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"Behind Closed Doors” by Javon64

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There comes a time in every woman’s life when she has to ask herself how far she’s willing to go to save her marriage. This is my story.

From the outside looking in my marriage is picture perfect. My husband Robert and I have plenty to be

thankful for. God blessed us with two beautiful children whom we love and cherish with all our hearts. We both have wonderful careers that we worked hard to succeed in so that we could afford a better life for our children than we had growing up. We’ve also been blessed to be able to live in a decent size house in an upscale neighborhood with nice, respectable neighbors. And to top all of that, we each have been fortunate to acquire the cars of our dreams. However the reason I'm telling you all of this is not to brag. I simply wanted to give you a snapshot of why our family, friends and neighbors feel that we have the perfect relationship.

Growing up in my parent’s home taught me everything I ever needed to know about the power of perception. For starters my mother and father were the pillars of their small community. Due to my father being a highly respected Pastor, everyone automatically assumed that he and my mother’s marriage was incapable of friction. Lord, were they ever wrong.

When it came to sweeping marital problems under the rug my parents were experts. Seasoned thespians, they believed that no family related problems or issues should ever be made public. Whenever there was a problem in our family they did whatever necessary to insure it stayed behind closed doors. This meant that regardless if mom and dad were at each other’s throats, which was all the time, while out in public they made sure to appear stable and very much in love. No one had a clue that my parents were walking the thin line of divorce and staying together. Everyone would have been so shocked if they had known that sex, or the lack thereof, was tearing them apart.

My father, like most men, was a very sexual being. If he had it his way he and my mom would have had sex 365-days of the year. Problem was my mom was just the opposite. I can still vividly remember my twin sister Charlene and I lying in bed some nights listening to them argue about mom never wanting to have sex. Dad would always complain and throw in her face that half the women in his congregation were trying to sleep with him, yet he couldn’t even get love in his own home. Yet and still for some reason no matter what he would say mom would still only have sex sparingly, such as special occasions or about as frequent as Hell freezing over. The arguing and bickering continued night after night until out the blue it stopped. My parents, or shall I say my father that is, stopped complaining about mom not putting out and for a while there I thought I had my loving family back. Was I ever mistaken!

About a year or so after my mom and dad stopped fighting about sex they wound up separating, with divorce following soon thereafter. Turns out my father was having an affair with a woman from his congregation.

My mom became very bitter after the divorce, though deep down I always knew she blamed herself. No one knows how long my father and the woman were sleeping together, though I’d be willing to bet that it was around the time he and mom stopped fighting. After the divorce my sister chose to go live with our father and I chose to stay with mom. For me, seeing the pain and regret that mom was left to lug around all those years just made me realize that if I ever got married that would never be me.

Two decades later and like some horrible family curse I found myself faced with similar problems that my parents experienced in their marriage. Like them, from the outside looking in my husband and I appear to have the perfect relationship, however due to an extremely dull sex life I feel that we are slowing drifting apart. It’s almost as if I inherited all of my mother’s bad luck when it came to satisfying my man in the bedroom. Although, unlike my mother, I had the desire to keep my husband satisfied, sexually—I just didn’t have the foggiest idea how. And after listening to some of the freaky stories my sister told about the things she and her male friends did, let’s just say that I realized I was, in a word,boring.

My sex life with my husband was about as routine as it got. Sex in my marriage had gotten to where whenever Robert and I did have sex it felt as if he’d much rather be off somewhere masturbating rather than having sex with me. It was as though he was just going through all the routine motions for the sake of me, rather than putting forth any real passion and enthusiasm. At first I use to think the problem was due to both our hectic work schedules and the kids—until one day while using his car I came across a plastic bag of x-rated movies stashed in his trunk. Initially I didn’t think too much of it, but the longer I stood there flipping through the different titles I began to get worried. I think what bothered me more than anything else was the fact that he felt the need to hide the movies in the trunk of his car. Because before that moment, crazy as it sounds, I didn’t think Robert and I had any secrets between us. Although to be fair to him, and from looking at some of the titles of those movies, I could see why he felt the need to keep such things hidden. I was a bit of a prude.

Before confronting Robert about my findings, like I had a mind to, I first confided in my sister Charlene. Unlike my girlfriends, Charlene was the one person that I knew wouldn’t go blabbering my business to the whole world. Besides that, sharing my marital problems with my sister didn’t violate the code that my parents had instilled in us all those years, pertaining to never letting family problems or issues become public knowledge.

Even though for the most part my sister and I grew up in the same house, like our parents we were about as different as night and day. I guess being around dad for the duration of her teen years molded her more in his likeness, because sexually she was unquestionably the more adventurous one. I, on the other hand, like our mother, was more concerned with keeping the household in order and running smoothly, which is kinda ironic considering things couldn’t have been more chaotic. Sex was never really a high priority on my list. That’s why when it came time to save my marriage I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it alone.

When I first broke down and told Charlene about the problems Robert and I were having, she wasn’t the least bit surprised. “Robin,” she smiled, “Didn’t you learn anything growing up in the convent of a home we grew up in? If anything you should have learned at least two things about men and sex. One; you never withhold sex from your man. This doesn’t mean that you should become his sex-slave robot that jumps into bed whenever he commands it, either. However withholding the punani is a straight up no-no. The minute you start doing stupid shit like that is the moment your man’s dick starts getting roaming sperm. The second thing you should have learned, and above all else the most crucial, is that, honey child, you must be willing to try new things. Let me put it a way that you can better understand me. If you eat fried chicken every day, month after month, day after day then sooner of later you’re going to get to a point where you stop enjoying the taste of fried chicken so much. You may still eat it from time to time, but unless you get creative with it you won’t enjoy it as much. In a nutshell, no variety equals Dulls Ville USA, babycakes. You follow me?”

“Yeah I follow you, sis, and I know all of that. But—“

Butting in she said, “There are no buts! It’s that simple. Either you become the freak behind closed doors that your man craves…or some other freak out there does it for you.”

The mere thought of some strange woman sleeping with my husband made me sick to my stomach. Then I remembered how guilt-ridden my mom was years after her divorce from my father and began to get really scared. Suddenly it felt as if my biggest fear was coming true and I was helpless to do anything about it.

“So what should I do, sis? Confront him about the porn I found and demand that he get rid of it?”

Shooting me a sharp look of extreme caution, Charlene replied, “That’s the last thing you wanna do. Think about it like this. The poor guy already feels that he has to hide his sexual needs from you. The only thing you will do by confronting him and telling him to trash ‘em is proving to him that he was right about keeping it all a secret. That and he also needs to find a better hiding place.” She chuckled.

With a clueless expression I asked, “Well what should I do? What would you do?”

“In sports do you know what teams do to prepare for a game against another team?”

Somehow Charlene must’ve forgotten that, when it came to sports, I was just about as clueless as I was concerning being a freak in the bedroom. Growing up she and dad would always watch football and basketball games together, while I helped mom with housework. Therefore unsure where she was going with all of this I said, “Umm no.”

“They look at and study previous games of teams in order to learn the other team’s habits and tendencies.”

Still dense on how any of this had anything to do with Robert and me, I said “And so…”

Chuckling, she continued. “No wonder you’re having sexual problems in your marriage. You don’t know the first thing about your man and his desires. Here it is you were fortunate enough to have his porn stash just fall out the sky and land in your lap and you’re so angry and distraught about it that you haven’t even stopped and considered reviewing them. How else are you going to know what your husband likes in the bedroom if you don’t review his game tapes?” Then in a concerned tone she told me, “Don’t be like mom. There’s still time to save your marriage.”

Everything my sister was trying to tell me finally came crashing down on my head. The first thing I did when I found Robert’s secret stash, after flipping through the filthy titles, was toss them back in the trunk. The last thing that ever crossed my mind was watching any of ‘em. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I was shocked to find out that my husband watched x-rated movies. It’s no big secret that the average guy owns, at the very least, one or two porno flicks. It’s just that with the way things had been between Robert and me, intimately, finding those DVDs just added more fuel to the growing blaze.

 

Taking my sister’s advice, a few days later I asked my husband if it would be ok if he and I swapped cars for the day, so I could do some grocery shopping after work. Being that he had the larger vehicle he didn’t suspect anything. However, unknown to him I had taken a day off, and therefore immediately drove over to my sister’s place. I really didn’t know what type of freaky stuff I would discover about my husband, and the last thing I wanted to do was journey down that road alone.

 

I had already phoned ahead and told Charlene to be ready because I was on the way. As soon as I hit the door with the evidence in hand she had the DVD player all ready to go with a big grin on her face. This sort of thing was right up her nasty alley.

 

We counted eight DVDs total—various types of movies catering to one kinky fetish after another. As we both sat there, fast forwarding and skipping scenes while studying and dissecting as we went, it was becoming more evident to me that I was way out of my league. You see, being that Robert was the first and only man that I had ever been with I had limited to no experience in the bedroom. Sadly, watching those movies just caused me to silently reflect on the few times that I had gotten a wild hair up my ass to try new things. I remembered the first time Robert and I attempted to role-play. I was to be a cheerleader and he was the perverted coach that peeked up my skirt every chance he got. We took a trip to a costume shop and everything just to make it as authentic as possible—however when it came time to get it on the sex between us still ended up being lukewarm at best. There were no fireworks or grand explosives of any sorts that night, and now I can clearly see why. I just accepted the fact that I just wasn’t the bedroomwhore that my husband wanted me to be. Worse still, after watching some of those movies I had increasing doubts that I ever could be.

 

After we were done scrutinizing all the movies it was now a quarter after five and I felt no better about my situation than I did when I had arrived earlier that morning. Frankly, I now had a headache due to worrying so much about my marriage.

 

Trying her best to subdue the concerned look on her face, Charlene turned the television off and handed me back the bag of DVDs without so much as a word.

 

“So what do you think?” I asked hoping that she could shed some much needed insight.

 

“What I think is that you need to take your ass home and dig out your sexiest mini skirt, throw on some hooker boots and fuck your husband like you’ve never fucked him before. From what I just saw the man is obviously in desperate need of some spice in his life.”

 

“You know I can’t do any of that type of stuff, sis. Watching it on a TV screen is one thing—actually doing it is another. I’m not like you, remember. Sometimes I just wish you and I could switch places for just one night so that my marriage could get a jumpstart in the right direction.”

 

As soon as the words left my lips my sister flashed me a devious grin that I understood all too well.

 

“Why can’t we? I mean it’s not like we’ve never pulled the wool over people’s eyes in the past. And besides, you and Robert have been married for years and he still can barely tell us apart.”

 

“Yeah but…we were both kids when we use to play games like that…and there was obviously no sex or marriage involved.” Though I countered with excuse after excuse deep down a major part of me was ready to try just about anything. “Hypothetically speaking, if I did let you do this how could I ever look my husband in the face afterwards?”

 

“Whatever, girl. Try to tell that lie to someone else. You and I both know that you wouldn’t even have said it if you hadn’t been heavily considering it. Don’t try and lie to me. And as far as you being able to look Robert in the face—trust me you’ll do just fine. Nothing like some good loving to pussy-whip a man and get your relationship back on track.”

 

“Ok, fine. Yeah I’ve thought about it—but that’s about as far as I’m willing to go. The fact of the matter is, morally, the whole thing is just wrong and sinful on every level”

 

“Listen to yourself. You sound just like mom. And if you aren’t careful you’re going to follow in her same footsteps. Is that what you want?”

 

“Whatever!” I spat, angrier at the fact that she was telling the truth about me being like our mother than anything else. “I’m nothing like her and don’t you ever say that again!” I yelled tears starting to form.

 

Realizing the impact her words had she apologized. “Robin, I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want to see your marriage go down the same path that mom and dads did. Especially for something that’s completely within your control.”

 

I swear the blade of truth hurts that much more when inflicted by someone you love. My sister’s words ripped right through me and plunged deep into my soul as she spoke a truth that I was well aware of. She was right about everything—I was just too afraid to admit it.

 

“If I agree to let you go through with this what am I suppose to do afterwards? I mean, where I’m a measly two or three in the freak department, you’re a ten. The first time Robert and I make love after the two of you don’t you think he will be able to tell the difference?”

 

“Exactly. Which is why your ass need to be hidden somewhere taking notes—‘cause once I do this there is no going back to the old you. So don’t even consider it unless you’re willing to go all the way. ”

 

At that moment I can’t tell you how many different emotions were running through me, though strangely enough, I do know that jealousy wasn’t one of ‘em. That’s odd considering that when it came to my husband I was highly territorial—though the thought of my sister pretending to be me and sleeping with him didn’t disturb me the least bit. On the other hand, if her and I weren’t identical twins, and were merely sisters I’m certain I wouldn’t have even considered it. I guess, in a weird twisted way, my logic to it all was that if my husband truly believed that he was making love to me the whole time then there was really nothing for me to be jealous about. Crazy, I know…but it made sense at the time.

 

“All right then. Let’s do it. But the sooner the better…before I lose my nerve.” I agreed telling myself that what I was about to do was for the sake of my family. “Although doesn’t it kind of weird you out that you’re about to have sex with your brother-in-law. Because had this situation been reversed I know damn well I could never sleep with one of your men.”

 

“It’s like you said earlier, you’re not like me. Call it morals…or lack thereof, but to me sex is nothing more than sex, period. Maybe when I find that special guy like you found in Robert and settle down things will be different, but until that time comes I’m just enjoying life. Not to mention what we’re about to do is so taboo that I’m getting a little moist just thinking about it.”

 

“Alright, that’s way too much information…with your nasty ass. Sometimes I can’t believe that we’re sisters.”

 

Even when we were children I envied my sister’s free spirit. She was always the confident one that knew who she was and never apologized for the fact that she thought and behaved differently than everybody else. This use to tick our parents off, particularly daddy, who was very protective of his two girls; however there wasn’t much he could say because she was just like him.

 

Ironically while my sister and I were sitting at her house cooking up one idea after another, my cell phone rang and it was my husband calling to see where I was at. He had already picked up the kids from daycare and like the typical man wanted to know what we were having for dinner. Since it was already late I told him I’d pick something up on the way back from Charlene’s place. When he asked if I had done grocery shopping, I made up a lie and told him that Charlene needed my help with something and I didn’t get a chance to go. Then just when I thought I was in the clear and was about to hang up, he brought his voice down to a low whisper and told me, “Hurry home so we can put the kids to bed early tonight.”

 

As I put my phone back in my pulse my husband’s last words continued to ring in my head. I knew all too well what putting the kids to bed early entailed afterwards. My sudden change of demeanor easily alerted my sister that something Robert said was the cause.

 

“Is everything all right at home with the girls?” she asked concerned about her two nieces.

 

“The girls are fine.” I said calming and reassuring. “He just wanted to know what we were having for dinner. Oh…and basically for me to hurry home so we could put the kids to bed and have sex.” Then frantic and all panicky I blurted, “What am I going to do? I don’t know where to begin after watching all those dirty movies. My marriage is so doomed.”

 

“First you need to calm down and breathe.” Charlene said rubbing my back to ease my nerves. “Now is the time for you to take charge of your marriage. Just give me the word and I’m there for you, and by tomorrow this time you’ll feel like you’re on your honeymoon all over again.”

 

I swear my sister was a helluva saleswoman. It was obvious why she was the head of her marketing team down at the design firm she worked for. She had an extremely persuasive way of getting people to see her point of view—no matter how outlandish it was. By the time she finished hyping up how great my marriage would be after our scheme, she had me hooked.

 

Since Robert and I saw one another that morning before he left for work I didn’t want to risk the chance of him remembering my outfit, so to be on the safe side Charlene and I swapped clothes. The plan was simple. Charlene, posing as me, would drive Robert’s car to pick up some fast food on the way to my house, while I followed close behind in her car. Once home, I would park down the street and remain there, waiting for her to ring me on my cell telling me to come home. In theory it sounded simple enough…though nothing ever is.

 

Everything was going along as planned. Although extremely nervous, I was parked down the street from my house waiting for my sister’s call. Worried that something had gone wrong and my husband had figured out Charlene wasn’t me, I stared at my phone as if I could somehow magically will it to ring. Finally after over an hour and a half my phone started ringing with my sister’s name and number on the screen. Anxious, and at the same time fearful of what she might say, I answered.

 

“Hello.”

 

“Ok, hurry up and get down here while Robert is in the shower. I told him that when he got out I’d be waiting in the bedroom with a surprise, so you need to get down here pronto.”

 

After hanging I quickly moved my sister’s car up a few houses, closer to mine, and hurried inside the house. Once inside, to my shock Charlene was dressed in the same red and white cheerleading outfit that Robert and I had purchased for that disaster of a role-play session months ago. Before I could even month a word she took me by the hand and rushed me into my bedroom and stashed me in the walk-in closet.

 

“From here you’ll be able to see everything.” She whispered. “Just leave the door cracked and be very quiet and I’ll take care of the rest.” She said quickly easing the door closed and dashing over to the bed when she heard the shower stop.

 

There in the dark closet I crouched down on the floor and cracked the sliding door just enough so that I could see the entire room. My heart felt like it was in an Olympic Marathon when I saw my husband walk out the bathroom wearing only a bath towel. He always looked sexy right after a shower with the tiny droplets of water glistening off his lean frame. His fine chest hairs spread against his beautifully carved pecs, and his curly head of hair all slicked back was enough to make any woman’s heart skip a beat. I had to keep telling myself Robin, don’t worry, he thinks Charlene is you.

 

As soon as my husband laid eyes on Charlene, posing sexy across the bed in my little skimpy outfit and red ankle socks the expression on his face was one that I hadn’t seen in years. God, what was I thinking…this is going to be harder than I thought.

 

“You weren’t kidding around when you said you had a surprise, were you?” my husband said with a perverted grin on his face, his manhood starting to slowly peek out between the two halves where the towel met and tied together.”

 

“Why, coach, what are you ever talking about?” my sister asked with her patented devious grin while parting her legs just enough to give him a peek-a-boo shot of her white panties with the cute bow on the front. “I just stopped by your room to see if there was any way possible I could take the lead position in tomorrow’s game. But before you answer, Coach…you already know Sarah Pasley is nowhere nearly as talented as I am.” She flirted.

 

Immediately catching on to the naughty game, my husband’s eyebrow raised with delight—as with his manhood. “Tomorrow’s game, eh. Well, Robin, I see no problem with you taking lead position.” He said returning the devious grin. “However, only if after demonstrating those special talents of yours I feel you‘re the better girl for the job.”

 

“That would be my pleasure, Coach.” My sister said getting up and seductively leading my husband over to the bed and laying him across the top on his back. “I’ll first start off by showing you my cheer.” She said climbing onto the bed and standing, legs apart, overtop his face with both hands on her hips.

 

At this point, twin or no twin, things were starting to get a little too heated for me, but still I kept telling myself that all of this was for the betterment of my marriage. Just watch, learn and you‘ll never have to do this again, I convinced myself.

 

The look on Robert’s face was one of an arousal that I’d never been privy to in all our years of being together. As Charlene danced overtop his face, sexually enticing him with the peepshow underneath her skirt, his penis ascended in-kind.

 

“Give me a P, Coach.” She softly cheered slowly rolling her hips like an experienced, limber school girl.

 

My husband now even more turned on untied his towel unveiling his engorged goods and began stroking his shaft while mesmerized by my sister’s erotic show.

 

Removing her panties and crouching a bit lower, while dancing seductive and rubbing her breasts underneath her shirt, she moaned, “Give me a U.”

 

Robert’s cock was stiff as a piece of dry wood as he stroked and watched as if on the edge of an ecstasy cliff.

 

“Give me an S…” she moaned raising her shirt and revealing her perky nipples. “Give me another S…” coming a bit lower, her cat just inches from his face. “Give me a Y. Now tell me what that spells, Coach.” She moaned.

 

“Oh God…PUSSY…IT SPELLS PUSSY, you dirty…dirty girl.” my husband whimpered using both hands to grip her thighs and pull her down on his mouth to appease his worked up appetite.

 

Don’t get mad, don’t get mad, he just thinks she’s you, I kept reminding myself over and over in my head while watching Charlene grind her wet cat all over my hubby’s face. Seeing her eyes roll back with such pleasure and arousal while pinching her erect nipples was equivalent to someone slowly twisting a dagger in my side—a dagger that I placed in their hands.

 

As Robert performed oral sex on my sister, grabbing her ass and licking every crevice that was otherwise off limits on my body, his penis translated his every elated thought by remaining firm and erect.

 

It couldn’t have be anymore obvious that my husband knew his way around a vagina, so much that my sister leaned forward and returned the favor by eagerly devouring his meat and bathing his wet shaft all about her face each time it exited her mouth. Then as if hit with a sudden rush of adrenalin she started grinding faster and harder on his face while moaning kinky things like, “That’s it, Coach…like that! Nibble and suck that swollen clit, daddy.” All while having what must’ve been thy most intense orgasm.

 

It wasn’t long before all their gruff-sounding moans and groans were starting to become more and more agonizing to my ears as I watched my sister dismount my husband’s face and climb on top of his manly tool.

 

“Like this, Coach?” she whispered guiding Robert’s cock inside her mound and gradually easing down on his lap, working her hips in such a way that had him gripping the bedspread for a timeout. “I bet Sarah Pasley can’t do this.” She said raking her fingers across his chest and riding him like a cowgirl on a mechanical bull.

 

“Shiiit, Robin!” he gasped placing his hands on her waist to try and slowdown her erratic movements. “You gone make me cum you keep doing that.”

 

“That‘s the plan, Big Daddy.” she said pulling him up off the bed so that they were now face to face, her breasts flush with his chest, her legs straddling his waist and his cock still buried deep inside. “Grind that dick inside me, coach! Fuck me good and cum in my mouth!” she moaned working her grinding motions simultaneously with his to create a vibrant wave of blissful friction between them.

 

“Ooh yeaaaah…work that tight wet pussy on my dick!” my husband groaned while pumping hard cock up in my sister and sucking attentively on her C-cups. “Don’t stop—take all Coach’s big dick up in that hot pussy, you dirty girl!”

 

“You like that? You like stuffing your little cheerleader bitch full of hot dick, coach?” Charlene grunted while straining to push herself down on his lap, cramming whatever of his manhood that was leftover.   

 

“WOOOOO SHIT!!! That’s it—I’m about to nut! Get off me and open wide so you can earn that position you came for.”

 

Scrambling to get in position they quickly tore away from one another, my hubby rushing to his feet, and my sister to her knees with her mouth wide open.

 

“Give it to me, Coach! I want you to empty all that yummy spunk right here in my mouth!” she said pointing to her tongue.

 

Just seconds later as if on Q my husband’s cock erupted, showering my beloved sister’s face and mouth with a stream of liquidly cum unlike any amount that I had ever witnessed from him before.

 

After what seemed like a minute long orgasm, exhausted and out of breath he fell to his knees, facing my sister, and requested that she show her coach the creamy prize.

 

Obliged, she opened wide and stuck her tongue out proudly displaying his liquid pearl coating. Next, and without a shred of inhibition, their tongues met for a sensual massage atop the sticky white velvety surface until nothing was left except their saliva. And then, accompanied by a look of pure satisfaction, he lied down beside her and said, “Congratulations. You more than earned that position.”

 

Speechless and just yards away, I felt much better now that the unconceivable deed had come to an end. My husband, visibly worn out and more than satisfied, lay there canoodling my sister like he did back when he and I were only dating. All he kept saying was wow over and over like a broken record. He also kept asking my sister to promise that I wasn’t leaving him for another man because of the drastic 360. All I know is that I hadn’t seen that look in his eyes in forever. Suddenly I felt a yearning to be the one lying in his strong arms as he drifted to sleep. I wanted to feel what my sister was feeling right at that moment, and more than that…I wanted to be the one responsible for it. And I was ready, too.

 

Once my husband had drifted off to sleep, Charlene eased out of bed, gathered up her clothes and we both crept out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where we wouldn’t be heard. After locking the door behind us and turning on the shower she then had the audacity to give me a fucking lecture.

 

“Gurrrrl, all I have to say is that you better be damn glad that you brought me in when you did. You can’t be acting all stuck up and prissy with a freak of a man like you got. Especially one that’s holding like he’s holding between the legs. The good thing though is that once again he’s yours…if you can hang.” She said putting on her panties and bra.

 

“And what’s that suppose to mean? If I can hang.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  

“I’m just saying…you know how you can be. Look me in the eyes and—”

Before my big mouth sister could get another word out the sound of the doorknob twisting back and forth interrupted nearly giving us both a heart attack.

Stunned, the only thing either of us could do was be quiet.

The doorknob continued to wiggle and turn followed by knocking and my husband calling out.

 “Hey honey, open up so I can get in the shower with you!”

 

“FUCK!”