Lefty loosy, Righty tighty

One of the advantages of being together for nearly two decades, is the familiarity. Like your favorite end of the couch, where the pillows are smooshed just right to cradle your tired body at the end of a long day. Granted, sometimes you'd like to just set the couch out in the yard in the hopes someone else might appreciate it just a little more, but that takes more effort than you'd care to expend. It takes too long to break in a new one, anyway.
I digress.
One of the advantages of being with the same man for half of my life, is the familiarity. We know each other's needs, and how to get them met. Sure, it takes a little of the WowFactor away, but I've had enough Wow for now. Libido-wise, he has me beat. Anytime, anywhere, anyway you want it - that's the way you need it. C'mon, it'll be fun. Welcome to Casa de Quickie, "Where your free time is always well spent!" TM
Here are the ground rules:

• The lady of the house must be deeply involved in some terribly unsexy chore of which she should not abandon right at that moment.
• Phones and doorbells must be activated frequently during foreplay; teenagers experiencing minor crises are optional.
• The seductive suggestion of showering must be made at initial contact. Surprise requests once the ride is in motion will bring the vehicle to a screeching halt.
• Advancements in technique and technology are appreciated. Although not mandatory at this time, management does encourage staff to upgrade their skills annually.
• He who finishes first is not automatically declared the winner. Prior to commencing any activity, please clarify today's rules for any changes that have been made.
• Similarly, activity may only be initiated by the man of the house. Unless the rules were changed on that given day. Please see the assistant manager for updated regulations.
• Please keep your arms around the vehicle at all times, remain seated with your safety belt attached, and do not exit until the ride has come to a complete stop.

There are several kinds of intercourse. The sweet Romantic lovemaking sessions, the hot and heavy Monkey love, the aforementioned Quickie style, and the well-known "babydance": Deathmarch baby making sex. Which, in my book, is no more of a "dance" than changing the oil in your car. Sometimes you get a pretty even merging of two (or more) types during any given session. I said SOMETIMES, people, let's not get all worked up now. The house special (formerly known as "QuickDeath") here at Casa is a fine blend of rich espresso and pallid hopes, resulting in a mediocre treat that quenches the thirst yet is not overly satisfying. Great taste, less filling!
I have my moments. Really I do. He could tell you of no less than two distinct occasions when I rocked his world. Of course, I had to spend precious 'cuddle time' explaining what came over me, and where I picked up those moves. Kind of a buzzkill, ya know. Most of the time, however, my efforts lead to nowhere because it just isn't morally acceptable for the woman to be the aggressor. You know the old saying about wanting a lady in public but a ho in bed? Well, sometimes I think I have married Ward Cleaver. If he puts me in 'that kind of mood', it is a turn on. If I arrive at that state by my own accord, it isn't quite as exciting. Why is that? I'm just pondering the ins and outs of of marital relations. (Pardon the pun).
Overheard on any given weekend are those three little words that set my heart a flutter. "Hey, you busy?" Why, no, dear, praytell what did you have in mind? Oh, you want to put up the dishes and fold the white clothes for me? ::swoon:: My breathing quickens as small beads of perspiration form on my heaving chest. Well okay, but let's be quick about it, I have to get dinner started.