Yesterday Linda attended a medical conference in town.
When she came back home, she was unusually breezy.
During dinner she made a thorough report of the symposium. Not one of the most interesting topics, but you know, I love my wife, and I like pleasing her just listening.
At the end of the meal, quite nonchalantly, she told me that one of the presenters was at least 6 ft 1/2 tall.
Linda eagerly told me that during the break she chatted with him and dared asking him what was his shoe size...
(She was inexplicably excited when she was telling it, and - in spite of her evident efforts - she couldn't manage hiding a large smile)
He replied that his shoes are necessarily custom made. (Who cares?)
I asked if she had flirted with him, she said just a bit - winked at me and stood up to make dishes.
At the same time, the doorbell rang. It was my mom bringing us her fresh cookies! S H I T T T !!! :bitch:
While Mom was with us my only focus was on banging Linda as soon as I could.
But Linda seemed enjoying chatting with her (she always does) and I didn't want to be rude, so when Mom left we were so tired that I decided not to dare any advance...
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Well... I don't know what to say...
A fact is that it has been the first time in 25 years that Linda launched me a message like this one, and so openly.
I am still wondering what does it mean, though...
Perhaps tomorrow morning I will be able to tell you... or perhaps it's too late... who knows...
PS: You know... after the latest events (see my recent post "Coitus Interruptus...") I understood that Linda has a weakness for medical doctors... the taller, the better
@ gatorrdw (GTR): it seems that my anxiety is going... It's good, isn't it?!
When she came back home, she was unusually breezy.
During dinner she made a thorough report of the symposium. Not one of the most interesting topics, but you know, I love my wife, and I like pleasing her just listening.
At the end of the meal, quite nonchalantly, she told me that one of the presenters was at least 6 ft 1/2 tall.
Linda eagerly told me that during the break she chatted with him and dared asking him what was his shoe size...
(She was inexplicably excited when she was telling it, and - in spite of her evident efforts - she couldn't manage hiding a large smile)
He replied that his shoes are necessarily custom made. (Who cares?)
I asked if she had flirted with him, she said just a bit - winked at me and stood up to make dishes.
At the same time, the doorbell rang. It was my mom bringing us her fresh cookies! S H I T T T !!! :bitch:
While Mom was with us my only focus was on banging Linda as soon as I could.
But Linda seemed enjoying chatting with her (she always does) and I didn't want to be rude, so when Mom left we were so tired that I decided not to dare any advance...
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Well... I don't know what to say...
A fact is that it has been the first time in 25 years that Linda launched me a message like this one, and so openly.
I am still wondering what does it mean, though...
Perhaps tomorrow morning I will be able to tell you... or perhaps it's too late... who knows...
PS: You know... after the latest events (see my recent post "Coitus Interruptus...") I understood that Linda has a weakness for medical doctors... the taller, the better
@ gatorrdw (GTR): it seems that my anxiety is going... It's good, isn't it?!