Dave and Michelle Patterson had been married for only three months when they had their first real fight. Dave stepped into the bedroom, freshly showered and leveled his eyes over the sexy figure of his baby-doll pajama wearing wife. It always took his breath away. He, wearing nothing but a Chesire grin, sat down behind her to begin rubbing her shoulders.
She enjoyed the gesture but turned to him with solemn eyes and said, "I don't feel right about this. Not on Easter Sunday, right?" She still maintained the pleasant naivete, or at least the appearance, of a woman who had married young and waited, as she thought it was her duty, to have sex until she was married.
"Well, if we can't go all the way, how about a little mouth release?" Dave asked. He gestured with his right hand towards his mouth and popped his tongue into the opposing cheek. Michelle slowly shook her head. She hated the idea of disappointing her new husband, but there were still a few things she wasn't comfortable with, even in a marital context. There were even a few things Dave had suggested during the throws of wedded bliss that she was unable to decipher, in spite of her mother's protracted pre-marital lesson on the art of coitus.
She still couldn't figure out for the life of her what "the Angry Dragon" could possibly mean. Nor was she eager to wait, as Dave had suggested, until that time of her month when he could "go fishing in the decommissioned treasury."
She steeled herself against a disappointed response. But, to her amazement, Dave seemed oddly enthusiastic and wore a devious smile on his face.
"Why are you so happy?" She asked, slightly charmed at his response.
Dave smiled back and said, "It's not every day you get cock blocked by a zombie." He then tried to high five her.
The remainder of his evening was spent trying to coax his sobbing wife out of a locked bathroom.
She enjoyed the gesture but turned to him with solemn eyes and said, "I don't feel right about this. Not on Easter Sunday, right?" She still maintained the pleasant naivete, or at least the appearance, of a woman who had married young and waited, as she thought it was her duty, to have sex until she was married.
"Well, if we can't go all the way, how about a little mouth release?" Dave asked. He gestured with his right hand towards his mouth and popped his tongue into the opposing cheek. Michelle slowly shook her head. She hated the idea of disappointing her new husband, but there were still a few things she wasn't comfortable with, even in a marital context. There were even a few things Dave had suggested during the throws of wedded bliss that she was unable to decipher, in spite of her mother's protracted pre-marital lesson on the art of coitus.
She still couldn't figure out for the life of her what "the Angry Dragon" could possibly mean. Nor was she eager to wait, as Dave had suggested, until that time of her month when he could "go fishing in the decommissioned treasury."
She steeled herself against a disappointed response. But, to her amazement, Dave seemed oddly enthusiastic and wore a devious smile on his face.
"Why are you so happy?" She asked, slightly charmed at his response.
Dave smiled back and said, "It's not every day you get cock blocked by a zombie." He then tried to high five her.
The remainder of his evening was spent trying to coax his sobbing wife out of a locked bathroom.
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