As is customary, this did not happen today, but it did happen a couple of days ago, and I think I'm finally able to tell the story...just not to anyone I know.
So a little background first: my wife and I have a 15 month old toddler, and we recently decided that it would be a good idea to promote him to older brother. Our first time around things didn't go...as planned, so this time we wanted a different experience. After 2 months of injecting my baby batter my wife started to get a little annoyed, last time we were surprised to learn the consequences of our actions, and now things are again not going as planned, but in the exact opposite manner. She started reading all about fertility and how we might increase our odds: what foods to eat, what not to drink, how often we should go heels to Jesus, what time of the day is best, and so on, and so on. She discovered that it would be in our best interest to have sex multiple times per day when she was ovulating, and lucky for your boy here, that meant sex in the morning, afternoon, and at night.
As the day approached (according to her bloody tracking app), I reminded her that I am the farthest thing in the world from a morning person, and if she wanted that morning glory then she would have to entice me, because sleeping is damn near my favorite thing in the world, and I'm damn good at it (very heavy sleeper, takes a lot to wake me up). Now is also a great time to mention that due to my love of sleeping in, I've devised a way to make sure my ass actually gets out of bed and doesn't go back to sleep: I turned the volume of my alarm as high as it would go and put it out of arm's reach, so it basically scares the shit out of me first thing in the morning, and I jump out of bed just to turn it off. Spikes the heart rate a bit, but it gets the job done on early mornings.
So Friday morning cums around and my loving wife decided now was the time to enact one of my greatest fantasies in life, waking up to a sloppy BJ. She gets down to business and I'm apparently still sawing logs like a lumberjack, but she's motivated in acquiring that next bun in the oven. As I start to gain consciousness the thundering sound of my alarm shakes the bedroom, and as I reflexively begin to jump out of bed to turn it off, I hear a crack that would have made Mickey Mantle proud, followed by a scream that dwarfed my alarm. Apparently my alarm surprised my wife as much as it always does me, and as I started to move, she looked up, and took a knee to the chin like Chuck Liddell, only not as well.
After a minute or so I was finally able to calm her down enough for me to realize the magnitude of my royal fuck up, and attempt to put her jaw back into place. Unfortunately for her this wasn't the first time she had dislocated her jaw, but if there was any fortune in her favor this morning, it was that I am a medical professional in training and have learned how to locate jaws...in theory. After 5 or so minutes trying different manuevers we finally got a solid click and she was able to move her jaw back and forth with only some mild discomfort, followed by a few choice words that I absolutely deserved.
Needless to say my dick stayed dry the rest of the day, and every day since, but we will be trying again next month, just with more vanilla. At least we didn't have to go to the ER and likely explain to the police that I did not intentionally assault my wife.
TL;DR - wife and I trying to make a baby, she selflessly tried to wake me with head, I ended up kneeing her in hers when my alarm started blasting, dislocating her jaw
Revelation2217 t1_iwroz3l wrote
WOW!! Good luck next month. Maybe she should try it some morning you don't have an alarm set. :)