Sean woke up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on. 'Oh man, not tonight,' he muttered, pushing his pecker down between his legs. After the mood Abby was in, he did not want to trouble her. Nor did he want her to see him in this state. He would not get any from her anyways, he was certain of it. Why bother when he knew what her response would be. But he was horny. He twisted the covers between his feet trying to get a comfortable position, careful not to touch her. He laid still for a while, weighing his options. Cursing silently he got up. As soon as his feet hit the floor, Abigale voice stopped him.
'Where are you going?'
'Oh, I am off to the kitchen. I want some tea.'
'At this hour? Are you sick?' She croaked, her voice laced with sleep. Sean wondered how long she had been up.
'No, no go back to bed.' As soon as he stood, the covers slid from his body, his erect member jutting out. Embarrassed, he grabbed the towel.
'Oh so that's the problem,' she muttered in disgust. 'You better not come near me like this. I am not in the mood. I swear at times that all that goes through your mind is getting laid.' Grabbing the extra pillow she stationed it in the middle of the bed, staking her claim on her side.
'Oh come on Abby, you are really a piece of work. Do you know that?' Sean huffed. 'You are starting to sound like a broken record. How long will you continue to be 'not in the mood'?' he jeered waving both hands in the air.
'When was the last time we had intercourse, three, four weeks?' he continued. 'Hell! Sometimes it seems way longer. I am not going to deny that I want you, what is wrong with that?'
Sean looked at his silent wife on the bed and felt his heart constrict. Whether it was out of hurt or something else he did not give himself time to assimilate. He turned and quietly walked out of the bedroom bringing with him a medium size piece of sponge he sometimes used as a bedroll. He rolled it out in the living room and laid down, curling on his side. Something was not right. He could not place his finger on it, but for the last few weeks Abigale had started acting strange. She was up at strange hours of the night, unable to sleep. Then this. He had indirectly compounded it by his actions.
His Abby was a good woman and mother. A bit rough around the edges and tough at times, steadfast in what she believed in. In all the years that they had been together, she had not openly turned away from his sexual advances until recently. Sometimes he got the feeling that she did not like doing the deed, but was only doing so to please him. Maybe it was all in his head. Sean loved making love. He was a virile man; most men in the country were. This was one of the reasons most of them had so many children. He was happy with the number of children he had. If God saw it fit and blessed him with another, so be it.
He had heard many stories at the pub, from sexually frustrated husbands who did not get any from the madam if she was mad or not in the mood. Most times, he turned a deaf ear to those types of conversations. He did not believe that a man and woman's intimate details should be ironed out in public, even if it was said among the men. He had never forced his Abby either. He was not that type of man. He tried to be fair to her and be the best husband he could.
After turning and twisting for a few more minutes he got up and made his way back to bed. She was fast asleep lying on her back, face turned towards the ceiling. Edging closer to her he silently slipped into bed. Gently, his fingers caressed her lips, he wondered why she did not want to be kissed there. Her mouth was small, with big lush lips that beckoned to be kissed. For as long as he could remember, she would allow him access to every part of her body except those lips of hers. She had accepted a peck now and then, but no open mouth intimacy.
He had asked more than once why she did not like it. Her responses were always the same. She said that is was unsanitary and gross. She just could not do it. He wondered if there was something deeper to her simple explanation.
The sad thing was he loved kissing but this was a tiny thing to hold against his Abby. They had lived with it for the past twelve years. He did not see why tonight it popped out and lingered on his mind. Pulling the coverlet higher to both of their bodies, he cuddled closer to her and went back to sleep.