Jaime won't go to sleep unless I'm in his room. Then Alyssa needs two bedtime stories and three kisses. I've done those; now it's Jake's turn. He's taking off his clothes, looking at me, and hurrying. I'm already naked and waiting in bed for him. He kneels between my legs and starts squeezing and rubbing my breasts.

"The preschool teacher said that Jaime was really good at drawing. He has a real talent, that's what she said."

I wish I had a better husband. I also wish I could go on one of those fancy boat cruises and I didn't have to choose between a new car or a new roof. He provides for us, he never hits the kids, and he's faithful.

I feel his finger against my vagina. "Why are you always dry?" He probably wishes I was better too.

"I'm sorry, honey. I don't know why." Something's wrong with me? I gave birth to two kids? It is what it is. "You ask that every night."

"Because you're always dry."

He likes to criticize me, I knew that when we got married. "I'm sorry. I'll do better tomorrow night."

He puts his cock in my mouth, like he always does. I suck a little but he's already big and hard, so I mostly I try to make it wet. He takes it out, then, still kneeling in front of me, he pushes into me. It hurts, but I try not to show it, he doesn't like to see that. Then I say, "Let me slippery that up for you, stud."

He pulls out, and I put Vaseline on him. I use my hand to excite his cock. He likes that at first, and he gets done quicker.

He swats my hand away when he's had enough. I feel his weight on me. He pushes into me, but now it doesn't hurt. Thrust, thrust, thrust. We don't have enough eggs for scrambled eggs tomorrow morning, but I made cold cereal this morning and don't want to serve that two days in a row. I can make pancakes with a fried egg on the side for tomorrow. Then he's getting faster, and closing his eyes, I'll give Alyssa one more spelling test during breakfast, he pushes hard into me -- and cums and grunts into my ear while I cry out like I'm also having an orgasm.

I feel his body relax. Good. I reach out with one arm and start grabbing Kleenix from my nightstand.

His weight lifts off of me, he pulls out of me, and I can breath normal again. He's on his side of the bed and starting to fall asleep; I'm using the Kleenex in one hand to try to clean him off and pushing the Kleenix in my other hand against me – I want to keep the sheets clean for as long as I can. When he's as clean as I can get him, I walk to the bathroom to clean myself up better.

Then I come back to bed. I'm tired. I set the alarm and fall asleep next to him, imagining one day going on a cruise.