sensations off. Well, now to
have some fun with him.
The airport was a half hour from their house. The sun
was setting behind them as they drove toward home.
She put her hand on his forearm. 'Sooooo……Miss me
baby?' She knew he would grin his shy little smirky
grin and nod, slightly embarrassed. She loved the way
he would glance shyly at her out of the corner of his
eye. She loved the way he nodded so shyly when he was
embarrassed about needing to make love to her so
badly.
He shrugged his shoulders, staring straight ahead.
She felt like he had slapped her. She sat there for a
few miles thinking about that small shrug. Something
had changed, and it scared her. A few tears welled up
in her eyes as she pondered. A small hole opened in
the pit of her stomach.
'What did you do while I was gone baby?'
'Had fun.' He still didn’t look at her.
Now she was SURE that life had changed for them. She
was used to short answers, but not answers that seemed
to have little concern for her feelings. After all,
that would decrease the chances of him getting his
nookie tonight. And she knew how much he liked to get
his nookie. 'Like what baby? What did you do?'
'Oh, nothing. Just watched TV and went to a movie and
stuff.'
That mystified her. He didn’t normally do that type
of "stuff". Yeah, he watched sportsquite a bit, but
not 'just TV'. This was not adding up to her. She
began to get uneasy. Perhaps there was some 'stuff'
she didn’t really want to hear about. Her stomach got
queasy. She considered telling him he wasn’t going to
get any tonight, then decided to not escalate that
far, . . . . . yet.
'What movie did you go see, honey?' Her knuckles
turned white as she waited for his answer. Normally
she could predict his replies, but not this evening.
This evening she felt like she was on thin ice.
Somehow.
'Princess Diaries.'
She almost lost her teeth. Luckily, she did not blurt
out what was on her mind. She stopped herself long
enough to think. 'Who did you go to ‘The Princes
Diaries’ with, honey?' There was a nervous edge to
her voice now. This was not going well at all.
'Paula.'
The hole in her stomach was suddenly huge.
Part 2 - The Fight
They had put her suitcase on the bed. She stood
there, looking at him with tears in her eyes. He was
resolutely staring out the window at the kids playing
in the park across the street. His face was set, his
eyes stern, squinted. No hint of a smile played at
the corner of his normally droll, full lips.
Finally she broke the frigid silence. 'Where is your
party at, honey?'
'Paula and John’s.'
'And you want to go to this party because?'
He blushed, but his face stayed resolute. 'I . . . .
I . . . I‘m tired of going without.'
'WHAT!?' She stared at him, scarcely believing her
own ears. 'You are tired of going without? What the
hell does that mean?'
'You NEVER want to have sex. It’s all a game to you.
You tease me and then you tell me to go to sleep.
Well, DAMN IT, I can’t go to sleep all turned on like
that!'
'Well, for god’s sake, of course I tease you, you’re
cute when you’re all turned on like that. Besides,
you always want me to suck on you and you know I HATE
doing that. GOD! That is soooooo disgusting!
YUUUCK!!!'
His anger boiled over. 'You are SO fucking inhibited.
God! You’re just a frigid CUNT! You never want to
do anything except have missionary sex about once a
month. If I am lucky. Well, DAMN IT! I am not a
fucking missionary! . . . And I need it a hell of a
lot more often than that!'
'YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY THAT WORD! GOD! I hate it
when you say that word!'
'See that is exactly what I mean, you are so uptight
and tittie right that you can’t even say words about
sex. What a fucking loser!'
She crossed her arm over her chest, hiding any
evidence that she even had breasts. She started
tapping her foot. He knew THAT familiar signal. ‘No
sex tonight for sure! That is no fucking surprise!’
he fumed.
He looked her in the eye. 'Look, I am going to the
party, and if I get a chance, I am going to fuck
someone there. Just like everyone does. You can come
along if you want. I don’t give a shit! But I am
going to fuck someone whether you’re there or not.
You’re not going to let me fuck YOU tonight anyway,
nor for a week or two if your in your normal pissed of
hormone shit mood!'
He turned on his heel and walked out of their bedroom,
grabbed his coat, and headed for the car.
'WAIT! Damn it! I am coming too.' She thought maybe
she could talk some sense into him on the way to the
party.
Little did she know how that decision would change
their lives.
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