Author's Note: This is a submission for the 2013 Valentine's Day contest. Please take a moment to vote and--if you are of a mind to--submit comments. Thanks! --CarliePlum
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Beep, beep, beep. Regina looked at the clock when the alarm went off, hoping she had mistakenly set it too early. Nope: 6:45 a.m. As usual Paul was still asleep, oblivious to the noise. She hit the snooze button and slipped out of bed, a knee-length nightshirt covering her velour pajama pants. Ten years in Iowa and she still hadn't adjusted to the February cold. She padded down the hall to the room where her two oldest were sleeping in their bunk beds. "Lance, Eric, it's time to get up," she announced as she stepped into their closets and pulled out their school clothes. "Get dressed and brush your teeth before you head down for breakfast."
As the kids grumbled, she paused and listened at Jody's door. Thankfully, the three-year-old was still sleeping. She slid back into the warm bed next to Paul and curled up against him, throwing her leg across his body as she put her head on his shoulder. She could feel his hard-on through his boxer shorts. She loved her kids, but sometimes she missed the days when their mornings had started off with a ride on his cock rather than finding people's socks and watching the clock. His eyes still closed, her husband of twelve years asked, "So are we doing anything tonight for Valentine's Day?"
"I didn't even try to get a sitter for tonight, Paul. Every teenage girl either has a date or is going to lie and say she has a date so nobody knows she doesn't. Besides, I thought you said you didn't want to go out for dinner. You said last year the restaurant was too loud and crowded and the food wasn't any good because the cooks were too busy, so I volunteered to work on a PTA project tonight after the kids go to bed."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Well, let's get a sitter for Friday or Saturday night and we'll at least go out and get a drink. Seems like we should at least acknowledge Valentine's Day."
Regina heard Jody crying from her bed. After kissing Paul on the cheek, she padded back down the hall again to fetch the sleepy toddler from her bed and give her a hug and a kiss. After dressing her, she carried Jody downstairs, hurrying the two boys along with her, and made sure everyone was set up with milk and cereal before heading back to her room to get herself ready.
Paul was just coming out of the shower, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. The years had been good to him. Sandy blond hair, green eyes and a mischievous grin, he was still as fit and trim and as the day they had married. Regina's body showed her age a little more, mostly because she had spent the last ten years having and nursing three children. Still, Paul thought, he knew that under her baggy pajamas, her small A cup breasts were pert, changed of course, but still attractive, with dark brownish-pink nipples that responded quickly to a caress or a kiss. It had taken a while after Jody was born, but she was back into her size four clothes and her ass. . . Well, the truth was, her ass had brought them together. In college at Auburn, Paul had caught a glimpse of her from behind, up on a ladder in the library, a pair of short shorts barely covering her curvaceous butt, and he knew he had to meet the girl attached to that ass. A year later, they were married.
Regina swore by a certain exercise, doing it absentmindedly throughout the day--while she was brushing her teeth, washing the dishes, or waiting in line somewhere. She would lift up onto her tiptoes, holding her muscles tight while she counted to four, then rest her heels back on the ground. Up and down until her glutes burned from the effort and she had to stop. When she was in a playful mood, she would look at Paul with her big brown eyes and slap her firm ass, asking with a laugh, "Is this the ass of a 34-year-old?"
