Getting back from the airport, the house was dark. He was hanging his jacket when he heard the garage door rising. He smiled to himself and went down the stairs. They met in the garage hallway. He took two of the several bags she carried, and they kissed briefly, with a hug made awkward by the parcels that filled both their hands. Together they made their way into the kitchen and laid the bags on the counter. He walked towards her to give her a proper hug, just as she turned away to open the refrigerator door. He began to rummage through the bags to hand her refrigerator items, and busied with this simple chore, they spoke of minor things.
They shared a brief snack and glance of wine in bed. She was on her side of the bed, propped up on pillows against the headboard, still wearing the sweater and jeans she'd had on when she came in. He was on his side, seated at the foot, shirtless, facing her as he reclined against the footboard. She reported the day's activities and he gave her the assurance that all had gone well on the trip.
He loved to hear her speak, to lose himself in the melody of her voice and the movement of her lips. The living tapestry of her face was, for him, a permanent collection of beloved art, a moving picture he could watch for hours like others watched the ocean. He did not want to interrupt it with the mundane details of his work.
They finished their small plates and she went to their bathroom to ready herself for bed. He gathered their dishes and brought them down to the kitchen. By the time he returned, she was out of the bathroom, and he began to brush his teeth. Still brushing, he wandered back into the bedroom, to find her undressing. He watched her remove her sweater, eyes drawn to the cleavage contained by her form fitting bra. She bent to pull down the thin, tight jeans she wore, and he unapologetically admired the curve of her hips as she slid them down, and off. Then she pulled on a pair of silky red pajama bottoms. He returned to the bathroom, and finished brushing. When he came back, she had on a matching top, and was removing her bra from underneath it.
This simple choice about her order of activities signaled to him that their reconnection would not be complete that night. He accepted this bit of information with disappointment, but without remark. As their paths crossed, he reached out to put his arms around her from behind. He pulled her close, his arms feeling the weight of her breasts on his forearms.
"I've missed you" he whispered in her ear.
"I have missed you too, my darling. Looking forward to some time with you this weekend!"
He pulled her body close to his, and she felt the solid warmth of him. "Mmmmm" she breathed contentedly. This breath turned into a tired yawn, and he, taking this signal, released her. They both climbed into bed.
He laid back, and she nestled against him, tucking under his arm and laying her head on his chest. One leg crossed over him, and she wiggled towards him, straddling the solidity of his leg. His body reacted to her closeness, his heart beating a little faster, the breath coming slightly more deeply, He felt the same familiar desire he always felt when her body was near his. His cock began to rise.
She must know what his body was feeling, he thought to himself. It would be so easy for her to do something about it! Couldn't she at least acknowledge his desire? It was like she was intentionally ignoring him. With an effort, he tried to put that thought away. He would be patient. He would try to be understanding. She was tired. But the heavy feeling at the center of his body would not go away. After being apart so long, it demanded her attention. He knew she would give it, in her own time, and they would have their time together. He tried to think of all the sexy things she had done -- they had done together -- over the years they'd been together. It would take his constant effort to keep his body's needs from turning into darker emotions. "It's like being hangry" he thought to himself with a chuckle. "There must be a word for that."
After a few minutes, the warmth of her body warming him from the outside, and his own desire heating him from within, began to grow uncomfortable. He gently disengaged, and she settled herself beside him. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, careful that his hard cock did not reveal itself by touching her. Then he turned away, and slowly his body began to calm itself for sleep.
His desire woke him long before the clock. Beside him, she rested peacefully, her beautiful face nestled in a halo of golden hair. His cock, already heavy between his legs, pulsed and grew at the sight of her. He watched her for several minutes; serene; peaceful. She was the beauty in his life, the refuge that he needed from the struggles of work and the world outside their home.
He felt the impulse to reach out, to pull her close against him and press his hardness into her. He restrained himself, not wishing to disturb her, but the contours of her lips, the line of her pert nose, the smoothness of her cheeks, threw fuel on his inner fire. His mind wandered to thoughts of his cock against her lips, what it felt like when she took it in her mouth, when she played its sensitive tip teasingly across the landscape of her face. It swelled and grew, longing to touch her.
He turned towards her and carefully slid one arm under her pillow, and the other around her waist. He brought himself close to her, and encircled her in his arms. She wriggled back until she was nestled close to him. He could not resist pressing against her inviting rear with his cock, and cupping her full round breasts with his hand. Even half asleep, the familiar hardness of his cock against her, and the hands touching her, gentle but firm, comforted her, telling her he was home, and all was well. She dozed back off to sleep.
Once again, he calmed himself. He kissed her cheek and neck gently, a mere touch of the lips, not wanting to wake her, but wanting her awake. She did not react. Suppressing a sigh, he rose from their bed. He slipped into some shorts and a tee shirt, and then sat to pull on his shoes. Taking one last, wistful look at the sleeping beauty he was leaving behind, he gave her a quick kiss. His body again urged him to close the gap between them. He did not want to wake her, but his cock had no such concern. It wanted to fuck her, without restraint. It wanted to be inside her, in every way -- between her sucking lips, inside the warm wetness of her pussy, gripped by the tightness of her ass. Desire pulled his thoughts to a different place, a place where he would whisper in her ear, and she would invite him to press his cock between her eager lips and tongue, or with the pleasuring grip of her hands, she would empty his full and heavy cock onto her beloved and welcoming face. Even better, she would not just invite it, she would ask for it herself. His cock strained, trying to lead him closer to her, to satisfy its desires in her, on her, in every way. But she slept. He tore himself away and headed to the ground floor and their gym. He was acutely aware of the presence, heavy and hard, of his cock as it pressed out from the thin material of his running shorts.
He began his routine, still thinking of his wife sleeping upstairs. At times like this, he wondered if she understood how he felt about her. His love for her had changed so much in the many years since their first days together. He tried now to be so much more expressive, to show more plainly the support and care he offered her. Sometimes it seemed she felt it, other times it seemed she did not. His thoughts wandered to nights like last night. He felt frustration rise in his heart, and the dark and demanding side of his desire taking hold.
He pressed against the weights in his hand, his body taking the commands of his mind. He exhaled through the exertion, and his mind turned its command to the compulsion within him that would poison his feeling for her. He consciously recalled times they had been together, when her desire matched his own, or when, even though it didn't, she had taken his cock and come willingly and at little urging. He knew that she gave herself to him in many ways, and at many times, and that other husbands were not so fortunate as he. Slowly his mind brought lightness back to the dark places in his body, and it began to find the rhythm of the day, leaving desire buried. For now.
She awoke alone, as she had too many recent mornings, to a sound she could not quite place. It was the sound of the shower. He was home! She pulled the covers up, looking for a few more minutes of sleep, but it did not come. She knew he would be coming through the door. She loved to see him right out of the shower, and she pictured the body she knew so well, formed and sculpted by years of weights and running and training, like a living sculpture carved by running water.
He entered their room, towel covering his midsection. Trying not hurry, she reached for her glasses, and took him in. His workout showed the muscles of his body, expanded from his exertions, the solid mass of his shoulders and chest, the definition of his arms. Her eyes played across him as he toweled off, and then examined his back as he turned to close the bedroom door.
Her eyes followed him as he moved around. Finally, the towel came away, and she was able to take in all his freshly scrubbed body all at once. Her eyes were drawn to his cock. It was no longer erect, but still jutted prominently from between his legs. Her body reacted to the sight, and she felt her temperature rise.
He dressed as she slowly stretched and began to rise. She made her to him and they embraced. "I'm so glad you're home!"
"Me too."
She pressed against him, waiting to feel the reaction of his cock against her belly. Predictably, it pulsed and swelled against her. She smiled to herself. Content for the moment to know she could still get the reaction she wanted, she went no further. They would be alone today and she thought about how she could persuade him to give her every bit of his body's energy. The thought sent a little shiver of excitement through her center. She had been thinking new thoughts lately. She wanted to bridge a gap she felt between them. She was sure it resulted from the uncertainties and inadequacies her past had created in her mind. Their many years together, even her present happiness, had never truly overcome them. Despite the pleasures they found together, she felt that something held her back. She wanted to break free, to allow herself to be taken to the places she felt she could almost see, just hidden in a mist. Places she felt he longed to go, but didn't, because he did not think she would follow.
