Andy woke early, before dawn. He stretched in bed, careful not to disturb Crystal. Despite his caution, he still managed to slip the blanket down enough to where it finished rolling off her shoulder after he stopped moving.
Ahh. Look there. Cupped in her elbow, one of Crystal's breasts pointed at him. He took his time, blinking, watching her nipple crinkle up under the cool breeze from the fan on their dresser.
He was hard before he woke, and it turned into a sweet ache as he stared. Aching, tempered by an urgent need to urinate. He glanced down, and saw the tent he was making in the blanket.
Last night had been Date Night, that's why they were naked. Usually, they both slept in pajamas, but they'd gotten frisky after their standard dinner and a movie. Not all date nights ended that way, but enough to keep everyone smiling. Hard to keep up with things like that when you're in your forties... But they tried.
His gaze roamed up, seeing her sleeping face. Slack jawed, breathing through her mouth, lipstick smeared half away, and eyeshadow still on... They'd really blown each other out, falling dead asleep right after their unusually furious lovemaking. Crystal was usually very fastidious about removing her makeup and going through her skin care routine before bed.
He'd rushed her, not wanting to lose the thread of fire she'd ignited in him, and herself. On an inspired whim, she'd thumbed down the straps of the little black dress she'd been wearing at the stoplight to the turn into their residential area. Like she'd done once or twice before, back before they were married.
The sight of her bare breasts illuminated by the dashboard lights had flustered Andy, made him think of those long-lost days. Before the kid, before the mortgage, before... Well. Their life had interfered with their love.
Maybe she'd meant to remind him. They were on their own now. Debbie had graduated last May, and was off to college now. Almost a year of the two of them rattling around this house, so empty and quiet now. She'd popped by for a visit last month, after her first year of college, and had informed her parents she was going to spend the summer with her new girlfriend. Lia. A pretty little redhead. They'd slept in the same bed during her visit.
That had been a tiny shock. Andy had thought she was completely boy crazy back in high school. He'd made several jokes about answering the door with a shotgun on the nights she went out... Y'know. Over protective dad stuff. So, when she'd arrived with Lia, it made both parents raise eyebrows.
Only for a second. Crystal fancied herself an Ally. Like that, with a capital letter. She'd given to charities, wore a rainbow pin in June... He'd had to deflect some crap from their neighbor, Ned, about her 'wokeness.' Fuck Ned, He was slightly older than Andy and Crystal, and had somehow inherited some fifties-era sensibilities from his dad. No wonder he'd never married.
There, that little flash of irritation chased away the last little bit of sleep fog from Andy's brain. No sense trying to roll over and get another half hour of sleep in. And if he was up, well, he hardly wanted to face the day without his loving wife by his side.
He brushed back her tousled blonde hair, uncovered an ear. She closed her mouth and smiled sleepily. Her eyes opened a sliver, just in time to see her dear husband duck his head.
"Oh," she moaned. "Mmm. Didn't get enough of those last night?" Gently, teasing.
His hand took over, pulling and squeezing her nipple as his lips lifted from it to reply. "Never enough. Good morning, baby."
Crystal took the arm that was cradling her breast and lifted it straight up, arching her back and twining her legs in a stretch. "Good morning, back." She brought her arm down and draped it across his shoulder.
His hand wandered southward from her breast. She shook her head at him. "It's a mess down there. Didn't even wipe." She'd noticed when she'd stretched, a still-liquid core around a crusty and sticky edge. How long had it been since she'd marinated in him overnight? A decade, at least.
His hand became still on her belly. "Mm. Shower first?"
"Definitely. And... At least some mouthwash." He winced, he hadn't commented on her breath, because she hadn't commented on his. But both were definitely thinking the same thought, there.
Still, they shared a split second, closed mouth kiss before they rolled opposite directions to get out of bed.
***
Despite some flirtatious comments back and forth in the bathroom, nothing happened. Rumbling stomachs and caffeine cravings kicked in, and they left the bedroom for the kitchen.
"So, anything planned for the day?" Andy asked.
"Nope. Lazy Sunday..." She sighed. "Oh. Well, I was thinking I could get in some jogging, actually."
He nodded, dipping his toast in his coffee, leaving a thin film of butter on its surface. "Yardwork, for me. After that, though, my schedule's clear." He wiggled an eyebrow at her.
She guessed his maneuvers this morning were more than just friendly flirtings, after all. But mornings were for optimists. After mowing and edging and whatever else he thought he had to do to neaten up the yard, he'd complain about his back. Sunday sex was probably not happening, despite that eyebrow. Best to leave it open anyway, just in case. "Mine too... Afternoon delight, then?"
He chuckled, and drank off the butter scum on his coffee. She loosened the tie on her robe, giving her tits a little room to breathe. He ogled them appreciatively.
On a whim, perhaps on the same mischievous wavelength that had led to last night's athletic display, she let the silk fall from her shoulders when she reached for the jelly. Bare to the waist, she blushed when his ogling turned to leering.
"You never get used to seeing them, do you?" She smiled at him.
"No..." He shook his head, still drooling. "One of the wonders of the world, right there. Two of them, I mean."
She continued to blush, and cupped them, hefting their weight. They were alright, she guessed. Gravity had tugged the nipples down, but they didn't point at the floor yet. They'd practically doubled in size during her pregnancy, miraculously without stretch marks. Debbie had chewed up the tips a bit, making them thicker and darker before she'd had to wean the girl... They were too sensitive for her to breastfeed. She'd made herself cum, more than once, just pumping herself for bottles.
Andy had an idea, a rare thing this early in the morning. "Crys... Why don't we... I mean. After our chores. Just be nudists for the day?"
Her fading blush surged again. Oh, yes, was her first thought. Both bare to the breeze, feeling textures in sensitive places, feeling his eyes on her every time she moved. Yes, yes, and more yes. "A delightful idea," she sighed. "I'm in." Sunday sex was back on the table. So to speak. They'd never done it on the table. Maybe they could, today.
Her mind whirling with the idea and her pussy tingling with anticipation, Crystal left her robe in the chair when she got up. Andy dropped his boxers, right there on the tile, and she could see how much it excited him, too. Rinsing out their coffee mugs led to some light caresses and some soft kisses... But responsibility won out, that and the fact that they enjoyed a good, long tease. They dressed, him in jeans and a T-shirt, her in a sports bra and tight shorts.
She headed out the front door, and he headed out the back into a bright dawn, full of hopeful pinks and oranges.
***
The backyard, Andy thought, was just fine. He'd mowed, but he was going to ignore the few uneven blades that crowded the big shade tree. He actively flipped off the three dandelions that blinked bright yellow at him in the crisp light. Damn things ignored all weed killers, he had to dig them up by hand, and that was sure to get his back into a sorry state. They could have their little frolic in his yard, for now.
He couldn't remember the last time his dick had been hard while mowing. Thoughts of Crystal, lounging nude on their couch, bringing him tea to his easy chair... His mind wasn't on his work, and he was prepared to just call the whole yard good for the week, he'd catch up next weekend.
On the other hand, she'd be out jogging for at least another half an hour. He had nothing better to do until she got back. So he wheeled the mower over to the side gate.
The front yard needed a trim, for sure. The park across the street had given him a serious case of lawn envy when they moved in, twenty years back. The golf course level of maintenance the city supplied to the park left it lush and green and closely trimmed every day of the year... He'd had to work to get it all caught up. But, he'd managed it, and his yard was the jewel of the block.
He scanned the park now, looking to find his wife. Ah, there she was. Crystal was on the jogging path, looked like he'd been a minute or so late to catch her on her closest approach to the house, her butt flexed and jiggled as she jogged away from him.
Hot pink sports bra, neon green shorts, and that streamer of blonde hair. She'd draw eyes, for sure, if the place wasn't deserted. Well, the eye-catching colors, and her stunning figure.
He sighed with longing, adjusted himself in his jeans again, and turned back to the mower. Just a quick little run with this, no need to edge or pull the lone dandelion up front. He'd park the machine back in his shed, and fetch her a glass of iced tea, and sit out on the porch swing to wait for her.
She'd greet him with a kiss and that wicked smile of hers. She'd be slick, shiny with sweat. He'd kiss away the droplets, breathing her in, tasing salty skin. She'd sit on his lap, and feel his length against her. She'd gasp, and look over her shoulders at the empty park, the still yards on the block. With a tremor in her voice, she'd ask him if they wanted to start being nudists now, eager fingers plucking at her bra.
Fuck. He was mowing all kinds of crooked. The thought of her tits out on the front porch made his cock like iron in his jeans, he was walking with a limp. He discreetly pulled himself up out of his left leg and lined the erection up with his zipper. Better, now he could walk straight, at least. Hopefully his shirt hid the bit that poked out the top of his jeans.
She lifted a hand as she neared the house, all of her bits in motion. He waved back, and she flashed a smile at him. Her hand made a quick signal... Three more laps. Good, he'd be done by then. He'd be waiting, in the swing. He gave her a thumbs up, and kept his feet moving.
