The reddish tendrils in the sky were just beginning to fade into twilight as Miriam and I drifted out of our nap. She grinned at me before our eyes were fully open, and leaned in to softly caress my face with her lips. She gave me a long, gentle romantic kiss and softly scratched my back and bottom, bringing up gooseflesh wherever she touched.
"Phew! You smell like sex," she chuckled.
I nodded, softly kissed her again, and ran my fingers through her hair. "So do you." I kissed her again. "Want to take a shower?"
She nodded, then, with a mischievous smile, pressed my bare breasts together and blew a loud raspberry into my cleavage. She bounded out of my bed and heAaded for the bathroom. I got there right behind her and gave her a playful slap on her muscular ass as she leaned in to start the shower.
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Twenty minutes later, we sat quietly together in the kitchen. Despite the warmth, I shivered a bit and pulled my robe a little tighter around myself, grinning at her a bit like the cat who had finally gotten the canary. Taking a sip from her steaming mug of cocoa, Miriam lightly caressed the back of my hand with a soft smile, looking small in my husband's bathrobe.
Her face suddenly curious, she asked, "How do I get to be so lucky I wind up with you?" I gave her a questioning look, and she explained. "You know. The married straight girl."
I giggled. "Wait, you're straight too. I've seen the boyfriend who picks you up after work sometimes."
She laughed. "You mean the bi-girl-tolerant boyfriend?" She shrugged. "He's cool about it, but I haven't had any adventures to tell him about in a few years." She glanced shyly at me. "May I tell him about you?"
I paused, then grinned back at her. "My husband knows I had a few, umm, adventures in college. And a couple of sweet reunion weekends with an ex a few years after we were married. Actually, he got a very hot Robin in his bed after those."
She nodded sagely, then broke into a huge smile. "I'm glad we finally got this time. We've been circling each other for years. I'm not sure I knew for sure until I saw the story you were writing."
I mirrored her smile. "Unrequited lust," I agreed. "I"m hoping we can requite frequently, now that we know. I'll check with Jim, but he's been supportive of my wants in the past."
Her tummy suddenly growled. "What can I make you for dinner?" I murmured.
She smiled, winked at me. "I only care about what's for dessert." She leaned in and softly brushed some still-damp curls away from my cheek. She playfully tugged my ear, bringing my lips to hers.
"Actually, I should make you dinner; you're still hobbling around on that sprain."
"I was just going to put a frozen dinner in the microwave. I have all kinds."