Early Saturday morning, and I mean somewhere around 4 am. I feel her stir gently against me.
It's been quite a while since we were intimate, and when you've been married for as long as we've been, you take an early morning "quickie" as pure gold when it can happen. I press up against her ever so slightly to plant the seed, hoping she presses back signaling "It's on"
It's exactly then that I hear the puppies start to whine... "Those puppies are killing our sex life" I think to myself, as I abandon all hope of getting any. The puppies need to be fed, she mutters, as she climbs awkwardly out of bed, and stumbles to thier crates in the corner of the room. I moan and do my best to mimic sleep as I roll over and grab some pillow.
Two English Bulldogs named Louie, and Lucille. Both 6 months old with fresh AKC papers. Beautiful dogs, and the main cause for "blue ball syndrome" in adult middle age males.. Together with our 6 yr old Pug named Sweet-Pea, they pretty much run this house.
By now I can hear her finishing up downstairs with the dogs.. In and out of sleep, I am surprised when she comes back upstairs to our bedroom dogless, and scantily clad.
Oh "hell yeah" I think, as she whispers "I put the dogs in thier crates downstairs" Suddenly I am as hard as a school boy, in an all girls gym. I get up.. get naked... lock the door.. and dive in! You don't have to tell me twice! and man it has been too long.
There is a point in lovemaking, when you sort of black out everything around you. A point of no return so to speak. I swear during those moments, a bomb could destroy the house and I would just continue like a sick puppy clamped to a leg. Not a bad way to die actually.
At any rate, we finish up our crude, but sweet little quickie, to the sounds of dogs barking like mad. Our pug has a shrill, screaming "Squack" of a bark guaranteed to seek out the spinal cord of humans. She has positioned herself just outside our door, while the puppies whose barks are just developing, are going crazy in thier crates downstairs.
Have I mentioned it's now 5 am? Have I mentioned we don't live alone?
"Holy shit!" my wife half giggles.. "what the hell are they carrying on for?" Maybe they were cheering us on I say, patting myself on the back. Now my wife can't hold back her laughter as she makes her way down to the pups.
"What the hell is going on?" my daughter exclaims, meeting her on the stairs. By now all my wife can do is laugh.
My daughter Sheila, who lives in the basement apartment, is not a morning person!
So here they are, daughter and mother in reverse rolls it seems, as Sheila thinks we chose 5 am on a Saturday to play with the dogs and raise hell. All my wife can do is laugh uncontrollably, and I can't even get out of bed with my kickstand.
At any rate.. to make a long story short, we're now grounded until further notice. -Sometimes life is great
It's been quite a while since we were intimate, and when you've been married for as long as we've been, you take an early morning "quickie" as pure gold when it can happen. I press up against her ever so slightly to plant the seed, hoping she presses back signaling "It's on"
It's exactly then that I hear the puppies start to whine... "Those puppies are killing our sex life" I think to myself, as I abandon all hope of getting any. The puppies need to be fed, she mutters, as she climbs awkwardly out of bed, and stumbles to thier crates in the corner of the room. I moan and do my best to mimic sleep as I roll over and grab some pillow.
Two English Bulldogs named Louie, and Lucille. Both 6 months old with fresh AKC papers. Beautiful dogs, and the main cause for "blue ball syndrome" in adult middle age males.. Together with our 6 yr old Pug named Sweet-Pea, they pretty much run this house.
By now I can hear her finishing up downstairs with the dogs.. In and out of sleep, I am surprised when she comes back upstairs to our bedroom dogless, and scantily clad.
Oh "hell yeah" I think, as she whispers "I put the dogs in thier crates downstairs" Suddenly I am as hard as a school boy, in an all girls gym. I get up.. get naked... lock the door.. and dive in! You don't have to tell me twice! and man it has been too long.
There is a point in lovemaking, when you sort of black out everything around you. A point of no return so to speak. I swear during those moments, a bomb could destroy the house and I would just continue like a sick puppy clamped to a leg. Not a bad way to die actually.
At any rate, we finish up our crude, but sweet little quickie, to the sounds of dogs barking like mad. Our pug has a shrill, screaming "Squack" of a bark guaranteed to seek out the spinal cord of humans. She has positioned herself just outside our door, while the puppies whose barks are just developing, are going crazy in thier crates downstairs.
Have I mentioned it's now 5 am? Have I mentioned we don't live alone?
"Holy shit!" my wife half giggles.. "what the hell are they carrying on for?" Maybe they were cheering us on I say, patting myself on the back. Now my wife can't hold back her laughter as she makes her way down to the pups.
"What the hell is going on?" my daughter exclaims, meeting her on the stairs. By now all my wife can do is laugh.
My daughter Sheila, who lives in the basement apartment, is not a morning person!
So here they are, daughter and mother in reverse rolls it seems, as Sheila thinks we chose 5 am on a Saturday to play with the dogs and raise hell. All my wife can do is laugh uncontrollably, and I can't even get out of bed with my kickstand.
At any rate.. to make a long story short, we're now grounded until further notice. -Sometimes life is great
