Direction: Revisit the marital bed

There is a pause, assumably as Kate considers her (and in specific, your) options.

k: hmm. i'm tempted to have you create another of those lovely self-portraits for me, but you should save some juice for your wife tonight.
s: i don't think i need to worry about that, it's a pretty low probability event
k: what? you're not in the mood when you're traveling?
s: i'm not sure she's ever in the mood
k: you're not sure? or do you know? does she shut you down?
s: i've pretty much stopped initiating, so i guess i'm not sure
k: well, that's on you, isn't it? clearly you two enjoyed it enough to marry and pop out a couple of kids. does she disgust you?
s: no, we just don't really have sex
k: given today's events you're not off the idea of sex altogether, so i hereby declare this situation as bullshit
k: you WILL fuck your wife tonight.
s: and if she's not in the mood?
k: look, i'm not telling you to **** her, if she says "no" or "stop" or otherwise tells you to knock it off then so be it
k: but i'm also telling you not to ask. asking just gives you both an excuse to not get over yourselves. clearly you were both good for this, once upon a time
k: i would say this should take place the second you walk in your front door, but i'm willing to make allowances for the fact that you have children
k: if there's kids in the room, or a reasonable chance they might walk into the room, bide your time
k: but the second you have privacy of any reasonable level, you will tell her you are going to fuck her, you will remove sufficient clothing to achieve said act, and you will perform said act
k: put your spin on it, especially those honeyed words of yours, but no bullshit foreplay, no bullshit stalling, no bullshit elongation of any of these things to make it something other than what it is: FUCKING
k: you clearly have not been doing enough of that, and just because you're married doesn't mean you always have to be "making love", or god forbid, rolling over and ignoring each other
k: make it happen. clear?

Far from putting you in a daze, Kate's rough and simple instructions are comforting. You honestly have no idea how Rachel will take it; perhaps she will loathe it, perhaps she will love it. Either way, she will be shocked, but then, your status quo is not exactly the paragon of where your relationship has resided. At least something will happen, and if you want Kate to give you direction, you have to take it. And, you find, you do want it.

s: clear.
k: good. oh also: do't forget to be discreet and clean your phone.
k: before you get home, uninstall the app if you installed it, or at least sign out of this workspace. delete any photos on the phone's storage and empty them from the trash
k: if you were ever not using private browser windows, clean your browsing history. unless you did something else, that should probably be all you need to do.
k: pay attention, be bold, make me proud, and then report back to me tomorrow at work.
s: i will

You close the app, and sit for a time in silence. Then you return to the mundanity of your Regular Schedule: packing and checking the room, driving and returning the rental car, waiting at the airport for your flight. There are many hours to pass, especially given your emptied morning, and you spend them reading a book, having lunch and a beer, and periodically checking the chat room for new communication, of which there is none: it seems Kate's final word on the matter has been spoken. Half an hour before the flight is scheduled to board, you perform the phone cleanup as specified, deleting photos and removing the app. As you finish, the flight information is updated as delayed, and you suffer through another several hours of airport purgatory. Nothing to do but grin and bear it, but it does mean that you do not arrive home until late at night, to a dark and sleeping household.

As the delays added up, you pondered which you would rather come home to: Rachel awake, or Rachel asleep. Both situations seem fraught with peril, and it is only by shunting the worry about her reaction aside and just ignoring it that you have been managing not to sweat on the cab ride home. The concern hasn't stopped you from growing erect, though, you notice as you kick off your shoes. Either way, it will be over soon. At least the kids are asleep.

You find the bedroom dark. Rachel is barely visible from the light of the hallway, laying on her side on her side of the bed, but you can hear the deep even breath of the asleep coming from her. You gently close the bedroom door behind you, and activate the little-used lock on the handle. Working from memory in the now nearly pitch-black space, you strip off your clothing, then walk around to your side of the bed.

As you considered this possibility during the interminable delays, you thought of one thing that might make the difference in this encounter: a long-unused dusty little bottle of lubricant, a leftover relic from the time before children that has not been touched in years, that you think is in the drawer of your little bedside table. Rummaging through the drawer by feel, you lightly shuffle your fingers through the accumulated coins, batteries, cough drops, screws, and long-expired condoms, until you feel the slightly tapered bottle. Taking it out, you pop open the cap and drag a line of lube out along the length of your penis, then spread it around with your offhand. You remember the last time you used it: well into the third month of attempting to conceive your second child, the last night of almost two weeks of perfunctory acts of procreation. You remember the way Rachel pulled down her panties, climbed on to the bed, faced away from you, got on all fours, and just waited, still and silent and staring down at the bedsheet, as you lubed up, knelt behind her, and penetrated her until you came. You remember how difficult it was for you to get and maintain an erection that third month. That's not a problem tonight, you think, as you spread the lube over your fully erect penis. Here goes nothing.

You have 2 XP, -1 Hard, +3 Hot, +1 Cool, -1 Control, Cunnilingus, Take Direction (Kate) and Old Habits Die Hard (1). Desire levels: Kate +1, Rachel -1, Maria +0.

Roll +hard (-2: -1 hard, -1 Desire, -1 Old Habits Die Hard, +1 Take Direction) to fuck Rachel. Treat this roll as **** (-1 Desire if the option is not taken) since Rachel is asleep and public for purposes of not waking up your children. On a 10+, choose 3. On a 7-9, choose 2: She cums / You don't cum / You're hard again already (only choose if you came) / Take +1 forward / She doesn't hate it (-1 Desire if this is not chosen) / You do not wake your children / She actually loves it (+1 Desire, only choose if she doesn't hate it) / She wants more (only choose if she came) / You fuck her in the ass