The Married Reds
Scott had woken up to that happy feeling certain married men feel in the morning. As well, of course, some unmarried men. Only they didn't have the pleasure of cuddling, that married men do. Of course, forgetting through his rose-colored world, that some sleazy men do in fact have one night stands or far worse, but all he could see after coving his eyes with his ruby quartz glasses, was his beautiful Bride lying there next to him; and how much love in his heart he felt for her. How much another desire he also felt, times two. This of course coincided with each other, couldn't have one without the other after all! So after Scott had grabbed his glasses, slips them on, he rolls over to put his arm around her, and lovingly kisses the nape of her neck and tries to nibble her ear, to try to get her in the mood. "Oh, Jean…" lovingly drawing circles on her bare arm and on her back a bit, "so, do you think we can try again now for…?" The more they tried it, the more chances they had right, even if it was already there, there was just the fun, and of course, pleasure, they had, doing that loving bonding with each other.
Cramping and feeling that wet spot on her panties; she knew it, what was happening. So she was completely put off and turned off by her beloved hubby's advances, this morning! She would have been all for it, well, as long as she didn't need the washroom first of course. But her body gave her the alarms and told her what was really up. Being telepathic, she was more in tune with her body, to pick up on things. So she knew it was her time of the month, and with it, what Scott was after this morning, namely during this time, it just felt so wrong to do this. She did not blame him, and very much wanted this, but not today, nor for the rest of the week. But her hormones got the better of her and she sort of lashed out a bit, angrily, for the gross suggestion. "Don't even think it, Scott, so not going to happen!" The very idea of doing that, lovemaking, and or them trying for a baby, while she was bleeding was so absolutely disgusting to her mind! Jean was ticked off for the very suggestion of it! Being brought up in a very religious conservative home thought and was told that it was a sin to make love or far worse to have sex whilst you were menstruating, as this was dirty and therefore, unclean, and never thought otherwise about it. Or to look into it, to see if it really true was or not. She really should have though, as she did have that desire, but her disgust was putting her right off and out of it. Besides Scott would not be up for that, being the good Boy Scout and neat nick he tends to be.
Startled. There was something in that tone that spoke volumes, despite it all being telepathic. "Oh, um, okay, I'm just…going to get up now and…"
"I'm getting in there first‼" Especially if she was correct, she would need it first, and time to clean up if needed.
"Okay, okay, you're right, ladies first, absolutely, you go first." As the ensuite bathroom door, clamor slammed shut, with telekinetic fury, startling Scott, as it clearly told him, that all their efforts to conceive, this month, were now futile! Scott could only moan uncomfortably. He was so sure he had timed it just right, making love with his beloved Jean on what he was so sure were her most fertile of days, to be sure of conception. Apparently, either he was off, or he got the timing all wrong of when she had ovulated, or it for whatever reasons it just didn't take this month. It was only then, he realized, as his morning wood left him, and the pangs of a full bladder hit him. He was going to be left waiting for a long time before he got in there! Maybe he could slip away to one of the other bathrooms before Jean wanted anything. She was pretty needy, he knew, as she wanted at least 3 to 5 days to one week, all of course depending on how bad it was, out of the month, to be waited on, and pampered on, and to have all her needs met, when she got her time of the month, and he was sure she had it now. As much as it delighted Scott to help her out in any way he could, there was only so much a guy could take, and right now, his body couldn't take it, that dull ache in his lower abdomen, it needed Scott's immediate attention. But as he slipped out of bed, and grabbed his robe, tying it around his waist as he walked towards the door, he was frozen in place, before he could even get one foot out their bedroom door.
"Stop, right there," she orders, freezing him in place with her telekinetic powers! "Just where do you think you are going?! If you are going to go anywhere it is to get me…" and rattles off a long list of things that she wanted and or needed right at that moment and wanted Scott to do for her! Then finally, telekinetically push releasing him, to go fetch said items, she wanted and needed; to help her to attend to her needs.
With a moan, "Ohh," he knew his poor bladder would have to wait, even despite how urgent the pangs were, to void. Jean needed him, and she would not be kept waiting. He would not; and just could not even dare, to try to tell her how badly he needed to go and pee right now. She would not be reasoned with, he was so sure, to dare tell her he needed the toilet, quite badly, until she was catered to, in full, when she was like this, he knew.