An unfamiliar breeze sent a chill over my shoulders. My sleeping mask had slipped just a bit during the night. A blinding flash from the sun found its mark and I was fully awake by that singular ray of light from ninety-three-million miles. "What the fuck?" were the first conscience words to break through the silence of the day I will never, in a million years forget.
I reached for my wife of twenty-one years only to find a wrinkled bed sheet in place of a forty-three-year-old hard-body. Removing the mask and tossing it to the floor next to the bed, I got the distinct feeling I was alone.
Last night had been a rough one. Our plane arrived very late because of bad weather in a hub city that had little to do with our flight; except for the pilot and the crew. So, when we arrived in Cancun, we, my wife Jess and I, were caught without the courtesy bus transportation to our hotel.
My name is Stan by the way, and I was the coach of our small-town varsity football team. It had been a dream of both of us that when the kids left the house for college, we would take a proper vacation. Somewhere along the line I discovered that if I wanted to feed my family, coaching football was not the answer. I stumbled into an accounting firm that was going to close down due to death of the long-time owner. I had the backup plan and college credits, rounded up the money and there I was. Spending my days and nights telling people how to spend their money. These were families that I coached their kids and have known for twenty years.
Anyway, while I fretted about, worried that we would be found on the road dead, my wife flitted around like a hummingbird looking for a flower to pollinate. You see we had a game plan in mind, and it didn't include sitting on our asses drinking and cooking in the sun. The fun we had in mind was that of the carnal kind.
Let's take this back a notch and get everyone up to speed. There's a lot more to this than hummingbirds.
When I got out of college, I had a wife and... count'em ... two kids; a girl and a boy. One thing I didn't have was a job. So, I joined the military. At first and even second glance that was not a bad idea. I was an officer and had all the perks that came with that job. Thanks to a dedication to my country, ROTC and a need to kick some ass.
Just for your information, ROTC guys like me, must work twice as hard to get the respect of his men and women, no matter how few there were in the area of responsibility. But it was a great life-learning experience. The only problem I had was after about two years (one year, three hundred forty-one days) in Uncle's charge, I fell trying to show how good I was to my troops and broke my back. It turned out okay, but I was of no use to the military after that. No use to a lot of people, but that's another story.
About five years ago, or a little less, my wife and I attended a party. This was not the normal party we thought it was. As time was ticking by, we noticed that people were disappearing from the crowd. My wife had fended off several advances by handsy men. Then we noticed those that were still in the room were dancing, but not with their wives. There was some hanky and panky going on.
My wife made the discovery first and then I couldn't help but agree with her suspicions. She grabbed my arm by the elbow and quickly escorted my nosey ass out to our car.
I hadn't even put the car in gear when she started. "How could you take me to a party like that?" And "what kind of people do you work with? You stupid son of a bitch!"
Before I could get her to calm down, she had called me every name in the book and a few, as a former sailor, I hadn't heard. The best part was the fact she finally shut the fuck up and let me drive home in peace. Somehow, I had this burning suspicion it was not going to last.
The garage door was just about closed when she was in the house and headed to the shower, cussing, and complaining all the way.
How did I feel about this turn of events? To be frank, I kind of got a kick out what was going on. I don't mean I was happy with all the yelling and name calling. Mainly because I had no idea what was going on, or did I really care. I got an eye full at the party, and I kind of liked it. Who am I to say how some people live their lives. Certainly not me. I was having trouble enough on my own.
Very tired from that night's events, I decided against taking another shower tonight. She's going to change the sheets tomorrow anyway...so what if I stink a little. It's not like we're going to leave a wet spot tonight.
I laid in the bed, naked for what turned into a lot longer than I thought without my wife. "Are you going to shower tonight?" She yelled from the bathroom.
"No, Go ahead .... take your time." I shouted back at her, hoping I would wake up both of our kids. She could be mad at them for a while.
Again, I was a little concerned about how much time she was taking in the shower. She finally came into the bedroom, and I watched her slip into the bed next to me. "Have you calmed down now?" I asked, reaching for a hug her before sleep. I noticed something strange about her. There is a feeling a husband gets when he touches his wife's body. Tonight, her flesh felt different. Her voice was somehow strained. There is an aura that after fifteen years was somehow different tonight.
"Would you just leave me alone and let me sleep?"
"Nope.... what are you hiding?" It was at that moment, the palm of my hand crossed over her pelvis, and I was suddenly grinning like a mouse that stole the cheese. "You're wet!"
"I just got out of the shower you dope!" Her voice was beginning to give off that, 'you son of a bitch', vibe again.
She tried to roll away and I pulled her back to me with a determined, yet no nonsense yank of her body. "You, my sneaky little bundle of joy .... are turned on. I bet you got yourself off in the shower."
"Oh, fuck you, Stan!"
And with those words I slipped not one, as would be normal, before a fun night, but two fingers into that tight little garden of hers. "You got turned on at that party.... didn't you?" Just as she was about to tell her lie, my thumb touched her button and she plead the fifth amendment.
She buried her face in my shoulder, and that's all it took. I was suddenly feeling all my blood race to the nether reaches of my body and with one glorious twist, we were united in a game of "who can get to the top first". I won that race, but it didn't take long for my finger and tongue to finish her off.
Yes, I don't mind the taste of my own cum. This woman gives the best head in two hemispheres, so if I want to feel that incredible rush, I can take it when it presents itself.
It took a few deep breaths for us to calm down and take in what had just happened. When we did, she was drying my face with her hand and grinning from ear to ear. "That was different." She has a knack for stating the obvious. Then came the kissing and the grinning, the I love you, and of course the inevitable, "we have to get up early tomorrow". But I wasn't about to let this slip away.
