That Was Close 😛

Oh damn. It's only been a week since the husband got back and I'm already pulling out tricks to cover my own ass . You know those kinds of tricks like removing your bra mid argument, or dropping to your knees and tying your hair up? And before we continue, I should add, yes. It works. And thank gawd for that

I was on a video call with Aya over the weekend. We have been having these calls ever since we kinda got involved with each other, and that was in Aug/Sept last year. Bit of a back story - she's this Japanese lady I met in HK last year. It took awhile to happen, but it did and we kinda hooked up once in Sept last year and we've been talking to each other very often since. SO, this weekly video calls were supposed to be private Pilates/yoga lessons from her to me. Supposedly, cos that was the premise of these calls. But they have evolved to mostly just us chatting and catching each other up on our lives.

So anyhow, I was talking to her on Sunday afternoon and I took the video call in the front yard. I placed my laptop on a yoga block and laid my mat out on the lawn under the sun. Unless someone came right up to the gate and stuck their head in, no one would see me. Our video calls usually last about an hour and a half to two hours sometimes . One of the things we spoke of on Sunday was what we'd like to do when we meet up next in Melbourne in early March. I'm obviously very excited and so is she. But we were going to be there during the F1 weekend and obviously it was going to be crowded and extra expensive. Now, the only reason why we were going to be there during that time was that her husband was going to be working. I can't remember in what capacity. She mentioned but I uh...forgot. LOL

Now here's the fuck up 🤐

Now, the husband was also home when I had my video call. My call ended, I prep dinner and we ate. SO a few hours had passed, and not a word from him. We ate, pretty much in silence, and after we were done, he grabbed the dishes and started washing. Now by this point, I was getting irritated, so I asked. Ohkaay. Maybe I asked, forcefully. Okok...I lost my shit and might have screamed at him. A little. LOL

Here's why he was upset. He had asked me last year if I would go Melbourne with him for F1. He's a fan of it. I am not. Although to be fair, of all the times I have been to F1, I have enjoyed it, except one. The one time I actually sat in the stands and tried watching, it gave me a huge migraine. It was probably the noise from the engines. And all i saw were a blur of colours flying by. I didn't get it. I couldn't understand the joy of it. But! I do like the parties though. LOL. I remember one of the races in Singapore, where the race happened in the city, we hid in his office to watch the race. Well, he watched it while i gave him a bj by the window. Good times. Anyway - I digress. Back to this

He had asked me middle of last year, if I would go with him to this exact F1 in Melbourne. He had a friend who was willing to give him tickets for the show and all he needed was to get himself there. I told him no, i wouldn't want to go, and so we didn't make plans for it. And now I'm heading to Melbourne, and he's not.

Also, to be fair, I did not remember us (the husband and I) having that conversation before deciding to meet Aya in Melbourne. And, while we were having our argument, that was what I claimed. I really did not remember him asking me. Now, bear in mind, at the time of arguing, I was getting worked up, while he, while clearly upset, remained calm. It was not until he reminded me on the conversation we had, that I then suddenly remembered the conversation. You know? That's fucking weird how that works.

So he was midway still describing the conversation that I had forgotten, but just then had suddenly remembered, I realized, that I had fucked up. So i did the adult thing and apologized. I did. He then moved on to tell me how it was unfair to him (ok ok, it was. Uh..IS ) and was still talking when I leaned in to try and kiss him. You know, to apologize. He was trying to make his point so he didn't reciprocate and was still talking. He was at least facing me but his hands were still wet from doing the dishes halfway.

Now at this point, I couldn't take any of his talking anymore, so I kinda did the next best thing. I turned around, bent over and bounced my ass against his crotch. It was when I circled my hips, basically twerked against his crotch that he stopped talking. I felt him getting hard so I maneuvered his dick to slide between my ass cheeks. That was when his wet hands came up and squeezed my tits. And THAT, is how you stop and argument that you've already lost. LOL

The icing on the cake, so to speak, we ended up swapping positions, and I ended up doing the dishes while he pounded me from behind. . We spoke a bit about Aya and I showed her photos. He liked the idea of me and Aya, and liked it better that I have zero interest in meeting her husband. SO yeah, all in all, I think that went well. LOL

Crisis averted, at least. I think I'll add "crisis management" to my resume. Lol