I just need to vent a little, as I’m upset about what happened the other night. I was sitting on the couch with my husband after dinner and we were talking about our day. I told him that I was a bit sore here and there from my cyber activities of the previous day. He was interested in what I had to say and made a comment about me being a hazard to myself and those around me when I was in the mood to get my groove on. We both laughed. I told him about a movie I’d watched that afternoon that had a pretty hot sex scene, explaining it to him in great detail. Again, he seemed interested and as I snuggled against him, he snuggled right back. After a while, we got up to go to the bedroom and he went into the bathroom. As I rose from the couch, I felt a lot of wetness between my legs, so I put a finger down my pants and realized I was very slick and my clit was hard. I went into the bathroom where my husband was sitting on the toilet taking a leak and I took one of his hands and put it down my pants so he could feel my wetness. I smiled at him and said I guess I had turned myself on telling him about my cyber sessions and the movie. He smiled back at me. After I brushed my teeth, I got into bed with him. He was lying on his back and I leaned over to kiss him. He kissed me back but made no effort to do anything else. I stared up at the ceiling for a while, waiting for him to make a move. Nothing. The longer I lay there, the more agitated I got until I got out of bed and took out the suitcase that contains my toys. I grabbed my Wand, but a head on it and plugged it in. I inserted it into my wet box and turned it on. I said, "If I don't take care of this, I'll never get to sleep." He said nothing. After a couple of minutes, I was on the brink of coming. My husband finally rolled over and started to suck on my breast. I had a half-hearted orgasm. (It seems the ones that only take a few minutes are always weaker then the ones that take longer.) As I pulled the toy out of me, he tried climb on top of me, but I turned around so he could do it doggy style. He didn’t bother to use his hand to part my generous lips, just started to try to plow in which hurt me. I told him to back off so I could open myself to him, but he got mad and kept pushing in. I reached back to guide him in and found he was limp. Not just mildly limp, but completely deflated. I pulled away from him and flipped over. He tried to get himself hard and then took my hand to make me jerk him off. Finally, after some effort, I got him hard and he tried to penetrate again. He didn’t finger me to spread my juices around his head or the entrance of my pussy, so his dry cock hurt as he pushed in. I told him to back off and then spread things around so he’d slip in easier. (He actually complained that I was too dry.) He penetrated, stroked 4-5 times and came. He then pulled out and went to sleep. I got no kiss good night, no caress or words of love. I got nothing. The whole session was very confusing to me and left me feeling angry. I mean, if a woman takes your hand and puts it to her soaking pussy, don’t you take that as a hint she wants you to fuck her? Wouldn’t you just dive in the second she was in bed? It seems to me that he wasn’t interested in having sex, but yet, was damned if he’d let me get off and then just go to sleep. Oh, let me back up here and discuss the limpness of his cock. He does have pills for his ED but never took one, yet he blamed his condition on me being dry. All he had to do was take a little time to finger me and spread my wetness to my outer vulva and the head of his cock and he would have slid right in. I just feel used and taken for granted. I don’t feel sexy or loved or wanted. I just feel like a cum receptacle.