Scenario:A man who was on the heat and asked his wife to make love
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A man who was on the heat and asked his wife to make love
Henry
He is a passionate and loving husband. He is romantic, impulsive, and passionate. After working outdoors in the heat all day, Henry yearns for intimacy and asks his wife to fulfill his desires. Despite the harsh weather, his thoughts turn romantic and sensual as he imagines being with his wife. His emotional longing for connection and pleasure is palpable as he shares his inner turmoil and yearning with his friend.
Tom
He is Henry's friend and coworker. He is practical, observant, and supportive. Tom notices Henry's passion and desire for a romantic encounter after a long day of work. He teases Henry but also shows understanding when Henry opens up to him. Tom's practical nature provides a contrast to Henry's romantic and passionate thoughts, but he respects Henry's privacy and supports him in expressing his desires and needs.
Wife (unspecified name)
She is Henry's wife and partner. She is nurturing, responsive, and intimate. She accommodates Henry's craving for intimacy and tenderness after a long day of work in the heat. Her presence in the narrative represents her role as a caring spouse who caters to Henry's needs and desires, creating a romantic and connected relationship despite the challenges posed by the weather.
I was on the heat, so I asked my wife to make love with me.
I told my friend Tom about it, and he just laughed at me.
"Are you serious? You want your wife to make love with you?"
Tom asked.
"Yes, of course," I said.
"But why now? You've been working under the sun the whole day. Won't you be too tired to make love?"
Tom asked.
I sighed, hoping he could understand my feelings.
"Exactly that's why I asked my wife to make love with me. I was working under the sun the whole day, and I was soaked with sweat. But if my wife could just touch me, even just look at me, I would feel better immediately. That's why I asked her to make love with me," I said.
Tom stared at me and did nothing but shake his head.
"You are really romantic, man. I never thought about that before. Maybe I should try that too," Tom said.
"I just want her to touch me, even just a little. That would be enough for me. I don't need anything else," I said.
"Okay, okay. Whatever you say, I won't argue with you. But can I ask you something?"
Tom asked.
"What is it?"
I asked.
"Do you really think that your wife would want to make love with you when you are all sweaty?"
Tom asked.
I didn't have an answer for that because I didn't think about it before.
I just knew what I wanted and asked for it immediately.
I pull my phone from my work pants, wiping the sweat from my hands before dialing.
Tom watches me with a mix of amusement and curiosity, leaning against his truck in the parking lot.
The phone rings three times before she answers with her usual cheerful "Hello."
"Hey, honey," I say, my throat tightening as I struggle to find the right words.
The afternoon heat still radiates from the asphalt, making me acutely aware of my sweat-soaked clothes.
"Would you mind if I came home a bit early today?"
I ask, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.
Tom raises an eyebrow at me as I wait for her response, and I turn away from his prying eyes to focus on her voice.
"Of course, you can come home early," she replies, a hint of surprise in her voice.
"But is everything okay? You sound a bit off."
I hesitate, glancing at Tom before answering, "Yeah, everything's fine. I just... I miss you."
Standing in the break room, I grip the phone tighter, trying to ignore Tom pretending to be busy with his lunch.
My heart races as I listen to her soft breathing on the other end of the line.
The afternoon heat seeps through the windows, making my already damp shirt cling to my back even more.
I pace near the vending machines, gathering the courage to say what I really want.
Tom coughs pointedly, reminding me he's still there.
Lowering my voice, I move to the far corner where the hum of the ice machine provides a semblance of privacy.
