For some reason I really love to pat and stroke my wife’s ass when we’re grocery shopping.
I don’t know if it’s really “PDA” (public display of affection) since I mainly only do it when we have an aisle to ourselves. I’m not *trying* to put on any kind of a show – I don’t really want anyone to see me doing this. But — okay, I’ll admit that maybe I do sometimes do it when someone is coming down the aisle towards us and I’m standing or walking very close to Delia so our front-bodies are blocking the view. And I guess I do like that little bit of domestic excitement.
I think there is more than one reason why I feel compelled and it brings me joy to fondle my wife in this manner. Maybe one of those reasons is just that I’m kind of obnoxious. Another reason is that grocery shopping is actually pretty stressful to me and I get overstimulated and this is just one of the healthier(?) and more fun ways I release some of that pent up energy.
One of the things that excites me most about doing this little dirty-old-man thing I do is the way Delia doesn’t really respond to it one way or the other. She might seem mildly amused, but for the most part she doesn’t allow it to distract her from what we actually came to the store to do: procure foodstuffs and household items, preferably with efficiency. She is in charge of efficiency, and I am in charge of distractions: this is the very definition of compatibility, isn’t it?!?
There is something wonderful about being ignored by a beautiful woman who continues going on about her business while you gently paw her. Isn’t there? I mean … come on! Especially when she is your wife and you’ve been together for decades.
Yes, it is sexy (to imagine). But really it gives me an enormous feeling of contentment, and bliss. It is a private joke passed quietly between my weird little hands and her rear end.
You see what she puts up with?
