Our sex life has been good lately. The last time we had sex she’d said she wasn't up for it and just offered doggystyle. She never cums doggystyle. She just uses it, when she isn't in the mood. To get me off as quickly as possible so that she can get some sleep. I took it slow and gentle. I gradually got her worked up. I reached around and gently massaged her clitoris. I told some her dirty stuff. I said the kind of things that I sometimes say. ‘You have best ass in the world.’ ‘Your body is so tight.’ And then I said things that I never say. ‘I want to bury my cock deep in your ass.’ ‘I’m going to shoot my hot cum right into you.’ Soon she pulled away and rolled onto her back. I started fucking her missionary. She didn't seem all that responsive to a few sensual things that I tried. So I put my arm under her leg and pinned her knee up level with her chest. Then I fucked I her as hard as I could. She came for ages. She seemed really happy the next morning. She said something about me being more 'enthusiastic'. I guess that translates as more dominant. She said I’d been assertive and that I told her what I wanted to do. So I guess maybe that was ‘bury my cock deep in your ass’. Perhaps this is how I man up and be the real man that she wants. I think I need to. Today as I wake she opens the curtains. She’s already half dressed. She’s wearing those leggings again. The ones that she’d been worried were ‘indecent’ when I gave them to her. She went cycling with the kids in them during the week. Today she’s got them on first thing. The weather is great again. The sunlight streaming through the window has me squinting to see her. She has her hands behind her head. Posing topless in those leggings. Teasing. I say: ‘I think you should come back here.’ ‘In your dreams. The kids are both up. You’ll just have to look.’ ‘Yeah well I’m struggling with that at the moment.’ ‘Get up and get some life into yourself. I’m going to make another picnic and take the kids out again. You can get that patio cleaned!’ She pulls a figure hugging top over herself. I pull the duvet up over my eyes muttering ‘I can’t wait.’ She’s actually loving this lockdown. She’s got this beautiful area all to herself. It’s normally full of walkers at this time of year. She’s been out practically every evening. She’s often taken the kids climbing. Yesterday she made up an amazing picnic and spent the day with them at the lake. They all enjoyed themselves so much that they’re doing the same again today. I drag myself out of bed and make it downstairs in time to join them for breakfast. Sarah’s baked croissants again. She always does at the weekend. The kids love it. I sit looking at her over the breakfast table, as she laughs and jokes with the kids, I’m thinking ‘What women bake their own croissants?… What women look like that?…. Earn as much as their husbands?… .Keep themselves practically as fit as a professional athlete?…. Radiate positivity and playfulness that raises the spirits of everyone around them?’ The last four attributes… yes. I’m sure there are such women. Probably many even. But they don’t bake their own croissants. When they leave to spend the day at the lake I’m a bit down. As she kisses me goodbye I tell her: ‘I want to come with you.’ ‘There’s a global pandemic honey. You’re high risk. And it’s not as if hygiene is one of your strong points is it? I’d be more worried about you than I am about the kids.’ ‘But I won’t touch anything...’ ‘You are the most precious thing in the world to us.’ She smiles. ‘ The last thing we need is you getting ill because you’ve climbed over a style, or opened a gate, and then picked your nose and eaten it.’ She grabs my crotch and kisses me. Then she throws her arms around me and starts dry humping me in the doorway. Saying almost aggressively: ‘We’ll do a bit of this later if you behave yourself while we’re out.’ I smile and wave them goodbye. I’m sure I’m not really high risk. I had a bruised lung from my fall, which has left me with low oxygen levels in my blood, but I’ve not had a letter telling me to completely isolate. I go and make myself another coffee before embarking upon cleaning up all of the cooking utensils that she’s left all over the kitchen. She seems to have used every possible receptacle and implement. Then I clearing away and cleaning the plates, mugs, and cutlery on the breakfast table. Then I put some music on and clean the bathroom. After that I make a start on the patio. When they come back in the late afternoon they just dump all of their gear and the picnic basket. I clear it all up after them. I put their swimming costumes on to wash. Move their shoes, from where ever they’re been randomly discarded, into the shoe cupboard. They’ve clearly had a fantastic day. The kids are effervescent. Telling me about their swim games. Sarah’s had another mindful afternoon reading a novel in the sunshine. She’s mightily pleased with the revitalized patio. She sets about making a fantastic family dinner using even more equipment (and making even more mess) than in the morning. I swear I spend more of my spare time washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen than anything else. Through the evening she gives me further indications of being up for sex tonight. Grabbing my cock and whispering: ‘I want to suck your cock right off!’. She’s never exactly been subtle. Nevertheless at bedtime I’m not sure if she is up for it. We hug and kiss. But her mind seems to be dragging up anything that she can think of that I’ve done to annoy her. I’ve let Katie leave her jumper in school on the last day before lock down closed it. I’ve not noticed that the tread on one of the car tyres is below legal limit. Every time she seems to be getting into it there is something that causes her to pull away and chide me. I gently finger her. Eventually getting her to forget it all and working her up good. It takes a lots of snogging. I mount her missionary and give her the full length to grind on just for a few moments. She groans ‘Ohh… that is so good!’ Then I take it away and keep it on the edge of her vagina whilst I gently massage her clitoris with a finger wet from her juices running beneath my cock. Occasionally I push her the full pole again and let her bend it deep inside her with her hips. ‘Ohhh God!’ But then I retract it again and go back to teasing and massaging. Eventually she looks me in the eyes and begs: ‘Let me ride you.’ I climb off her and lay back. She rides like a porn star. Bringing herself near to orgasm a few times in different positions. Each time I stop her just short. Eventually I have mercy on her. I pull her body down onto me and she locks her legs around mine. I put one hand on her ass and grab her hair with the other. She cums like crazy. I keep her going for as long as I can. Afterwards, as she climbs off me, she asks, grinning: ‘Do you want to suck your cum back out of me?’ It’s the second time she has asked me that. The first time I just ignored it. This time I grab her and pull her hips towards my face. She struggles free and falls beside me. ‘Oh my God! You are disgusting!’ ‘You asked me to do it! I’ll do anything you want.’ ‘I wasn’t serious.’ ‘That’s what you said last time.’ ‘What fucking last time?’ ‘You asked me the same thing a couple of months ago. I didn’t try to do it. But I told you later that I will if you want. You said that you were only joking and that you can’t think of anything more disgusting.’ ‘Did I?’ ‘Yes… but you did think of it though. Twice.’ ‘As if!… You are just making things up now.’ ‘I am not.’ ‘Fucking dream on.’ Soon we are falling asleep in each others arms. I’m just drifting off when she says: ‘Would you really do that?’ ‘Anything you want baby... Anything you want.’