Things you buy through our links may earn Vox Media a commission. Once a week, Daily Intelligencer takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. I awake to my alarm buzzing and Husband not in bed next to me. I watch Husband as he tries to get in a few minutes of quality time with Little. Husband picks Little up, throws him, and catches him. He physically lifts me away from the computer and slaps my butt over my jeans.
I say hello properly, and he smiles and kisses me. Husband takes me by the hand and leads me to the bedroom. He pulls my jeans down and bends me over the bed. I worry about getting sex juice on the comforter. What did you want to show me on the computer? I come home from dropping Little off at school. I know this is why he has the sex drive of a horny teenager at the age of Despite my fears about steroids, Husband has zero acne and his balls never shrunk, thanks to the estrogen-boosting drugs the doctor gave him in addition to the testosterone.
He drops the needle into an old protein-powder container and grins. He leaves for work. We never made a plan to do this, it just happened. I think that Kokesh is really hot, with that shaved head and all those muscles, just like Husband. I love how he resists authority peacefully. But I watch the video three times in a row.
Husband is awake and out of bed before me. Husband pins my arms to the wall as he kisses me and tells me I look hot. He lets go of my arms and we wrap each other in an embrace against the wall, making out, hidden by the layout of our house.
Little is late to bed and sees us, toddling over to us in his funny gait, his left hand held up in a claw position next to his ear as if for balance. He hugs our legs and looks up, grinning. The sexy make-out session becomes a family group hug. All the girls have had a few drinks except for me and are trash-talking their husbands.
