I'm getting really tired of hiding my intentions from my husband. I don't feel like going all out on him, or emptying the contents of the water cooler into his colon, but I wouldn't mind playing around with some beginner stuff on him.Last night, he actually came home early. It was the first time in weeks. We had to relocate our business after not being able to pay the rent at our factory, so it's a 2 hour commute now. We both worked around the clock for the move too. So anyway, I have a very high sex drive. I see it as healthy, but he acts like Al Bundy on Married With Children. Sometimes when his happy ass is snoring next to me, I can't take it. I just want sex, 30 seconds will even do. It's not so much the physical pleasure as it is the intimacy and closeness for me.Back to the story, he gets home early, greeting me with quite the enthusiasm. I then offer him dinner, he doesn't want the light meal I've made, he goes for a 4 serving pot pie instead, and washes it down with half a pitcher of tea. I protested when he pulled the pie out, reminding him that every time he eats that much he passes out, but no no, he'd be fine. Well, come 9 PM, early bedtime for us, he's walking like a teletubby claiming he ate too much. Gee, ya think? I resisted the urge to hit him upside the head with a cast iron pan. As he was getting in the shower with me, I felt his belly, and pointed out that it seemed he was quite literally full of shit.I offered to help make him feel better, but hd didn't want to go there, as he said, it would take too much time. Too much time was his only argument?! I guess that could be a good thing that he didn't protest more. Anyway, he settled on letting me rub a small amount of peppermint oil mixed with a base on his belly. Thank goodness it worked to revive him. Otherwise he may have found a nozzle making it's way up his bum. He was very vanilla when we met, and he's come a long way. I don't know too many straight guys that started out as vanilla as him who actually ask their wife to use larger toys in their buts, or any toys for that matter.I'm not sure what he's afraid of. I know he's seen me in pain before from medical procedures, totally unrelated to the ones done for pleasure. Since he's ok with the strap on being used on him, and quite regularly asks for it, I don't think it's the common fear of being gay. He doesn't take much control sexually, even if I beg him to be dominant, he seems to want it the other way, so I don't think he's afraid of losing control. Oh well. The kids are going away next weekend. I'm going to book us a room at the beach, where we have no cell reception. He'll be out of excuses at that point, and relaxed too.