It was July, another Saturday afternoon and Mary Ann was washing dishes after an early family dinner. Donnie was drying. He was also ready to play...
"When does your husband get home, little woman?" Donnie said in a much deeper voice as he slid up close to Mary Ann.
Mary Ann knew the game and she played along.
"Shhh, he's here now," Mary Ann whispered, her body feeling the melting already taking place under his little touches and nibbles on her neck.
"Oh yeah? Where?" Donnie reached his left hand down Mary Ann's stomach to the button of her shorts.
Mary Ann continued to wash dishes, but had to lean into the edge of the countertop for balance now as he rocked into her. "Oh, around."
Donnie whispered huskily in her ear. "Your husband must not be taking proper care of you."
"He works too much," she whispered back. "He doesn't play with me enough."
He nibbled her earlobe. "Maybe you should take a lover to teach you a few new things."
Mary Ann first suppressed a giggle then let out a moan at his touch. "Mmm, I'd like that."
"You'll make hubby a happy man, adding a little variety to life." He spoke in that husky tone that came out more like a news reporter speaking than a romantic gigolo. But he also gave her his over the top sexy smirk before he let his hands explore down her side. "I must say, you have a really nice body."
"Thank you, sir." Mary Ann breathed, pausing from rinsing a plate to take in the sensations he was starting to elicit in her now.
"And your husband must love these," Donnie breathed into her ear as his hands came up and cupped her breasts over her t-shirt and bra.
Mary Ann moaned louder. "Oh, he does," she whispered, arching her back, making herself swell into his hands. Then she put down the sponge and turned to her lover and smiled. "I love you," she told him, "despite all your perverted and nasty little quirks."
"And I love you, too, dear." Donnie said as he took his wife into his arms and kissed her.
About that time the back door flew open and both their teenage boys came running in.
"Oh, yuck! It's not even dark yet! You two need to go to your room at least." James said as he and Brad ran on through the kitchen.
Busted!
Donnie and Mary Ann froze in their embrace, looked at one another, then almost spit in one another's face, bursting out with laughter.
"One of these days it will be just us and we can even wash dishes naked." Donnie said as he ducked and pecked Mary Ann on the lips for one more short kiss.
"Yea, then it will probably be Katie sneaking up on us or one of the neighbors peeking in to catch us in our au naturel."
"Well, your best friend Katie we know we wouldn't embarrass one iota. She'd just likely have a seat there at the table and tell us to continue on with the show while she gabbed away the whole time." Donnie chided and held her at the waist, pressing his pelvis to hers.
"Likely, but you know we'll both miss our babies." Mary Ann replied. "At least I know I'll miss my babies."
"I'm sure you will, 'Mom'. Even with James leaving for college in the fall you'll still have plenty of time left to spoil Brad before he leaves the nest."
"I don't spoil anyone." Mary Ann countered and shoved Donnie away. "If anything I have spoiled you all these years."
"Yea, yea, I know, I've heard the story before." Donnie leaned back against the kitchen counter and now made his voice rise to try and imitate his wife's. " 'I have trained Donnie for twenty years now. I have him just about where I want him.' Yeah, I've heard that mantra more than a few times."
"You conveniently forgot the best part of that whole story." Mary Ann turned and faced her husband, hands on hips and now imitated Donnie trying to imitate her with a squeaky version of her voice. " 'And I've spent too much time and effort on this model to even think about trying to break in a new one.' "
"Ha, ha, ha." Donnie mocked a laugh. "Very funny indeed."
Mary Ann smashed the soapy sponge over his nose and turned back toward the sink to continue washing.
"Why you..." He wiped his face with the dishtowel before he rolled it up length-wise, took a step back, and snapped it at her rear end.
"Oh Dad, stop acting like a kid." James said as he walked back into the kitchen, went to the freezer, and pulled out a fudgesicle.
Busted again!
"What did you say?" Donnie asked, a little embarrassed, wondering just how much his eldest had heard.
"You try to act like a teenager too often, Dad. Act old like you're supposed to." He spoke as he ripped the wrapper off his dessert then chucked it in the trash. "I'm going to Cassie's for awhile, see you later." And he walked back out.
Donnie looked at Mary Ann, who acknowledged his embarrassment by raising her eyebrows.
"If he only knew what we were really talking about!" Donnie curled, and then bit his lip. "Actually, what were we just talking about?"
"Finish drying and shut up."
"You are such a tease." He said as he wound up the damp dishtowel and snapped it at her once more...
A few minutes later Brad left to go play ball with his buddies.
Since both boys were gone and Mary Ann was still tooling around in her kitchen Donnie figured he should be productive with the rest of his Saturday afternoon and get some work done outside. He needed to do a little work on her car anyway and both their cars could use a wash. So he got his butt up off his recliner.
"I'm going out to work on your car." He called over to Mary Ann as he walked through the kitchen and headed to the garage.
"Fine. Don't make too big a mess out there, my weekend mechanic stud." Mary Ann said just before her husband closed the door behind him.
As Mary Ann worked on taking inventory of her pantry to make her shopping list for Monday, her thoughts drifted. She thought about when they were first married. Back then, in their tiny little first floor apartment, it wasn't much of an effort to grab her husband and yank him back into the house and have the privacy for a little afternoon sexual romp. For the first time since she could remember, she and Donnie were all alone for a weekend afternoon with nothing they really had to do. James was out with Cassie and Brad was out playing ball with friends. Both boys might be occupied for awhile. Alone with Donnie, the fantasies of what she and her husband could do with that time raced through her head. Her body felt a sudden tingle.
But just the same, the boys could pop back in the door at any time, just like they had when Donnie was trying to get frisky with her earlier. Of course, even if they couldn't have sex in the living room, in the kitchen or wherever they pleased nowadays, she still could join her man and be close to him. So Mary Ann put down her pen and pad went out to join Donnie in the garage.
She opened the door and there was Donnie with his old red toolbox propped up on the fender of her SUV. He was bent over the front of the car peering into the engine. She noticed those favorite shorts of his were getting a bit tight in the backside. It was an old pair which had to be at least eight or ten years old. A combination of them shrinking after numerous washes and his putting on a couple pounds since he'd since turned forty made them almost beyond the point of being 'cute tight', they were more 'squeezing tight' now.
For some reason she had always liked to watch him work on their cars. For years now she thought it was very sexy to see him either bent over under the hood or laying on the ground under the car. The latter was most titillating as she could only see him from the waist down and she would just stand there and look at him with the naughtiest of thoughts. There was something about him working in the garage that got her aroused thinking of him being a manly man.
As she stood there Mary Ann daydreamed about the unrestrained passion the two of them used to share. That all seemed like so many years ago. And although she knew one or both of the boys could come back home any time, there wasn't anything wrong with a little innocent flirting.
"Guess James will be over at Cassie's for awhile." Mary Ann said, as she walked up behind Donnie as he rummaged through his tool box.
"Yep. Sure looks like he's more into that girl of his than his other real love, baseball, at least today." Donnie answered as he looked up with a wrench in his left hand.
"I suppose a girl's wiles can't keep a young man's attention twenty-four hours a day though." Her eyes averted to his backside as he bent back over the front of her car. She reached out and rubbed a finger up over his old shorts, her thumb slid up above the waistband and under his t-shirt.
The touch, the contact with his skin was electric.
Donnie felt it too and looked back just in time to see his wife's body shiver.
"You can't be cold." He said to her, lifting his head and wiping his grimy hands on a greasy blue rag.
"No." Mary Ann grinned and sucked in her lower lip.
"Then why did you shiver?"
"It wasn't a cold shiver, more like a sudden shock to my system." Mary Ann grinned more broadly and crooked her finger into a belt loop on his shorts. "Maybe I was just having a very happy thought."
"Mmmhmm," Donnie grunted as he turned and ducked back under the hood of the car. "Would you pass me that socket wrench sitting in the lid of the tool box?"
Mary Ann assumed he didn't get her insinuation as was usually the case with her subtle hints nowadays.
She found his tool and handed it to him. She then leaned in under the hood next to him.
"You're going to get dirty under here," he warned her.
