I don’t really need to describe what that is. You have internet. You know how to Google.
Anyway, after what I hoped was ten minutes but was probably more like two, I was finished. I don’t think my wife even looked away from the television.
It was some show about women going crazy and killing their husbands. Trying to fall asleep with that on was hard. I felt like she was taking mental notes about how not to get caught.
Once the commercial break started, you can Google that too, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She was in there a bit too long.
She came out kind of happy.
Way too happy for someone who had just given a lazy hand job.
The next two weeks were probably the most fun I’ve had in my life. She all of a sudden would want to try different positions. She did give me a BJ. She would run to the bathroom immediately after and come out disappointed.
Every time except for when she gave me a hand job.
She always came out feeling refreshed.
So for two months, I got weekly hand jobs.
And I’ll be honest, I didn’t notice the changes at first.
She lost the weight she put on from having kids. Her boobs weren’t sagging anymore. Granted, for the boob thing, she wasn’t actually letting me see her naked so I’m not a complete moron. I should have noticed the weight. And that her teeth became whiter. And that she was happy.
Hindsight is a superpower everyone has. But she definitely figured out what my superpower was pretty quickly. And I’m sure you already figured it out too.
It wasn’t until she started bringing her friends around that I figured it out. That was month three.