I Had a Downdicking Event Yesterday
We have this tradition with my wife; for our anniversaries, we reenact the event. First date, first kiss, first flower bouquet, and others, we stay as close as possible to the original scenario.
Yesterday was our first sex anniversary, and I made a mistake.
We went to my wife’s favorite restaurant. The setting is nice enough, but the main attraction is that they serve fresh oysters.
The servers there know us, and we don’t need to order. They bring us the usual.
When we started dating, I was taking things slow, too slow for my wife. She sent me signals, like talking about how much she liked eating oysters and the weird effect they’re supposed to have on people’s libido.
As a big nerd, I’ve never been too good at reading signals, even the most obvious ones like having a woman I’m dating talking about wanting to have sex when she eats oysters.
My wife, on the contrary, is very good at reading signals and sending them. If they don’t work, she has no problem sending them again, but louder.
That first night we had sex, she went to the bathroom in the middle of dinner. Nothing special, right? Except that she came back and gave me something under the table.
„Hey, take this, but be discreet; it’s not something you want everybody in the restaurant to see.”
I took the package and looked as discreetly as I could manage (picture a five-year-old kid opening gifts at Christmas); it was her red thong. Her fuck me right now thong — as I learned later.
It was a message I could understand
And I knew to act like a gentleman when a woman gives me her undies. I took some cash from my wallet, got up, and asked her if she would like to go for a walk and a surprise. She nodded enthusiastically, and the rest is history.
For our anniversary this year, I thought I would do the same. I went to the bathroom in the middle of dinner — nothing special — and took off my boxer shorts.
My mistake was to wear them in the first place
I should have taken the boxers in my pocket and pretended to take them off in the bathroom. Instead, I got too excited and zipped my dick hard. Hard enough to limp out of the toilets, leave cash on the table, and ask my wife to take me to the ER.
I got three stitches and some drugs to keep my horniness in check for the next two weeks.
On the positive side, in one year and two weeks, we’ll have a new anniversary to celebrate with my wife.
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