"Miller Time," Ted said to himself when his laptop battery died. He had been working by lantern-light for the past couple of hours because heavy thunderstorms in the area knocked the electricity out. He was hot and uncomfortable due to the lack of airflow in his office. Now that his workday ended early, he left the hot and stuffy office. Carrying the lantern, he walked through the hot and stuffy house in search of his wife.
He found her in their sunroom, which was also warm and humid. But, at least there was a little air flow. "According to the radio, the storm knocked power out all over the area. It's going to be several hours, possibly a day or so, before power is restored," Ted said as he entered the room. Georgette was lounging on the couch trying to stay comfortable in a t-shirt and panties. She was reading by the light of a small lantern. "Mmm Mu," she replied absently, lost in her book. Georgette is the type of person who, when she finds a good book, becomes oblivious to her surroundings. An empty nest and e-readers made these events more common.
Ted knew that it would be easier to join her than compete with the book. He placed the lantern on the side table and grabbed the newspaper. He settled next to Georgette on the couch and she unconsciously laid her legs across his. Ted automatically started to gently caress her skin and massage her bare feet, ankles, and legs. They both sighed and settled into what started out as a lazy, warm, humid, and dark afternoon.
Ted expected Georgette to eventually fall asleep like she had done a thousand times before, especially in the warm, humid, dimness of the storm. However, Georgette remained very much awake and showed every intention of staying that way as her focus on the book was fierce. "Must be a good book," Ted said to Georgette. Receiving no response, he went back to his paper. Shortly after flipping to the second page, he was startled by a loud gasp from Georgette.
"Are you OK?" he asked and received a thumbs-up. Seeing Georgette was OK, he went back to his paper.
"Oh my," Georgette said not quite under her breath a few moment later.
"Really? If you are going to include me in your revelry, you could at least let me in on the plot," Ted said. But, Georgette had gone silent, engrossed in her book. Lifting the paper, he went back to the story he was trying to read.
"With her too ... interesting," Georgette vocalizes in a lusty whisper. Ted just stared at his wife, annoyed.
For more than an hour, each time Ted would start reading, Georgette would distract him with a running commentary of expletives, gasps, and comments. It was as if she was having a book club meeting with invisible guests. "I don't believe she took it all," Georgette gasped. "That f'ing bastard," she whispered. "Both of them at one time?" she openly inquired to the book.
Ted noticed that beads of sweat had formed on Georgette's forehead and he was sure it was not from the humidity in the room. She was totally engrossed in her book, had one finger in her mouth and was chewing on its nail. Ted also thought her skin was becoming warmer and flushed.
"I never saw that coming," Georgette told her imaginary club members.
Ted finally gave up, threw his paper on the floor, and decided to have a little fun. He intensified his manipulation of Georgette's legs. As he ran his hands up her inner thigh, Georgette unconsciously parted her legs. Ted continued his stroll up and down Georgette's legs. With each journey up, Ted would end a little closer to her pussy. Georgette opened her legs wider as he moved very close to her panties. He could feel the warmth and moistness of her pussy. He lightly ran one finger over her cotton-clad vagina. Georgette moaned but she kept reading. Ted again ran his finger over her covered pussy. Georgette gasped but refused to put down her book.
