It has become so routine over these last six or eight months for Pam be less dressed around the house that the guys haven't even taken notice. Mornings often find her in just panties and a tee, or just her night shirt - which is really just a big tee itself with some print or saying on it -, that they don't notice. I'm fine with that, I love seeing as much of her as often as I can. I can tell she's becoming more comfortable like this. It also helps that then there's no snickers or questions about her not being fully covered when mommy answers the door for the pizza guy.
I pretty much lost count of how many times we made love during and after Pam shared the details of her visit with her new GYN, but there wasn't much of the night left for sleeping, so we were running a little late this morning. I'm not complaining at all, she was still frisky this morning and a quickie topped off an astonishing night. I did my bit and got the boys both dressed, and they were having their favorites bowls of sugar disguised as cereal when she came out from her shower.
Neither Jackson or Tyler reacted as Pam entered the kitchen in a thin wife-beater and grabbed up the juice I had set out for her. She looked ravishing; they kept their eyes on the TV while scooping cereal and milk into their apparently famished gullets, dribbles of milk across the table and their chins.
Glancing at the clock on the microwave, Pam sighed. "Hey guys, finish up and go brush your teeth. It's about time for your ride, you don't want to be late."
The boys slurped down the rest of their cereal and scampered off to brush. Pam let her head drop to the counter-top. The view was magnificent from my vantage point.
"You okay?"
"Exhausted...in a very good way," she answered without looking up. Then she laughed. "We haven't spent a night like that since our honeymoon, and we got to sleep most of the following day."
I smiled, remembering vividly. "Seems I remember it differently. I think I recall it was more of the same, interrupted by a few naps."
She let a contented sigh out and straightened up, turning to me. "Yeah," she smiled. "But neither of us had to go to work that morning."
"There's that," I shrugged.
She finished her juice just as the guys came running back in and wrapped themselves around her legs, each squeaking "Love you, mommy!"
She wrapped her arms around them, answering, "I love you too. Oh, there's your ride!" she said seeing the van pull into our drive. "Get your bags and scoot," she urged.
They were out the door in a flash, laughing as they climbed in and got into their seats, Pam at the door waving to them. "Bye, have a good day!"
She turned back and closed the door as Thom backed the van out of the driveway with his human cargo.
Suddenly her eyes went wide. "Shit, their lunches!" she cried. Sitting on the counter were the two bags she had prepared the night before, as she always did. I had forgotten to put them in their packs.
"Babe, wait..." I began.
Pam dashed to the counter, grabbed the bags and was out the door before I could react, running down the drive waving her arm as she held the bags high above her and yelling for Thom to stop. He hit the brakes like he thought he was about to run over someone, but his eyes were on the crazed woman running toward him laughing and waving two lunch bags over her head. I'd made it to the porch by then and stood at the open door where I could see Thom's expression change as Pam came up to his window panting.
"Oh thanks," Pam said taking a breath and resting her free hand on the door sill. "Steve forgot to pack these," she smiled holding up the two bags. "Please make sure they get them, will ya?"
I was proudly sure that Thom was not looking Pam in the eyes, but rather down the front of her drooping t-shirt. She doesn't have really large breasts, but running down the driveway in a thin tee is an attention getter regardless, especially as her nipples didn't seem to have calmed since our fling this morning.
"Thanks, you're a sweetheart," I heard her say to him as she leaned in and dropped the lunches on the seat next to him, surely giving him a closer view of her awesome breasts.
He was grinning stupidly as he backed the car the rest of the way out of the driveway and into the street; I'm not certain he ever looked back or in the rearview mirror. He put it into drive and as he began to pull away, Pam raised an arm to wave bye and yelled 'thank you' to Thom. His grin became a smile, eyes as big as I have ever seen eyes except on cartoon wolves leering at a pretty morsel as Pam waved to them down the street.
