by sweetnpied » 10 Feb 2010, 15:55
Hey GW. When you use to wam once a month, were you with a significant other who didn't want to do it with you? (And for you wiseguys out there, I meant didn't want to do the wam with him!) I would LOVE to wam once a month, but if I haven't been successful at converting hubby after our wamathon ends (it's now been pushed back to either Monday or Tuesday, but more on THAT subject later), I was planning on going back to wamming solo whenever he goes away on business trips or sporting event trips with his buds.
I don't normally solo when he's around (although I DID for the first time ever last week... but as you'll see when I get around to finishing my story in the Reading Room sometime today, I never noticed when he came home during my session probably too much gunk in my ears or I was screaming too loudly), because I'm worried if I hear him puttering around the house or if I worry to much what he's thinking about what I'm doing, it will inhibit my ability to enjoy the session in the way that I want. (Which was one of the main reasons I got myself pretty drunk during last week's session. If I had heard him come home near the end, I really wouldn't have cared too much what he thought.)
So if the answer to my question to you is, "Yes," what was it like to be solo wamming with your lover, spouse, etc., in the house? PM me with the answer if you want.
And here I am, fucking alone in my house, at the start of a fucking all-day blizzard! I am still pretty steaming at hubby flying out of town in a hurry last night to beat the storm. And he's not getting a lot of sympathy from me just because his boss ordered him to go.
FUCK IT!!! I'm wamming tonight! I'm going to dip into my stash of chocolate sundae syrup bottles.
But you know, this is probably going to work out to my advantage. He was sooooo apologetic when we talked last night after he reached his hotel room. He had been showing not just hints of concern about joining me in my upcoming wamathon, but there were some serious cracks showing in his resolve!
For example, I decided Monday night that I'd better tell him that 11 cases of pudding (10 chocolate, 1 vanilla) were scheduled to start arriving at our house over the next couple of days. I had to because what if I were out when the FedEx delivery was made and he was home. I didn't want the FedEx guy or gal to have to start administering CPR. I was pretty nervous telling him, and when I saw his reaction, I was 100% right to be nervous.
(LOL, I just finished writing this line, and the FedEx guy arrived with 2 more cases, no shit! That's 5 in total that have arrived. Fuck, these guys are good. There's already about 4 inches of snow on the ground. I was sure there were going to be no deliveries today. Maybe I should open up a can and play with it tonight, too? Bad news, I had to get dressed quickly. I was afraid he was going to ring the bell or something & I decided to use the snow day today to test out some of the lingerie and exercise clothing I'm putting aside for my 8 day wamathon. Hubby's sudden trip is cutting my original version of this wamathon a couple of days short. The other bad news is that one of my neighbors across the street was out shoveling snow when the truck arrived. When I walked out to get them, he had his back to me and was busy shoveling, but he HAD to see the truck arrive and the delivery occur. Thank god it was only 2 cases and not all 11 at once!)
(Returning to my original story) So hubby started asking me a lot of questions. How much was in each case, how big, how much did it cost, etc. And I could tell he was seriously upset. I kept asking him, "Are you ok?" And he'd always say, but only after taking a deep breath, "Yeah, yeah," but in a way that I KNEW he was lying. He can't lie to me. I can always tell. And when I told him, "You know I told you that when you said you'd want to do this with me that I was going to get us into a ton of mess. Well, there's only 1/4 ton of pudding. You still owe me 3/4s of a ton." Not the greatest joke in the world but he's usually polite enough to laugh, at least a little, even at my bad ones. Not a word. It suddenly dawned on me that he may not have realized this worked out to nearly 500 pounds until I told him 1/4 ton.
But last night he was like, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ANYTHING you want is ok." And when I asked, "Even a 1/4 ton?" He laughed a little and replied, "Even a quarter ton." I even got him to admit how upset he was when he first heard about the pudding.
And he better believe he's going to pay for this. Tee-hee. I'm going to play this to the hilt. It's not going to mean that a lot more's going to happen to HIM, but TO ME. I'm going to get him to be as filthy with me as I want. I was going to go a little easy with him, especially at first, but I just threw the kids' play version of my scripts into the trash can. (Okay, really the computer's delete key.) I am going to make him REALLY let me have it!