My wife and I had been anticipating the upcoming week quite a bit. All the obstacles preventing us from going on an extended lockup were finally coming to a close. My work duties and various health issues were expected to wrap up within the next day or two, with only one other factor left until the end of the week. We planned for her birthday through our anniversary, which is just over six months away.
However, real life can be frustrating at times. We got into a car accident today on our way home from resolving those last hurdles. The kids are sore but fine; I’m stiff and tender, while she says she’s only sore. I tried to crack a joke about our sex life and kink lifestyle, but her reaction was sharper than usual. Not pointing fingers, though I feel slightly let down that things might be postponed even longer. Her libido is lower than mine, but it makes a big difference when events like this occur.
A friend asked how I felt after the crash. My answer left out personal details but wasn’t far from the truth. I mentioned what I wanted to do to the driver who caused both my kids’ pain and our accident. Add in the discomfort for my wife and me, plus the loss or delay of planned kink time, and you get a fresh wave of intense dislike. In short, here is what I wish: let someone take that guy’s dick with a spoon, ferment it into moldy cheese, make him eat some of it, push the rest up his butt, and then hang him by his nipples over an open fire forever. (Apologies to no one for having zero sympathy for this drunk driver.)
Anyway, stepping back, I advise everyone to remember life’s priorities. You, your wife/partner, and family must always come first. Kink is fun and significant in my world, but it ranks second to the relationships that make it possible. The lockup will happen; it’s just going a bit later than planned.