It had been a routine day at work; I was coming home in a pretty good mood, feeling I had accomplished a lot and that it had been a pleasant day. Even the ride home had been easy going and enjoyable, something that seems harder and harder to come by with people's impatience on the road and the road rage phenomena; but even that had gone nicely.
Funny how some people have terrible days and then come home and either ruin everyone else's day too or do just the opposite and make coming home their haven.
However, I find the days that go the nicest at work also can turn into the most pleasant evenings also, and this day wound up like that too, as you'll read.
I came into the house and called out "Honey, I'm home."
"I'm in the kitchen fixing dinner, how was your day?" She replied. "Quite nice" I told her. As I looked down the hallway to the kitchen it was even better. She was standing fixing dinner at the stove. Dinner smelled wonderful and she is always a pleasant sight to me.
She was just stirring in the last of the ingredients into the sauce. I came up behind her and hugged her from behind. Her hair and perfume smelled nice, not a strong perfume but just enough to highlight the senses. I kissed her behind the ear, while hugging her tightly. She liked this and reacted as she usually does, with a auiet murmered "Hmm" while leaning back against me.
"That smells wonderful," I said, to which she replied laughingly, "Me or the sauce?"
"The sauce, you always smell enticing!" I said, still holding her close. She pushed herself against me a little harder. My body reacted as always, when she did that, which she noticed and looked over her shoulder and smiled as she pushed herself against me a little harder yet, while looking me in the eye.
She said, "This needs to simmer for a while, perhaps we could, too?"
"Yes, I think that sounds like a very good idea" I said. So she turned the heat down on the sauce and we went into our garden room.
Our garden room is decorated with flowers, soft lighting and plants, privacy shades and with a hot tub in the center. It's a place we can relax with total privacy. We also have a daybed in it to relax, read or whatever our hearts desire.
She was still fresh from her earlier shower, but she got undressed too and we climbed into the hot tub. It felt good to get in there and relax, even good days at work tend to key you up. So both of us got in and sat facing each other. She leaned forward and I kissed her, she really knows how to kiss. Long and passionate, until her breath gets shorter and you know you both wanted more. "Lie back and relax" she told me, which I did and it felt great, greater yet when she put her hand on my cock and started to squeeze it gently.
She slid down into the tub more. I run my hands over her. It always amazes me how smooth and slippery a woman is when she is in the bath. They feel like silk!
She gripped me slightly harder and began to stroke me. She knows that if I come, when it comes time to please her, the sensations should be subdued enough that I can last much longer and always long enough to make her come, in fact many of the times we have reached orgasm together we've done it this way, and the second ones are always extremely powerful.
