Was it bitchy? Maybe. Rude? Perhaps.
Rick came home and we were supposed to all go out and head to the playground where we could walk the track and then afterwards let the boy play on the equipment. He blew us off. Didn't feel like going. Thats fine. But then he chose not to be around us at all. He kissed me with half assed effort and acted like he didn't even feel my touch. He disappeared into the bedroom, closing the curtains. I knew this because we have those black out curtains that block all the light. Those curtains also made it obvious when the television came on, and when I couldn't hear the television, well, it became blaringly obvious what he must be watching/doing.
That annoyed me. Why have appetizers when you can enjoy the main course? I am more than willing to service him any way he deems fit. Thats why I didn't feel badly walking into the bedroom.
I carried in a pile of towels that needed to be put away in the master bath. He froze like a deer in headlights when I entered the room. I caught a tiny glimpse of what he was watching before he quickly turned of the television, completely darkening the room. I was correct in my assumption.
No words, no explanation, nothing. Of course I didn't expect him to say anything, what would he have said? I briefly thought of tending to him, but decided against it as he was such an ass earlier.
I'll have to put him to work later tonight though. I'm horny thinking of him playing with his dick, even if it wasn't with me. But when aren't I horny?