I Am Married But Lonely
Friday Night...... Greetings from my prison. I'm home on a Friday night. The kids just went to bed. My wife made chicken and dumplings. My wife took a shower and put on one a black cotton tank top and sweat pants over a pink cotton underwire bra and matching pink hi-cut brief panties. It always excites me when she wears a matching bra and panties. She knows it. I buy them for her at Lane Bryant. I think she looks so sexy in them. We exchanged a couple hugs in the kitchen before the kids went to bed and I asked her, if she was going out tonight. Her reply was something along the lines of quesitoning whether or not I had other plans. I didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted her. Part of me was too tired from being up since 5:30 this morning. And part of me wanted to stay home and write stories as I have been doing lately in Experience Project. Anyway, she called one of her friends told me she was going out. I asked, "When are you coming home?" She said, "Late." And she left me alone. I'm not complaining. She worked real hard today to keep these kids in order. We have a daughter that has ADHD. That can really wear her out. But I felt like I was up against the wall to tell her that I wanted to make love to her or something like that or she would abandon me. I didn't move fast enough. So she went somewhere else. I hope to God She's not having an affair. But If she is, I have to collect some evidence pretty fast.