It took only a few minutes for me to get settled on the recliner after working a full shift at the office. I stretch out my arm with the remote and start to flip through the channels.
Then I heard the all too familiar, "James is that you? Can you take out the garbage under the sink it's overflowing? I think there has to be something rotting in there because it smells really bad."
With a sigh of annoyance, I get up from the soft embrace of the cushioned heaven. I walk out of the glow of the Television as one of my favorite shows starts to play. The nagging never stops. She always wants me to do something.
Sometimes I just want her to shut up. First, she'll ask me to do one simple thing and before I know it she's asking me to do a million other things. I'm really starting to get tired of it all.
We've only been married for 5 years. It feels like a lifetime. All I wanted to do was come home after a long day at work to relax. I don't want to have to deal with all of the extra shit. I do love my wife with all of my being. Don't get me wrong but, I do wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't met her.
I stop mid-stride. No, I don't want to think about that. Yes, I am tired after working a long day but, she simply asked me to take out the trash. I can take a few moments to make my loving wife happy. She has been making me a wonderful dinner.
She keeps the house homely. She loves me I shouldn't be thinking like that. I walk into the kitchen and grab the bag from under the sink. She stood over the stove stirring something in a pot. She slowly moved her hand over the food wafting the smell of the meal she was cooking to her nose. She turns her head, grabs my arm, and kisses my cheek. "Thank you."
As if magic, the dark cloud hovering over me seemed to be gone. A simple thank you made it all worth it again. That is why I put up with all the nagging. Even though she askes me to do a few things around the house.
I love her and want to make her happy. She works hard to give us a good life at home. Even though we don't have any kids our home feels like a place that could. I love her and no amount of nagging would change that.
I give her a quick smile and walk out the backdoor. I toss the bag into the garbage can. I look back. There was a window right in front of the kitchen sink.
I can see her bopping along to a song inside her head while she placed some dishes down. I stare as she danced for a solid minute before making my way back into the house.
"Is everything okay honey? You looked annoyed a second ago. Was everything at work going okay?" I had just walked in from the backyard.
My face lit with great affection. "No everything is fine El. I'm just tired. It has been a long day and I just want to relax." I sit down at the island in the kitchen and look at my beautiful wife, Ellison.
She was short in stature, brunette hair, hazel eyes, a bit of weight on her hips and, a smile that could melt any trouble away. She wasn't large by any means but, she had gained a few pounds in the past few years of marriage.
In all honestly, the extra weight suited her especially when she wore her jeans because that ass of hers always looks juicy as hell. She was wearing a white apron over a grey spaghetti strap tank top and black shorts.
Not quite sure what she was in the process of making for dinner but, whatever it was I had to tell her that it smelled great. "Dinner smells just as delicious as you look." She moved her way over to the island and stood across from me.
Her face glowed pink as I spoke," You think so? Maybe I can give your a taste tonight." She laid her arms on the island pushing her free-flowing tits up exposing her cleavage through the top of the low-hanging apron.
I unapologetically look at her chest, "You don't want to spoil dinner by letting me eat dessert first. That is just eating 101."
She pouted, "Sometimes you can bend the rules just a little. I know that you are tired but, things still need to get done around her. I can't do it all by myself. If I could I would.
How about this I know that you have been stressed out recently. If you can just do one more thing for me you can go do whatever you want and I won't ask you to do anything else tonight. Deal?" She pulled her hand up, tracing her hand over her collar bone before slightly squeezing her chest together.
"You'll let me do anything?", my voice raised a small amount as I started to pull a devious scheme together in my head. If she really meant anything I knew what I wanted to do tonight.
"Anything you want and I won't make a peep. I just need you to get into the shower mister. You smell like you've been rolling around in trash all day."
"You have yourself a deal." I stood up and walked around the island to kiss her. She was about a foot shorter than me so I had to lean forward. I reached down grabbing the fat of her right ass cheek pulling her just that little bit closer to me.
She wrapped one leg around my hip. I could feel her heat against my thigh. She reached down and grabbed the mound between my legs. "I can't wait to play with him later. It feels like ages since the last time." The way she straddled my waist and pulled at my pants truly was driving me crazy.
After making a deal with the devil, I gave her one last kiss before heading off. When I was out of the line of sight I raise an arm and take a big whiff of myself. Wow, I really do smell awful. I walked to the back of the house along a hallway that was connected to the living room. Adjacent to the bathroom was the master suite.
I got into the shower. It was nice being able to feel the hot water pass along my skin as steam filled my lungs. It was far more relaxing than sitting on the recliner. It felt like I was being hugged from all sides.
I was able to clear my mind and think about what I wanted to do tonight. My wife rarely wasn't the type to get into something sexy for fun. There have been times in the past but, she would always tell me that there was no reason to since I would just be taking it off just as quicker than the effort it takes to get the damn thing on.
She fails to understand in my mind it gets me going. Adds the needed spark to get the pistons in my engine going that little bit faster. She thinks that just laying on her side over the comforter on our bed in the nude is sufficient enough.
While it does get the job done for me most of the time. I would love it if she were to wear something that highlights the parts I love about her just a little more. Having that spark keeps things interesting.
Maybe if I were to leave something fun on the bed. She just might get the hint. I had gotten her some lingerie a few months ago. A red silk nightgown, with an open back with two laces holding it loosely together creating a crossing pattern all the way up between her shoulders.
I had seen her put it in the closet but, I think she only ever took it out of the bag once on the day I got it for her. It was probably still in that bag sitting on the top shelf.
It was one of my favorites because it cups her breasts nicely pulling them up, it's thin enough to see her nipples even when they were soft. The nightgown was short enough to cover her lower half but if she leaned over an inch. I could see the fullness of her voluptuous ass.
Just the thought of my wife wearing something so scandalous caused a fire to start burning in my loins. Without a moment's notice, my shaft filled to the brim. Sensitive to the warm water running down the front of my body.
I leaned one hand against the wall. I reach down to try and service myself. The head of my member began throbbing with excitement at the new attention that it was getting. It really has been a long time since the last time.
I wanted to do many things to her. It was only a week ago that my wife had asked me about anal. At first, I was shocked by the thought that she wanted to try it.
We hadn't had the chance to try anything with all of the work that I had been doing. Even on the days, that I might have had the chance. It never seemed like we had the time to relieve the sexual tension that is forever growing between us. Tonight was going to be the night that I took her back door virginity. It had to be otherwise I don't think I would have another chance for a while.
I couldn't waste this opportunity. She wanted to have sex. Even though I was tired. The urge to fuck my wife was immeasurable. I slowly stroked my member as I plotted.
It didn't take much longer before everything started getting out of hand. I knew if I continued I wouldn't be having sex tonight. It just felt like heaven. Nowadays I rarely had the change like this. I had to focus.
How was I going to get my wife back in that experimental mood that she had been on that night? Well, that is a good question. I'm not sure yet. Apart of me just wanted to walk right out of that shower soup and all.
Then just take her. Pull the shorts that held up her fat juicy ass and take her right there in the kitchen. I knew I had to think about this just a bit more strategically. If her first time was terrible then she will never try anything ever again.
One night after a few drinks, She had flat out told me that she had never done anal and she was open to trying it out of the blue. She mentioned that she had joined a chat group that liked to explore some of the less vanilla forms of intercourse.
I hadn't thought much about it because I always thought of my wife as a person that would be revolted by the less conventional. It wasn't until recently she started to lay hints around that she wanted to get freaky in the bedroom despite the lack of activity under the sheets.
She had been so forthcoming about what she wanted tonight. I don't think she knows what I'm planning to do but, I'm sure she is hoping something will happen tonight. The lather from the soap slick on my body. Helped keep things moving along.
I realized that it wasn't a good idea to keep ongoing. I had been rubbing my throbbing cock for a good few minutes now. Being as sensitive as it was I knew I was going to break. I wanted to be able to take my wife to places she couldn't ever dream of.
I couldn't do that if my body was limp and tired. I quickly turned on the freezing cold water. Almost immediately my body reacted. I began to shiver, my cock rescinded into my body and, my nipples hardened. My fire quenched but, the embers were still ready to light at a moment's notice.
The bathroom was still filled with hot steam as I stepped out. I grab my towel and wipe the mirror. I look at my sopping wet and shivering body.
I wasn't the biggest of men. I had some muscle on my body but, no six-pack. I'm six feet tall, I look at my black hair, brown eyes staring right back at me. I noticing that I hadn't shaven since yesterday so I had a five o'clock shadow.
I dry myself off and try to psych myself up for the plans I had for the night. I knew that tonight was going to be a fun night.
