I'm unmarried so this is something i've never experienced. Watching an episode of Rome tonight made me wonder what it would really be like when a wife wants to make love to her husband. In the world of make belief, on TV, she cooked for her husband, prettied herself, and waited patiently for him to return from work. As he stepped into the house, he was immediately taken aback by the change in the home: the children were away, the table was spread with fresh bread and olives and cheese. The candles were lit, flickering shadows on the walls and ceiling. She greeted him warmly, saying to him, "Welcome home, husband; would you like some food to eat."
She looked dazzling and, though he had already eaten, he replied, "I've eaten," pauses, then, "But i will have some more."
She serves him, not sitting with him as she pours him some wine and takes his cloak. Their eyes hardly meet, though he stared at her wondering what was going on. He broke the bread, and before eating he said, "Come, sit with me, join me."
She sits, he handed her his cup, and half of his bread. They ate quietly for a moment, dipping the bread into the rich olive oil before she said, "The calendar is right, you can have me tonight if you wish."
"I do," he replied.
In a moment, the scene cuts to her wetting a cloth, kneeled down, cleaning his feet and legs of the grime from the long day's work. He could bear it no longer, he brought he to her feet and kissed her passionately, she returned the love and he brought her to bed.
Such a simple scene from a more simple time, but full of love and honesty. Is that how a wife makes love to her husband?
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