Jenna lay awake long after Adam had fallen asleep. She reached under their bed and pulled out her journal.
It’s silly, she thought, scrawling down the wants she felt but couldn’t tell him. It wasn’t right. None of it was right.
His sheets were kicked off in the summer night and she drank in his handsome, well built, body. Her eyes traveled to the bulge in his underwear. She wanted to take him in her mouth and wake him up to his own pleasure, but, no, she wasn’t that type of girl. He wasn’t that type of guy. She was sure he’d be appalled by her forwardness.
“You’re a good girl, Jenna,” everyone always said. “Steady, sensible, Jenna.”
She wrote down her fantasy, and then wrote down how she wanted him to do the same for her after she’d fallen asleep. This journal was her guilty pleasure and it was the perfect place to write her feelings down without anyone knowing. She flipped through the pages and read some of her earlier fantasies. Her body grew moist with heat and anticipation as she read a paragraph on her version of “wild, jungle sex”. She blushed upon remembered when she’d written this.
Adam was a very safe lover. He wasn’t aggressive or a risk taker in bed. It was all right, that slow missionary stuff, but it had lost its originality between them. Jenna blamed it on herself. She’d shut off because she was too embarrassed to talk about it. She closed her journal quietly and tucked it back under the bed.
“Good night, Adam,” she whispered and closed her eyes.
-*-
“Jenna, you seem kind of quiet.” Adam sat across from her at breakfast. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, honey.” Jenna half-smiled.
“Tonight I’m bringing home some steaks. Tell the kids when they wake up we’re doing a cook out.” Adam sipped down the last of his coffee. He placed the empty cup on the table with a clunk. Jenna tried to listen and react with happiness, but she felt guilty for writing in her journal last night instead of waking Adam up and talking about it. She frowned without thinking.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Adam raised a dark eyebrow.
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Jenna stood up and kissed him on the cheek. “Have a good day at work and I’m sure the kids will be excited for tonight.”
She wanted to give herself a slap. She needed to stop this silliness. It only made things worse. All those fantasies and her husband hadn’t done a single one of them with her. That stupid journal was starting to make her dislike her marriage and she loved Adam and their kids, Ella and Paul. She didn’t even want to think of life without them.
“I love you,” Adam said, and gave her a kiss back. He walked out the door. She heard the car beep as it unlocked. Jenna buried her head in her hands and let out a long sigh.
I guess I just need to be content. Thinking about it will only frustrate me. I love Adam so I don’t want to be frustrated with him.
-*-
Adam didn’t know what to do about Jenna. It was difficult to work thinking about how much he craved intimacy with her. It seemed she had no drive for sex. He thought back to when they’d first married. They’d had sex quite a bit, never anything exotic or crazy, but Jenna wasn’t that type of girl and he’d known that marrying her. She’d come from a very conservative family and was the good girl in that family. He loved that about her, but maybe he hadn’t foreseen the issue of their sex life going dead. Sex had become less and less. Now he felt as if he were the only one initiating.
Lydia Campbell walked up to his desk. She was a forward type of woman who irked him in probably every social way. “Hey, Adam,” Lydia tittered almost sitting on his desk with a well-shaped little ass. “You want to grab a couple of drinks after work?”
“No,” Adam told her. She’d asked him before and it was getting annoying. “You seem to forget that I’m married.”
“So?” Lydia giggled. “I’ll break you eventually.” She sat up from his desk and winked at him. As she walked away she swayed her hips provocatively.
Was that the type of girl who liked fun in the bedroom? No! He rebuked himself for even starting to go there.
“Why don’t you ever take Lydia up on it?” Eric asked Adam from the desk over. “Jenna isn’t exactly taking you there anymore.”
“How do you know that?” Adam stiffened. Was it really obvious his wife was a prude?
“Come on, Adam, we’re talking about Jenna,” Eric rolled his eyes. “I’ve known her as long as you have, we both know you were the first guy she ever dated. She’s steady, she’s a good girl, and a great mother. That combination does not make for an exciting bedroom life.”
“Go have fun with Lydia, Eric, I promised Jenna and the kids we’d do a cook out tonight.” Adam bent his head back down to the paperwork he was going through.
“Well, have fun at that exciting cook out,” Eric chuckled.
-*-
The cookout would have been fun had not Adam hung onto Eric’s words throughout the entirety of it. Now Adam helplessly watched the mother of his children bending to place the last of the dishes in the dishwasher. She was wearing work out pants that hugged her butt and made heat rush to his groin. When she finished and turned to him he tried not to show the desire building up inside him.
“I’ll see you after the aerobics class,” Jenna told Adam, giving him a quick kiss, “Remember Paul’s bedtime is at 8 and Ella gets to stay up till 9 now.”
While the children where playing in their room, Adam decided to head to his room and change into more casual of clothes. He stood by the dresser near the bed and started undressing. As he undid his cuff links, one of them fell and rolled under the bed. Adam lifted the dust ruffle and looked around for the missing cuff link. It had rolled next to a worn leather bound journal. He retrieved the cuff link, placed it on the dresser, then slid the journal out from under the bed and stared at it.
I wonder what she writes in there and why I’ve never seen her writing in it? Adam mused.
Due to it’s worn appearance it looked like she wrote in it quite often. This was too much of a mystery to pass up. He opened to the first page and started to read. By page ten a plan was forming in his mind.
Oh, yes. Jenna was in a lot of trouble for keeping this from him and he knew exactly what kind of punishment would be necessary.
-*-
The lights were out when she arrived home settling everything in silent darkness. The kids and Adam were most likely asleep. Jenna kicked off her shoes on the doormat and felt her way toward the master bedroom, careful not to step on any children’s toys that may remain out. She opened the door to the master bedroom and shut the door as silently as she could behind her. A shower. The thought of it sounded refreshing after the sweat she’d built up during the aerobics class. She started for the chest of drawers and bent down to open the bottom drawer. While patting around in her bottom drawer for a t-shirt and sleeping shorts, she felt someone else’s body heat press against her bottom. A gasp escaped her lips and a shudder of adrenaline made her legs tremble. Whoever this person was they had a massive boner.
“A-Adam?” Her voice squeaked.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Jenna,” Adam’s voice was husky and deep. The way the words came from his mouth, so unlike her usually mild mannered man, sent her body into hyper arousal.
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It’s silly, she thought, scrawling down the wants she felt but couldn’t tell him. It wasn’t right. None of it was right.
His sheets were kicked off in the summer night and she drank in his handsome, well built, body. Her eyes traveled to the bulge in his underwear. She wanted to take him in her mouth and wake him up to his own pleasure, but, no, she wasn’t that type of girl. He wasn’t that type of guy. She was sure he’d be appalled by her forwardness.
“You’re a good girl, Jenna,” everyone always said. “Steady, sensible, Jenna.”
She wrote down her fantasy, and then wrote down how she wanted him to do the same for her after she’d fallen asleep. This journal was her guilty pleasure and it was the perfect place to write her feelings down without anyone knowing. She flipped through the pages and read some of her earlier fantasies. Her body grew moist with heat and anticipation as she read a paragraph on her version of “wild, jungle sex”. She blushed upon remembered when she’d written this.
Adam was a very safe lover. He wasn’t aggressive or a risk taker in bed. It was all right, that slow missionary stuff, but it had lost its originality between them. Jenna blamed it on herself. She’d shut off because she was too embarrassed to talk about it. She closed her journal quietly and tucked it back under the bed.
“Good night, Adam,” she whispered and closed her eyes.
-*-
“Jenna, you seem kind of quiet.” Adam sat across from her at breakfast. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, honey.” Jenna half-smiled.
“Tonight I’m bringing home some steaks. Tell the kids when they wake up we’re doing a cook out.” Adam sipped down the last of his coffee. He placed the empty cup on the table with a clunk. Jenna tried to listen and react with happiness, but she felt guilty for writing in her journal last night instead of waking Adam up and talking about it. She frowned without thinking.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Adam raised a dark eyebrow.
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Jenna stood up and kissed him on the cheek. “Have a good day at work and I’m sure the kids will be excited for tonight.”
She wanted to give herself a slap. She needed to stop this silliness. It only made things worse. All those fantasies and her husband hadn’t done a single one of them with her. That stupid journal was starting to make her dislike her marriage and she loved Adam and their kids, Ella and Paul. She didn’t even want to think of life without them.
“I love you,” Adam said, and gave her a kiss back. He walked out the door. She heard the car beep as it unlocked. Jenna buried her head in her hands and let out a long sigh.
I guess I just need to be content. Thinking about it will only frustrate me. I love Adam so I don’t want to be frustrated with him.
-*-
Adam didn’t know what to do about Jenna. It was difficult to work thinking about how much he craved intimacy with her. It seemed she had no drive for sex. He thought back to when they’d first married. They’d had sex quite a bit, never anything exotic or crazy, but Jenna wasn’t that type of girl and he’d known that marrying her. She’d come from a very conservative family and was the good girl in that family. He loved that about her, but maybe he hadn’t foreseen the issue of their sex life going dead. Sex had become less and less. Now he felt as if he were the only one initiating.
Lydia Campbell walked up to his desk. She was a forward type of woman who irked him in probably every social way. “Hey, Adam,” Lydia tittered almost sitting on his desk with a well-shaped little ass. “You want to grab a couple of drinks after work?”
“No,” Adam told her. She’d asked him before and it was getting annoying. “You seem to forget that I’m married.”
“So?” Lydia giggled. “I’ll break you eventually.” She sat up from his desk and winked at him. As she walked away she swayed her hips provocatively.
Was that the type of girl who liked fun in the bedroom? No! He rebuked himself for even starting to go there.
“Why don’t you ever take Lydia up on it?” Eric asked Adam from the desk over. “Jenna isn’t exactly taking you there anymore.”
“How do you know that?” Adam stiffened. Was it really obvious his wife was a prude?
“Come on, Adam, we’re talking about Jenna,” Eric rolled his eyes. “I’ve known her as long as you have, we both know you were the first guy she ever dated. She’s steady, she’s a good girl, and a great mother. That combination does not make for an exciting bedroom life.”
“Go have fun with Lydia, Eric, I promised Jenna and the kids we’d do a cook out tonight.” Adam bent his head back down to the paperwork he was going through.
“Well, have fun at that exciting cook out,” Eric chuckled.
-*-
The cookout would have been fun had not Adam hung onto Eric’s words throughout the entirety of it. Now Adam helplessly watched the mother of his children bending to place the last of the dishes in the dishwasher. She was wearing work out pants that hugged her butt and made heat rush to his groin. When she finished and turned to him he tried not to show the desire building up inside him.
“I’ll see you after the aerobics class,” Jenna told Adam, giving him a quick kiss, “Remember Paul’s bedtime is at 8 and Ella gets to stay up till 9 now.”
While the children where playing in their room, Adam decided to head to his room and change into more casual of clothes. He stood by the dresser near the bed and started undressing. As he undid his cuff links, one of them fell and rolled under the bed. Adam lifted the dust ruffle and looked around for the missing cuff link. It had rolled next to a worn leather bound journal. He retrieved the cuff link, placed it on the dresser, then slid the journal out from under the bed and stared at it.
I wonder what she writes in there and why I’ve never seen her writing in it? Adam mused.
Due to it’s worn appearance it looked like she wrote in it quite often. This was too much of a mystery to pass up. He opened to the first page and started to read. By page ten a plan was forming in his mind.
Oh, yes. Jenna was in a lot of trouble for keeping this from him and he knew exactly what kind of punishment would be necessary.
-*-
The lights were out when she arrived home settling everything in silent darkness. The kids and Adam were most likely asleep. Jenna kicked off her shoes on the doormat and felt her way toward the master bedroom, careful not to step on any children’s toys that may remain out. She opened the door to the master bedroom and shut the door as silently as she could behind her. A shower. The thought of it sounded refreshing after the sweat she’d built up during the aerobics class. She started for the chest of drawers and bent down to open the bottom drawer. While patting around in her bottom drawer for a t-shirt and sleeping shorts, she felt someone else’s body heat press against her bottom. A gasp escaped her lips and a shudder of adrenaline made her legs tremble. Whoever this person was they had a massive boner.
“A-Adam?” Her voice squeaked.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Jenna,” Adam’s voice was husky and deep. The way the words came from his mouth, so unlike her usually mild mannered man, sent her body into hyper arousal.
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