Housewife Chronicles Volume 1 : Reignited (Erotic romance) by Jayda Marx Page A

at that
particular time, with the kids playing in their rooms and him doing laundry in
a room by himself, I had the perfect opportunity to talk to him alone.
    And yes, I said he was doing
laundry. That alone should be enough to make any woman weak in the knees. He
was always doing nice things for me, always wanting to please me. That’s one
reason why this was so hard. If he thought that he hadn’t been satisfying
me, this whole time, it might really hurt him. I walked up to the open laundry
room and watched in silence. It truly was a sexy sight. He stood tall in front
of me, just over six feet. He was wearing only a pair of blue jeans, my
favorite pair on him due to the way they fit tight against his ass. What can I
say; the man has a great ass. Round and firm, swelling over his long, muscular
legs. I’m jealous of that luscious butt. If I can’t have it myself, I’m at
least glad he does so that I can stare at it. I was able to break my gaze to
let my eyes wander over the rest of his body.  His smooth, toned back lead up
to his broad shoulders. His head was turned to the side, showing half of his
handsome face. His chin was covered in a coal black goatee and his sculpted
jawline was prickled with stubble, as always. He could shave first thing in the
morning and would have stubble before noon. His glossy black hair was just long
enough for me to run my fingers through. Even though we had been together for
quite a while, I never got tired of looking at him. I never took for granted
what a gorgeous man he was. Did I tell him often enough? Probably not. He
rummaged through the dryer, pulled out a t-shirt and slipped it on, completely ruining
the view I was so enjoying. He turned and looked at me with warm, dark brown
eyes.
    “Oh, hey. I didn’t hear you come
in.” He looked at me for a long second. “Are you sure nothing is bothering you?
You’re acting like something is on your mind.”
    “Actually, yeah, there kinda is.” Just
spit it out. “I was just thinking since this is your last night before you
go back to work that we could…you know.” He worked midnight shifts as a nurse
at our local hospital, and was only home a couple nights a week. This made it
even more difficult to find time for each other. “I thought we could be
together tonight.”
    “Okay. Is that it? Why be worried
about that?”
    “Well, it’s not just about tonight.”
I took a deep breath and continued, “Tyler, do you remember the last time we
made love? Because I don’t.” My best guess was that it had been six weeks or
more. Whenever it was, one thing I did know was that it had followed our usual
pattern: light foreplay, missionary position, straight to sleep. “I just feel
like lately we’ve been in sort of a slump. It’s just not enough. I know a lot
has been going on lately but we need to make more time for each other. I want
it to be a priority for us to be together. I feel it’s important to our
relationship; to our marriage. I’m not upsetting you, am I?”
    He gave me a compassionate but firm
look. “Shay.  No man is ever going to be upset because his wife wants to have
more sex with him. Of course I’m not upset. I’m sorry if you’ve been feeling
neglected, it wasn’t intentional. You are my absolute number one priority.
Okay?”
    “Well, there’s more …” I gulped and
talked a little bit faster. “I’ve been thinking lately that maybe I’d like to
try some new things. Like dirty stuff. Not that I don’t like being with you, I
just…I just want to go crazy with you. We’ve never had that, you know? I just
want to let loose and do naughty things to you.” I stopped, a little breathless
because I had blurted out everything all at once. A smile crept across his face
and his eyes brightened.
    “Sounds good, baby.”
    Wait. Was he serious? That was it?
He had answered so quickly it made me wonder, was this something he had been
thinking about also? There was one more question on my mind, may as