It’s been idyllic long weekend. On Friday I’d woken and she was already up and making those croissants. She had the day off work. I found her in the kitchen wearing some new ear rings that I gave her the day before. I told her how adorable she looked. Hugged and kissed her. She was looking really sexy in a short denim skirt. She had her anklet on. She took the kids out for the day while I cleaned bathrooms, mopped floors, washed up, and changed the beds. In the evening I gave her my bank card to go and buy wine. She cooked a fantastic meal and we ate outside on the patio. After I washed up and put the kids to bed I found her still out there. She’d got the fire pit out. She had a fire going with some logs she’d bought. We spent the evening on the patio romantically drinking wine beside the fire pit and making small talk. When it got cold she led me indoors and kissed me in the kitchen. We carried on kissing through the house, and up the stairs, taking items of clothing off as we moved. When we got to the bedroom she flung herself onto her back on the bed. I crouched over her and I began kissing her passionately. I slipped two fingers into her already wet pussy. She was gagging for it. So was I. But there was nothing going on with my cock. She told me: ‘Come on! I need a real man to fuck me.’ I went down on her. Still nothing but a limp dick. I tried for over half an hour before we both got frustrated and gave up. She was so wet that the bed sheets were damp. She said: ‘It’s all in your head Paul.’ She fell asleep in my arms, frustrated. I couldn’t sleep. I was livid with myself. My fat floppy cock. When we woke on Saturday she'd mocked me lovingly about not sleeping. She'd hugged me, kissed me, and told me that I ought not to get upset just because it didn’t work out. In the day she’d made a fantastic picnic again and spent the day out at the lake with the kids. She did the same on Sunday. The weather was amazing all weekend. Today is Bank Holiday Monday. We wake in each others arms and she tells me of a dream that she’s had. Apparently I’d had sold the house, without involving her, and bought a new one which was totally unsuitable and in such a state of disrepair that had to be condemned. I tell her. ‘That’s your subconscious. It’s trying to deal with your fear that I just set off on things without thinking the consequences through properly.’ ‘No shit! Of course it is. You fucking don’t!’ ‘I think I do...’ She laughs ‘Do you ever the fuck!’ She gets up and puts on a pair of red Brazilians with skin tight jeans. The panties stick up over the waistband of the jeans. I knew they’d ride higher than her jeans. That’s why I bought them. I also knew that the slim fit T-shirt, that she’s picked out to wear, won’t reach down to cover the exposed panty waistband. That’s why I bought that too. And she says that I don’t think things through properly. She climbs back onto the bed topless and lays on top of me. She pins my arms by my sides. ‘Come on Beta Boy. Grow a pair of balls!’ I’m tired and still half asleep. I think ‘Oh god not this.’ I try to move my arms and wrestle out of her grip but she’s strong. ‘Watch my back. You’re going to hurt me.’ I complain. ‘Ahhh… are you going to complain abut being bullied.’ ‘Who to?’ ‘Your mummy… oh Mummy… Sarah has been mean to me.’ Still holding my arms at my side, she sits up, shuffles forward, and pushes her pussy into my face. It would be nice if she didn’t have the jeans on. ‘Maybe I’ll fart in your face.’ ‘Oh please!… Get off...’ I wrestle free and fall off the side of the bed. She laughs ‘Hahahaha Ha… You are such a man!.’ I pick myself up and get a shower while she finishes dressing and goes downstairs to make breakfast. After breakfast I’m washing and cleaning when she comes in from the garden. She’s been getting everything together to take the kids out again. She sidles past me and reaches into a kitchen cupboard. She’s singing a song that she’s made up, to the tune of ‘I Try’ by Macy Gray. ‘I tried to get it up / but I failed. / Tried to shag my wife / but I couldn’t. / Though I seduced her / in the yard. / My little cock / just won't get hard.’ ‘Er.. I don’t have a little cock.’ ‘Well it wasn’t big the other night!’ She kisses me. ‘Don’t make it a big deal. It’s all in your head. I’m just making light of it.’ She skips off back outside. They’re back by lunchtime. She puts pork on slow roast and she goes out for an afternoon walk, up the hill, to meet Kelly (one of her girlfriends). I’ve got the kids at home. I've told her that I’ll take care of everything and that she should go enjoy herself. I vacuum, tidy, and sort out the kids gear. When she comes back she seems to be angry with me from the moment that she walks through the door. It’s all about me me not listening. Because days ago she’d told me about a problem, with our cancelled summer holiday, and I’d suggested a solution. She says I should have just listened and prompted her to come up with a solution herself, by saying things like ‘oh.. and what do you think of that’. It’s all a bit prescriptive. I really have no idea what she’s on about. It all seems a bit mad. I tell her: ‘I listened... I tried to help... I don’t understand.’ ‘Exactly! You never understand!…. Just forget it.’ I decide it’s best to do just that. I leave it for a bit and then take her into the living room where I’ve set up the new TV that she has been angling for. The kids come in and join us. They helped me set it up. They’re exited to show her. Whatever was eating at her is quickly forgotten. Everything’s great and I’m pure gold again. She grabs my balls through my shorts and whispers in my ear. ‘If this thing works tonight I'm going to ride it really hard.’ I give her my bank card to go to the shop and get us a bottle of wine. All evening she’s on at me to get it hard and be ready. She’s not going to start anything unless it’s already hard. As it gets nearer to bedtime I’m surreptitiously fluffing myself up. I make sure that I’m in bed before her. When she comes to bed she throws off the duvet and jumps on top of me naked. She grabs my cock and pushes it straight into her. As quick as that. She doesn’t want foreplay. There’s no tit licking or clit rubbing. She jokes and laughs whilst she grinds on my throbbing cock. I always find it hard to joke around and laugh during sex. It’s not funny. Not to me. But I make sure to laugh with her. Albeit that my laughter is forced. Eventually she squats over me and works her tight ass so vigorously that she’s literally milking my cock and I cum really hard.