Mary’s Missive

Regular followers will know that my friend Mary is embarking on much the same journey that I had a while ago and she has posted here a few times in the past. This is another but she has now started her own blog so if you’re interested please do go and register with her for future adventures of which I’m sure there will be many. It’s: https://medium.com/@contrarymary_23859/trying-to-seduce-my-own-husband-26a2ad189a9d

Writing this is a challenge to myself as Simon is around. I’ve decided though I can’t not correspond with you all for ten days while he’s at home so I’ve made a decision to do it and see what happens. He’s still being less controlling since our argument and I hope this might not prompt him to ask questions. I won’t do it under his nose but won’t panic so much if he’s around. Let’s see how it goes!
I want to tell you about our gathering last Wednesday. I’ll leave a lot of it to Tracy especially the bit about where we sneaked away to be a little naughty. But there was a ‘happening’ after the party that I’ve got to tell you about.
Simon had been well behaved. He hadn’t had words with me and had actually complimented me on the way the house looked and the spread I’d organised! I know he’d concluded a big contract at work shortly before Christmas and this had really put him in a good mood. It also meant he was drinking a bit more than usual. Normally that tended to make him even more demanding but this time was relaxing him further so by the time we were saying goodnight to the guests he even had an arm round me! It may have been for appearances but it hadn’t happened for a long time. For a while I had these mad thoughts that we might even end up having sex!
After the last guest had gone he announced he was off to bed and left me to tidy up. No change there. I noticed as he walked up the stairs he was swaying. He was definitely drunk which prompted a naughty thought to go through my mind. I wondered if I could take advantage of him in that state?
I cleared up a lot of the glasses put the dishwasher on and by then had made up my mind to see if I could have a cuddle at least with him.
I must admit I was a bit tipsy myself and still hot from what Tracy and I had done so was being bold. I went in the bathroom and slipped off my outfit. You should have seen it — I posted a few pictures on Twitter the other day. I kept my underwear on. Back in the dim past he had enjoyed the feel of my lingerie.
I crept into the bedroom. I had hoped he would still be awake but he wasn’t. He was sound asleep, flat on his back, lightly snoring. I was disappointed but decided I’d try anyway. If he woke up finding me playing with him I wondered what his reaction would be.
I pulled the duvet back and ran my hand up his leg and over his cock. I was so out of practice at this! He wasn’t hard. In fact I didn’t feel it at first. I was tipsy too. I ran my hand over his crotch again and found it this time. It was totally flaccid but then what did I expect? A man who hadn’t raised a hard cock for me for over six years and had consumed more alcohol in one night than he had in the last month! I’d persevere and see where it went. I undid his pyjama trousers and folded them back. There was no reaction from him, not even any change in his breathing. I bent forward and kissed it. This was a sign of how drunk I was too. A week ago I’d have been inclined to take a carving knife to it. There was still no reaction. I gently got hold of it and tried to put it in my mouth but it was so small and limp. I put my hand around it and started imagining it was Tom's. I started to wank it and felt it react. It gave a tiny twitch and started to swell. Simon issued a little sigh but showed no other sign of waking up.
I carried on with my hand just as I carried on thinking of Tom.
Amazingly I soon realised I had a three quarter inflated cock in my hand even though there was no other reaction from Simon.
I bent forward again. Now I could take it in my mouth. I kept my body clear of Simon’s as I now didn’t want him to wake up. I wondered how far I could go with him asleep. Should I try and make him come? I giggled! Well, it is Christmas, I said to myself. I licked it and then sucked it. I got an appreciative moan from Simon but still no sign of him waking. I decided to risk it. I needed to know if he could still come or if that was the reason he ignored me. If it was to an extent I could have forgiven him although I have to admit in many ways I didn’t want to.
It took very little work on my part but then I suppose if he hadn’t had a wank for six years that’s to be expected! I felt his cock go rock hard. Somehow in my drunken state, I had the sense to think about his semen flying everywhere and the explanation necessary although on reflection that should have been his problem. I wasn’t thinking too straight though but then realised all I had to do was what I had with Tom. I put his tip in front of my open mouth just in time. Twice in a week I’d now had a man’s semen in my mouth! I looked up at him. He was stirring but not to any major degree. I licked off a couple of drops of cum from his cock, did up his PJs, and went to get undressed. I felt so good. Funnily enough the feeling was the same as when I’d done it to Tom. There was no feeling of it being my husband, it felt as if I’d done it to a strange cock again. The second of many as I decided on my New Years' resolution! What it had done was show me he was capable. It wasn’t that he couldn’t. It was that he didn’t want to. In that case, others that did could benefit!
I wondered what his reaction if anything would be in the morning. There was none apart from him complaining of a headache so I assumed he had no recollection of it.
Well husband dear, I doubt I’ll bother again. I’ll look elsewhere!
And that brings me on to another decision I’ve made and miracle of miracles Simon actually agreed to me doing it! I’ll tell you about it later. This is enough for now. I don’t want to press my luck!
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