Maria 60
04-17-2016, 06:14 AM
Make a long story short, I was laying on the couch fully dressed and my wife wanted a Tim Hortins coffee. Anyone here from Canada will know the obsession we have with Tim Hortins coffee, so obsessed she is willing to let her husband go dressed like women. Any opportunity to walk out that door you know I'm going to take it, I dash into the car and off I go. Our car has push button start so when I entered the car I threw the keys on the seat, so when I came back I put the car in the garage and ran to the front door and realized I closed the garage door with my keys on the seat of the car. No problem right? My wife is inside, for some reason I'm ringing the door bell and banging on the door like a mad man. I start to feel discomfort and lower myself between the door and the screen door trying to hide myself. Finally she opens the door and with all my weight on the door I bursted in and fell layed out on the floor. She was looking down at me laying on the floor and asking me what the hell Im doing. I told her what had happened and she tells me she was in the laundry room and she couldn't hear the door bell. She tells me it's just a matter of time isn't it, I was still laying there when I told her that I was laying on the couch minding my own business and enjoying my dress time and then her obsession with coffee was so strong it was worth her husband going to get it dressed. I don't like to much conflict when it comes to Maria, so I kind of brushed it off saying nobody died and I don't think I was seen. Well she had to put her 2 cents in telling me the thirst I have to walk out that door, how I can't wait for any opportunity to get a feel of that outside air, its unbelievable and maybe start preparing that it's just a matter of time now. I'm getting out more and more and my last few outings were very risky and maybe I should consider where Im planning on going from here because the closet isn't cutting it anymore. We both turn to the door and there is an older man standing at the door with a bible in his hand, my wife tells me to pull down my dress and get up and she is going to ask this guy for Gods help, but in this case she doesn't believe even God can help, and we both laughted and she told me again to think about what she said. She brushed off the bible guy telling him her sister fell and we drank our Timys coffee and nothing else was said. She is right, I was sitting there and all I was thinking about is wanting more and when am I going to feel that outside air up my dress again. Sorry I know I said I would make it short but I wanted to share. Where does it end, when are we totally happy at where we are?