Annie woke up horny. And of course her husband was already up and moving. Even on Saturdays, he couldn't sleep in. Annie didn't even know if there would be coffee in the pot, or if she'd have to use the Keurig.
But she didn't care, he was a hard working man and had provided a pretty good life for her and the kids. And now that the last of the girls had flown the coop, her and Frank were adapting quickly to the new sense of freedom.
She threw off the comforter and swung her feet to the floor. She felt the cool morning air hit her warm, naked body and her nipples reacted instantly. Annie stood up on her tiptoes and reached for the ceiling as she stretched and reveled in the chilly air.
Groaning, she brought her hands down over her body, stimulating her titties, pinching her hard nipples before moving down her belly, loins, the small patch of hair on her pubic mound and the tops of her thighs. She couldn't resist bringing her fingers back up her body, slowly, across her already aroused pussy. One hand lingered there, teasing her meaty labia, while the other continued up over her belly, and stopping to squeeze her tits.
She needed to find her man, and have him do this for her, she thought to herself. Maybe he'll even bite them for her, she thought as she gave her thick nipples another pinch and tug.
Glancing around the room, she dismissed her pajamas. Even without underwear, they weren't naughty enough for her mood. She looked in her husband's hamper and found one of his work shirts that wasn't too dirty, and pulled it on with a bemused smile. It smelled like her man, and tickled her nipples as she buttoned the bottom 3 buttons while padding barefoot to the kitchen.
She wondered what Frank was tinkering with this morning, and looked over towards the front door. The lamp from the foyer was gone, so she knew it was getting a new cord and socket. As she poured the last half a cup of coffee from the pot and loaded a pod into the machine, she considered that she could just go jump his bones in his workshop.
That was always fun, bent over the dirty workbench, or sprawled in his desk chair as he knelt down and feasted on her pussy. But dragging Frank's shirt out of the hamper reminded her that she had clothes in the laundry room to come up to her bedroom, and it was all lingerie.
She remembered the last time she had asked Frank to bring up her naughty things. It had gotten him pretty fired up. She mused with a knowing grin that it should work again. She hoped he had taken a hit from his weed vape, he was particularly uninhibited with a little buzz on. And yes it helped relieve his bad back.
With her coffee made she went to the cellar steps to yell down to Frank. She reflected on how different her and her husband's home life was now that they were empty nesters. She loved being able to run around in barely any clothes, or even naked if she wanted.
Her and Frank could again fuck in any room of the house, and on whatever piece of furniture they wanted. They could also make as much noise as they wanted, Annie was able to cut loose vocally again, something that she had missed, she had felt repressed trying to be quiet all the time. And they did all of these things. They were like newlyweds again.
"Hey honey, what are you doing?" She yelled down the cellar steps. "Mornin' Babe! I'm fixing that lamp from the foyer." Boomed back up to her, with some classic rock in the background. She smiled knowingly and replied. "Hey, I'm going to get a bath, could you please grab my clothes from the laundry room?"
"Sure can honey! I'll be up in a few!" Frank yelled back to her. "Thanks, and take your time." She told him, before heading off to the bathroom to fill the tub. She wondered if he would be joining her in the bath, or waiting for her in the bedroom.
Frank snugged up the screws on the new lamp cord to the socket and plugged it in to try it. The bulb lit, no sparks flew, and the breaker didn't trip, so he unplugged it again before reassembling the lamp and putting his tools away. Before picking up the newly repaired lamp and his empty coffee cup, he made sure his vape was stowed away in its hiding place, he knew his kids were gone, but old habits died hard.
As Frank was swinging by the laundry room and wondering if he could carry everything in one trip, Annie was pouring some lavender bath salts into the flow from the tub spout. Shedding Franks shirt she then grabbed her little scissors and proceeded to trim the length of the little patch of light brown pubic hair she kept for her husband.
Frank liked to see a little hair, he didn't want to feel like he was fucking an adolescent. Maybe it was part of being a father of daughters. So Annie kept a neat little triangle of hair, just for him.
She swirled her painted toes in the water to check the temperature as Frank entered the laundry room to see all of Annie's unmentionables hanging around the room, dry. He smiled to himself as he remembered the last time he had been tasked with gathering this particular laundry. He had a hunch Annie remembered too, and had ulterior motives in asking the favor.
Frank had fond memories of each little piece of fabric, and he reminisced about the flash his wife had given him in the bar last week as he pulled her black thong off the little clothes line and folded it reverently into the basket.
Annie checked the power in her waterproof electric razor, and dipped her toes into the hot aromatic water again. Satisfied with both, she began to lower herself into the water slowly. The hot water was as exhilarating to her flesh as the cool bedroom air had been earlier.
Frank pulled Annie's red push up bra off the line and thought about the cleavage this bra gave his wife. Then he thought about taking it off her a few nights ago. He had been sitting on the couch, and she was straddling his lap, grinding her pussy on his hard dick. When he released the front clasp her C cup tits had practically slapped him in the face.
They hung a lot lower than they used to, but he still loved when she pushed them in his face and swung them back and forth. His cock started to grow as he thought about her big titties in his face as he tried to capture a nipple in his mouth.
Annie settled in the tub and allowed herself a moment to steep and absorb the heat of the water. But she knew she would have company soon, Frank would be following his cock, looking for her. She allowed herself a little teasing through her meaty pussy lips before getting on to the business at hand.
She took up her waterproof electric razor, the one she swore was designed by a horny woman. The ergonomic design fit her vulva so well. After the hair was removed it was a nice way to finish off, if Frank wasn't around, or when the girls had been around.
Frank pulled the yellow thong from the line next, smiling at the memory of the material becoming see through when it got wet. Like last Tuesday, when he repeatedly lapped the gusset, driving her mad as she sat on the dining room table with her sundress up around her hips. 'That had led to a great fuck!' Frank thought as he remembered that he still had to tighten the legs on that table.
Annie made quick work of shaving her legs, it was only a touch up job really. She tended to shave more often recently. Then it was time for the fun stuff. She got up and sat on the edge of the tub, facing the open door, her legs spread wide. The act itself was exciting, the freedom to expose herself to an open door seemed so foreign after all the years of not having privacy.
