Chapter One
Given the state of our Union (Read: COVID-19 and fat Don), I ceaselessly hunger for theatre season. More pointedly, I crave a night at the theatre with my bride. A formal night out on the town serves as an exquisite split from the stresses of our professional, academic lives.
Lynn and I always purchase season tickets to attend the only professional theatre company in Phoenix, so once a month—prior to the pandemic—we went through what had become our routine
The afternoon of October 24, 2019, began as our other theatre nights had begun, but I wanted to fill up our Lexus, so I headed to the nearest gas station. Shortly, I returned home, and I mixed myself a wonderfully cold vodka martini, and I poured Lynn her favorite beer—Kilt Lifter. I assumed Lynn was showering, so I headed down the hallway, drinks in hand. I planned to catch a few minutes of the Thursday night NFL game and to enjoy some Ketel One.
Lynn and I had a routine. We would flirt a bit before we got on the road, but we always refrained from unleashing our sexual concert until we returned to our home. Yes, perhaps it had grown a bit mundane. We would leave quite early and eat a meal at an Irish pub just down the street from the theatre. After the performance, we would hurry home and unleash our pent-up desires. The morning after, we would gather ourselves and step back into the routine that would dominate our lives for the next four weeks.
As I walked toward our bedroom, however, I immediately recognized that this night was going to be unique. I could smell the humidity of the shower and the floral scent of Lynn's body lotion, but the muffled sound of fervent moaning aroused me. I pushed the door open with my hip. Immediately, my cock began to swell. Lynn was watching her favorite adult video, which featured her favorite adult film Asa Akira. Propped up on multiple pillows, which supported her lower back, my wife looked as striking as Helen must have appeared to Paris.
Her hair hung wet across her shoulders, and her erect nipples stood like sentinels under the cool breeze of the ceiling fan. While one hand clutched a remote control (Yes, it was a DVD), her other hand stroked her naked figure. It was abundantly obvious that this had been going on for more than a few minutes, for her nipples were delightfully engorged, and her cleanly shaven mound glistened with excitement. I had not interrupted her; she had planned this, and she directed me to sit in the chair that she had situated at the foot of our bed.
I set the sweating glasses on the nearest dresser and obediently took my seat. As soon as I eased onto the chair, Lynn pitched the pillows from the bed, tossed away the remote, and nimbly flipped onto her side. With her legs thrust toward the side of the, she directed her sculpted ass so I could have a tremendous view of her performance.
She began by gently licking the tips of her fingers on her right hand. After she deemed them sufficiently wet, she let her hand trail down to her breasts and permitted her wet fingers to tease and trace circles around her taut nipples. She remained fixated on the movie, but I could not take my gaze off my wife's idyllic nakedness. After sufficiently stroking and teasing her nipples, Lynn reached her right hand over her hip and gave me a view of her brilliantly wet puss. Her lips were shaved to a stripped perfection, and her swollen labia looked as inviting as Caribbean waters.
Up and down, between her lips, she stroked herself, and her purrs turned to low gasps. I knew she would need to switch her routine or she would erupt, and without skipping a beat, she rolled a bit farther onto her side and grasped her right ass cheek. She brazenly pulled at her cheek and gave me a view of her tight pink ass, and it again became apparent just how aroused she was. The wetness from her tender snatch had soaked her asshole, too.