Sex outside of the bedroom? What!? Umm...yes. Something...anything...out of the ordinary.
I'm bored. Which is my own damned fault. It's not like he hasn't tried to do new things, different things, daring things. It's just that I haven't really liked many of his ideas, but rather than offering up some of my own, I've just left it to him. And he's frustrated now, understandably.
He doesn't always want to be the one bringing up sex. It makes him feel like he's begging. Like I never want it. Which, to be honest, has been the case for some time (most of the time, anyway). And there's nothing to make a man feel more pathetic than begging for sex from his wife.
So, time for some surprises. My husband...and most guys, let's face it...loves lingerie. So, every Friday night...I'm going to wear something new - a sexy nightgown, a garter and stockings (he loves those!), matching bra and panties. Nothing expensive, just something I can pick up on sale or at Ross or Walmart. It's not about the cost, anyway. Or the quality of the lingerie. It's not like I plan to wear it all the time, so there's no reason to go broke surprising my man. It's the thought anyway. And, of couse, it's showing him he matters enough to me to think about these things, and to show myself off to him (that I have enough confidence to do so, too).
Usually, our son stays at grandma's on Friday night (I know, I'm lucky!). And even though my husband's weekend is the same as mine, I'll still turn Friday night (or Saturday if I must) into "presenting....your sexy wife!" night. It doesn't matter what we are doing. I'll just turn up the heat in the house and wear something sexy to do it. Cooking dinner...watching a movie...reading books on the couch. Whatever it is.
Many years ago, I did something like this. I dressed up in some silly French maid get-up with pearls and heels and made my husband dinner. I served him and ate with him, wearing next to nothing. and he still talks about it to this day. Stuff like that makes an impact with our highly visual men. And trust me, you don't have to be a size 2 to pull this off. Most men are pretty okay with their wives just the way they are. Got a little pudge? They probably see it as just a little more to love or grab on to. I'm closer to a size 12 or 14, and he still thinks I'm the sexiest lady on the planet. So what better to reward him for being a good guy put on a little show for him, in the context of a regular evening. I don't even plan to say anything. I'll just be waiting on the couch when he gets home.
The concept here is not to fake anything. I might not always feel like a roll in the hay, but I do feel like making my husband happy. This is an easy way. And hey...it'll probably lead to that roll in the sheets later anyway, right. All that lead up...his staring at me...touching me whenever he can. It's likely to make me want to and put me in the right frame of mind anyway.
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