Tuesday mornings tended to be slow around our home, since I didn't have office hours or classes until the afternoon. I woke up spooning my wife, who fit deliciously into every nook and cranny of me like she was made for it. Her head rested on my right arm, my left over her with a palm full of luscious boob. I could have stayed there forever, but my brain was catching up to the present. Also with the fact that said boob was definitely feeling larger.
Was her period incoming? Might explain some of what had been going on, but if so I'd want to enjoy this week then go make sure we were stocked on Midol.
She seemed to sense that I was awake... and up, morning wood being what it was. She didn't seem to mind, wiggling a bit to tease me before inviting me to join her for a shower. I had literally never in our relationship refused THAT kind of request, and even though we eventually got each other clean at least half of the time was spent flirting mercilessly with each other.
Eventually, though, the day did have to continue. We both got dressed (gazing hungrily at each other), ate breakfast (gazing hungrily at the pancakes), and got to work on all the domestic household things that kept the home happy. In my case, that was dishes and vacuuming. She seemed to find a million excuses to be next to me, rubbing against me all she could.
When eventually I had to leave for work, I was glad the commute time gave me some breathing room to get my raging hormones back under control. She'd planted an absolutely sizzling kiss on my way out, one that had very little to do with restraint and everything to do with intent.
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I again got there with some time to spare. This time, though, after getting set up I pulled out my printout from the previous day and started studying. With dedication.
I checked off the seven points I had found over the past couple of days, trying to map out which other spots would be easiest for me to find from there the next time I got her naked on our bed. I figured I would have a day or two to get them set in my mind, given that we had just gone two for two and we were not as young as we used to be. I was feeling sore around the waist, back, and shoulders from the physical efforts alone even now, requiring some stretching as my Intro class shuffled in. Flip side, given that kiss, I might not be skipping a day this time around.
It went easier than the day prior. In part, this was due to the class itself being easier (really, explaining pieces of a motherboard was second nature by now). It was also likely because I wasn't frantically searching for theoreticals. I had my notes, I just had to learn them better.
A slight role reversal given some of the grades I handed out that class, I know, but still.
In any case, the day went fast. My classes might have all been afternoon, but there were three of them with no real rest between. Nobody ever wanted to teach the 101 courses, so being willing, I got all of them. I had a lot of grading to do given my recent absence, though my secret weapon at home was always my wife, willing to help look over things in order to try to keep her old skills sharp.
At least, that's what I thought I would be doing up until I opened our door again.
The place was absolutely sparkling. It looked like something that belonged on the cover of a home magazine, after a dozen people spent a week staging it. No boxes were visible anymore, they were all unpacked. The shelves were loaded with our books, the entertainment stand set up, the wife nude on the couch, the smell of another wonderful meal in the air...
Wait, back that up one.
She stood, slowly, and stretched out. Arms up in the air, full body on display. She looked taller, some of that extra padding less apparent than usual, as I stood there staring at her. She definitely didn't lose anything where it counted, though, her hips swung slightly and her breasts swayed hypnotically as she practically flowed over to me. She reached out to me, literally grabbed me by the tie to pull me close, and whispered "Dinner can wait. So can the bedroom. You are having sex with me on that couch, right now."
I could smell her desire in the air as she dragged me over, and by the time she had methodically removed every piece of clothing on me, I was harder than I could ever remember being in my life. Her lips, looking fuller, quirked up into a smile. She was on her knees, her breasts wrapped around my shaft and slowly pumping me, feeling like heaven itself. I was about to burst right there when she stopped, got up onto the couch and spread her legs for me. Some things were clearer than words, and I was happy to oblige. I took one step forward, leaned in, and speared into her without resistance. She was more than ready for me, she was eager, and the gasp that came from her lips was shaded with relief that she no longer had to wait.
For my part, I couldn't resist adding to it. As I slowly made love to my wife, my hands found the points at the middle of her back and up by her shoulders. When she leaned back into them, I transitioned to the ones under her noticeably fuller breasts. Then, I went further. There was a pair to the sides, under her ribcage. They were not quite where I thought they would be, but I knew what to look for and felt them. She felt me find them, too, clenching down on me as I began to rub into them, and orgasming explosively when I triggered them.
Let me tell you, the feeling of a woman orgasming that strongly while you are in her is absolutely incredible. I managed to hold on, barely, and only because it was the third day in a row we had done this. She somehow found leverage and practically dove onto me without pulling me out, landing on top of me on the carpet. My hands were all over her, but settled again on one point on the back of her skull, right where the very top of her spine connected. This one was deeper, harder to find, but eventually I did. She knew what I was doing, and was trying to move in helpful ways that eventually let me reach it. With one final thrust into her, I pressed hard onto the pressure point as well, and joined her in another explosive orgasm on the living room floor.
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I woke up there and glanced at the clock. About 30 minutes had passed, I had a blanket on me keeping me warm, and I could hear the sounds of Lucy moving around the kitchen with a sense of industry. I stood up, looking for my clothes, and found pajamas next to me.
Next to
them
was my briefcase, open, with the papers stacked much more neatly than I had ever had them in my life. I could see the numbers written on them as well. There were tick marks next to a couple of questions on that top page. Somehow, Lucy had gotten going, covered me with a blanket, laid out clothes, organized my papers, graded three classes worth of assignments, AND was already back in the kitchen preparing things. In thirty minutes. After having sex so good it literally knocked me unconscious.
I'm not sure how she did it, but I knew more than ever that I was lucky to have gotten her.
I pulled on the silky pajamas she had laid out for me, walking a bit slower than usual over to the kitchen. I saw her there, wearing panties, a bra, and nothing else. Had to pause a moment to admire the view, but she seemed to hear me and turned around to look. The view from the front was just as good as the one from the back. She spoke up first. "Oh, honey, good, you woke up! I was afraid you'd miss dinner after all of that. Took care of the papers, hope you don't mind, but I didn't want you to be frantic in the morning if you slept all night..."
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, love!" She was acting like she was afraid I'd be upset. After all that had happened in the last hour or so, I don't think I was capable of a negative emotion right then. "Everything was perfect, I glanced at a few of them and didn't see anything wrong. I've also never been that organized, ever, so that will make tomorrow easier." My stomach decided to ruin the moment by rumbling, loudly. Something about it being later than we usually ate, combined with using a lot of energy recently. Ahem.
She heard, apparently. "Go! Sit down, I'll bring out the plates!" I must have still been slightly dazed as I complied, by the time I had fully sat she was setting the laden dishes down. Steak and mashed potatoes, something we've had many a time before but it never gets old. This time, though, there was no doubt as to the extra effort that had gone into it. They were seasoned perfectly, right on medium rare, served up steakhouse style with mushrooms and onions, and even the potatoes were loaded up.
"What's the occasion? You usually bring out the big guns like this for our anniversary, and I know that's almost a month out."
"Just felt like it! I've been so
motivated
today, getting things done non-stop like I was back in the body of a cheerleader on the high school team."
I looked at her again. Well, admired is probably more of the word, since she was still wearing nothing but her underthings and sensuously eating the steak. Filling out her cups, too, skin smooth and toned. "Seriously, you look it."
"I hope you still feel that way tomorrow," she said, adjusting her lacy bra strap. I noticed as the left boob bounced a bit that it seemed to be overflowing a bit as well. "My clothes aren't seeming to fit me quite right today, and I realized that I haven't gotten new ones in a while. Planning to take a trip out to get some new ones while you're at the college tomorrow."
"Tell you what, I only have two conditions."
"Oh?" Her eyebrows raised up a bit.
