Honey, Can We Talk?
Four scary words. She had good reason to be afraid, but love as always conquers all. Shout out to my editor who is the best, the absolute best. His efforts make my swill somewhat legible. And thank you all for the kind comments and generous response to my efforts.
--,--'---{{@
I was feeling pretty good about my life before the whole thing started. I mean, I've got a beautiful home, and a great loving husband. I had a terrific workout that day, with two personal bests, and knew I looked smoking hot in the little surprise I'd picked up for my man, Bobby. I had a nice little buzz going, dinner warming in the oven, and was going to fuck my lucky hubby's brains out.
He showed up right on time, with a bouquet of roses in his hand. For no reason at all, just because he loved me. Proof positive we were on the same wavelength. I gave him a big kiss, trying to hide my grin. I had a bulky robe on, but for dessert, he was going to get to see the prize inside.
"Go in and change," I told him. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."
"Sounds great, Honey," he said, grinning. I could see him sniffing at the air. "What did you make?"
"We're having lasagna, veal Marsala, and linguini with clam sauce. Sounds yummy, don't it?"
I saw him hesitate. Damn. I hope he wasn't going to pull that crap about me cooking again. He knew it was Friday. I barely had time to get ready for him when he got home, never mind cook.
I watched. He was shaking his head, like I'd disappointed him. Oh, boo hoo. So I got carry out. I bet he'd feel guilty as shit if he knew the reason I couldn't cook, was because I'd bought that sexy little teddy for him at Vicky's. I almost didn't feel like letting him have his surprise.
When he came out for dinner, he was smiling again. I guess he was out of his little funk. I knew he liked Luigi's. If it was just me, I'd have picked that new Thai place, but as usual, I was thinking of him first.
After dinner, I sent him to the couch to relax, with a glass of wine. I threw away what was left, I couldn't have leftovers around, I'd sure as shit eat them in the middle of the night, and blow my diet all to hell and back. I tossed the Chinette, and wiped down the table. Voila! Five minutes and no trace of a mess.
He was watching the news, and I figured it was time for his surprise. Lucky bastard.
I slipped on my new strappy heels that matched the outfit, and checked my hair in the mirror. Beautiful, dahlink. I walked behind his chair, out of view, and stroked him softly across the shoulders. I put a little extra wiggle in my walk, as I entered his view, standing seductively in front of the TV. "I brought you something special for dessert, baby."
He smiled for me, although he looked a little weary. I'm not surprised. By the end of the week sometimes he's pretty fried. He works his ass off for us, and I was about to remind him how much I appreciated it.
I peeled back the robe, and exposed the emerald green outfit, lacy, and mostly transparent, the top barely covering the tits he loved so much, the pinched waist emphasizing the results of all that time in the gym. All for him. "You like?"
I got another sweet smile. Yes! And on top of everything else, this little outfit completed the set. One in every color. I could cater to his every whim.
I danced sexily for him, moving forward, my hands extended, palms up, fingers beckoning, calling him forward. He stood and I took him by the hand pulling him along behind me. In the bedroom I quickly pulled the quilt cover off, wouldn't want anything to happen to it, it was Amish, handmade, and a pain to wash. I put the towel down, laying it out carefully, so there'd be no folds or creases to provide him any discomfort. It only took me a minute or so to free myself from the torturous heels and climb in the bed, adjusting the pillow. I laid down, opening my legs, caressing my sleek inner thighs.
"All yours, baby. You deserve it. Come let Momma love you."
He took off his t-shirt and shorts, approaching the side of the bed. He knelt beside me, and I took his wonderful man-meat in my hand, rubbing it, stroking it, until he was ready. I laid back, and with a teasing giggle, unsnapped the little piece of cloth between my legs. "Come on, Mister Wonderful, heaven awaits."
I felt his powerful hands on my legs, as he maneuvered his way between them. I was excited. No KY needed. Not tonight. I wanted him, needed him. He rubbed the glistening purple head across my opening, then slipped it to me, with the ease of frequent practice, despite his size. I know there are women out there who either don't like sex, or think it's a way to control their husbands. Not me. Even when I wasn't in the mood, I'd never deny him. Never. We had sex more than any married couple I knew, at least four or five times a week. Sometimes twice in one night.
As he started stroking into me, I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, knowing I was his, and he was mine. Basking in the ability to give him this pleasure. I reached up and cupped my breasts, a subtle reminder of what he loved.
So good, the easy sliding motion, filling me, then retreating. "Mmmm," I purred, letting him know how much I loved what he was doing. After a few minutes I could feel his eagerness as he sped up. I smiled for him, giving a little wiggle of my hips, urging him onward.
He lifted my legs, pounding harder. I left them there for a while, letting him enjoy the different feeling, then slid them back down to the bed, spread wide, knees up, feet flat, in the position we both loved so much. Where I was completely available to him, so he could look down and see me, see my body, watch me respond.
He pushed in deep, and paused. "Hannah, Honey. You want on top for a while?" he asked.
I wonder why he even asked. We both knew this was what he wanted. I didn't need to be in control. This was our position. "Like this, baby. Do me right. Take me."
He started moving again, firm strokes, making my tits jiggle for him. I could almost see him smile. I had great tits. And they were his. His to suck, to fondle, to make dance as they were now.
I could feel it. Feel his need. I sensed I was pushing him over the edge. Five years together, and I knew everything about him. He was close. I opened my eyes a bit, peeking at him. He was grunting softly, his head back, eyes shut. His muscular chest was shining from his perspiration. This is what I did to him.
He groaned, shoving his cock deep inside of me, filling me, to the point of being a little uncomfortable, but I'd never let him know that. I suffered it gladly to bring him his pleasure. Several more grunts and I could feel that he was pumping me full of his warm seed. I'd read how some women could feel it spray inside. I only wish I could. What I
did
feel was the throbbing of his cock as he achieved that incredible extended release.
He pulled out of me, and I hurried over to get some paper towels to clean up. I passed him a few, then wiped myself. I grabbed a panty liner, and pulled on my night-time panties, making sure we kept the bed clean. No need to be uncomfortable in the night. I took the towel off the bed, and accepted the dirty paper towels from him. I didn't turn up my nose, or act prissy about it. The wetness didn't bother me. It was a symbol of his love for me.
I tossed the paper towels, washed my hands, and put the bath towel in the hamper. Then I laid down beside him, wearing only my panties, available to my man. I rolled onto my belly, to let him rub my back as he usually desired. I felt his hands on my flesh, and I trembled. He couldn't get enough of me. I couldn't blame him. I saw how men looked at me. But I was his, and only his.
- ( . Y . ) -
I was up at 5:30, less than seven hours sleep, but I didn't mind the lack of rest. It was the least I could do for him. Besides I'd probably have a nap later.
I took a quick shower, and donned my Saucony Ride 7s, the teal pair that matched my shorts. In the kitchen I packed a couple of Clif Shot Turbos, made sure my iPhone was fully charged and my playlist was ready. I had already picked up my packet from Run On! and was out of the door by 6:05. I met Marian and Lisa at the mall, and we drove together to the race. We were all Half-Fanatics. This would be my 20th Half Marathon in less than 9 months. It would make me a Mars. Next year I planned to go all out, getting in at least one a week. I loved the way it made me feel, to complete 13.1 miles, never stopping to walk, not once.
It was a great day. I was only seven seconds off my personal best of two hours, two minutes, and 44 seconds. In spite of windy weather and rolling hills. I could barely wait to get home to tell my man. He'd be so damn proud of me.
We took a few group pictures with the other Half-Fans present, and then a sexy shot of just the three of us girls. It was funny how many men would pull out their own cameras for a pic of the hottest runners in the race. We even posed with a few of the guys, to make their day.
After the run we were starving, so when we got to the mall we stopped in at Souper!Salad where we could stuff ourselves on healthy food. Then I hopped in my adorable Cooper Mini convertible with its custom coral paint job, shining like the inside of a sea shell. Since I was passing Auto Wash, I dug out my annual Wash-Pass. I was allowed unlimited washes for the year, so I might as well take advantage of it. I loved the fact that they had free Starbuck's coffee while I waited, and I could use their free Internet. I uploaded our race pictures to Facebook, and 'liked' Marian's, since she had beat me to it. I tried to look up my official time, but the results weren't in yet. While I was online I got a message about a run the following month. It was for fallen policemen and firemen. I loved running for a good cause, and signed up. It was only $110, and I didn't have anything scheduled that weekend.
I arrived home a little before noon, riding high, but thoroughly exhausted. I was stripping off my clothing even before I was through the door. If Eddie next door was out and about, he might even have caught a little side-boob. I hoped his heart could handle it. I was naked by the time I caught my husband coming in from the backyard. I could smell the fresh grass. The sweetie had been mowing, keeping our lawn as beautiful as I kept the house. We were a well oiled team.
