This morning DH and I were getting a little fruity. I had been - ahem - pleasuring him under the duvet, then we were distracted by dd but he suggested we put her in front of the telly for a while and go back to bed. So, back in bed, he began pleasuring me with one hand.
Then I realised he had his fucking mobile phone in the other hand and was in the process of unlocking it.
DH is obsessed with his mobile (iPhone) and I've had to make a rule of no phones at mealtimes or he would play with it all the way through dinner too.
I said "oh my god", shoved his hand away and flounced out of the room. He followed me, quite apologetic but insisting that it was meant as a joke, albeit an unfunny one.
I'm still fuming.
AIBU?