Chapter 1
Sam lay in bed staring at the ceiling. This was some Valentine's. Here he was a week after actual Valentines Day and this was the first opportunity he and his wife had for some alone time. The problem was he was alone, as in all by himself. The minutes crawled. How long was this going to take? Mindy started tucking the boys in at 9 o'clock. It was now 10:17 PM.
He sighed. "Shit. I better think of something or I'm going to fall asleep."
All he wanted was to have a little time so he could have sex with his wife. A short time where the only thing there was, the only thing that mattered, was her.
His thoughts wandered as he looked for something to get his mojo going. Fortunately his imagination was masterful at thinking dirty thoughts so he began to mentally run through some sexy standards. The morning news anchor chick? Nah. The super heroine in the tight black outfit? Nope. The hottie at the coffee shop? Not right now.
He looked over at the photo on the wall from their trip to Maine a few years ago. Mindy had looked fantastic in that summer dress! They had spent a long weekend, just the two of them, walking the rocky shore during the day, and fucking passionately at night. Being free of kids, even for brief periods, could do wonders to recharge their batters, to reconnect as a couple, and have sex like they did when they were dating. Sex was so very different when you didn't have little ears around.
Sam and Mindy's 14 year marriage was good and it produced two boys: Adam age 12 and Timothy age 9. Between the boys's busy sports schedules and their own work, chores and errands, sex was never high on the to-do list. There were simply too many things contending for time on their schedule.
Sex in the early years had been hot and passionate but now he realized they needed to spice things up, to do something to kick-start their libido for when they had the opportunity to be alone, be it to go out for a romantic dinner, or to pleasure one another. Now, one week after Valentines they were finally, hopefully, getting around to exchanging gifts, and hopefully having sex.
Mindy slipped into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. "You started without me?"
Sam looked over and smiled. She was wearing a thin pink cotton nightie that clung to her revealing the curve of her tits and a hint of her nipples. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders, the bangs short in the front.
It took him a moment to realize what she meant. His right hand was in his pajama pants holding his half-hard cock. He had been thinking of one late evening on the Maine trip when they were fooling around on their third story balcony. It was a perfect evening; their balcony was dark and a warm breeze carried a hint of ocean air. There were several people on the balcony below, a group of twenty-something's telling stories of college glories and office gossip. Sam had tuned them out; he had Mindy naked on the deck chair, legs spread with one thrown over each arm of the chair. He had worked her pussy with his tongue, mouth, and fingers until she had come. She had moaned loudly, causing the twenty-something's to abruptly stop talking. Clearly they had heard it and had stopped to listen. Mindy had immediately clamped both hands over her mouth with a look of embarrassment on her face. Sam had laughed silently, wishing wished those nights could last forever.
"Yea, I guess I did. I was thinking about Maine," he said with a smile, slipping his hand out of his pants.
She climbed into bed beside him. "Oh yes, Maine. Maybe we'll go back this year."
"You think? That would be great. This time though, we'll skip the beach and just order room service so we don't have to leave the bed."
"Really?" she said with a smirk. "You think you could handle that?"
"It's a challenge I am willing to take! I'll do groin exercises to prepare."
"OK, you work on that on your own time," she said. She rolled to her side of the bed and pulled a small box wrapped in red heart paper from the end table. It was a gift box, fancy, with a lid that was wrapped so that you could just lift it off without having to tear the paper.
"Ooh, nice," he smiled. "I love easy-access boxes."
"I know."
He opened the drawer of his end table and pulled out an envelope and a package that was clearly the size of a DVD. It was wrapped in simple red paper.
"Sam, we don't have time to watch the porn we have." She took the gift.
"Who says it is porn?" he asked innocently. "Ok, it's porn."
She opened the envelope first; it was a gift certificate to the manicure place downtown. She smiled at him and picked up the DVD.
"It's called 'Space Vixen Sorority'," he said as she began unwrapping. "It's a riveting drama about the injustice of being a hot vixen looking for cock at an outer space all-girl prep school. They are forced to wear schoolgirl uniforms that fit a little too tightly, and there is only one community shower for them to share. Whatever shall these vixens do without cocks around? We'll have to watch the whole thing to find out."
Her eyebrows rose and she looked at him skeptically.
'Well she didn't say no!' he thought with a chuckle.
She pulled the wrap off the DVD, it was actually titled 'Fluff & Fold Part 5: Rinse Cycle'. She looked curiously at the images on the back.
"I hope you like it. When I saw the picture on the back... yes, that one... where the blonde appears to be giving it to the brunette with a rather large strap-on, I couldn't help but get it. I put Space Vixens back on the shelf. Clearly there is some sort of injustice going on here too. Maybe the brunette ran out of detergent and asked the blonde for some, but the blonde feels she must drill her with a huge dildo before lending her some."
