The Wife Diaries

“What do you want?” I asked him. I was kneeling on the edge of the bed, sitting back on my heels, watching him. I cocked my head to the side in a ‘I’m listening’ pose. He sat back against the headboard, looking at me from under his eye-lids, shirtless in his boxers. I watched his lips as he licked them and watched the muscles in his arms flex as he put his hands behind his head. Still watching me. “What do you want?” He asked me, jutting his chin in my direction. I didn’t answer. “Come here” I crawled in between his legs and sat back on my heels again. He smiled and looked at my body. “I like what you’re wearing” His voice changed, telling me of what was to come if I let it. “Thanks. It’s the one you got for me, remember?” “I remember” He looked at my breasts spilling over the top of the peach negligee I wore and licked his lips again, this time slower and menacingly. I laughed on the inside and smiled on the outside letting my hands roam lazily and seductively over his thighs. He stiffened a bit and brought his hands from behind his head, reached out for me and pulled me closer. “I know what I want” He whispered “You do?” I whispered back in an innocent tone. I let his fingers go down by back and his thumbs stroke my belly while he rubbed my waist. He nodded in answer to my question and began pulling at the top of my panties. I giggled again on the inside. This was too easy. “Babe?” I said quietly “mm-hmm” his eyes were trained on my bottom half, I could tell he was figuring out ways to get me to shut up and get with it already. I raised myself up on my knees, my breasts at his eye-level, and went closer to him barely brushing my body against his. Then with my index finger on my right hand, I stroked his hard chest. “We need to..talk..about what I want” I said it slowly, deliberately. He stopped and looked into my eyes. I could see he was trying so hard to hide his impatience. “What do you want?” I leaned in and kissed him. His left hand brushed my face, stroking my cheek and from the corner of my eyes I could see the wedding ring on his finger. It shone bright, caught by the sunlight streaming in through the window. I took his hand in mine and nursed it between my hands, looking down at the matching rings we wore. Gold and Diamonds. That day still brought a smile to my face. “Babe, you good?” He asked me, concerned. “Yeah” I brought my face up and smiled at him. “It’s just that I..well..”