Be warned! Nobody cheats, turns gay, or gets beat up. It's just a harmless bit of fluff.
I'm not gonna tell you how I came up with this.
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"Honey, will you help me defrost the freezer?"
Damn, damn, damn. I hated that fucking freezer, I always had. I was just sitting down to check on Literotica, hoping for a new story by StangStar06, DG Hear, Just Plain Bob, Magmaman, DanielQSteel1, Rehnquist, or any of the many other excellent writers on the site. But no, instead of stories of beautiful, big breasted women with huge trust funds being seduced by average guys or studly super rich lawyers/writers/ musicians/business magnates, wooing Plain Janes who turn out to be, behind those thick glasses and frumpy clothes, you guessed it, both beautiful and big breasted, I get to spend two hours with my head in a huge chest freezer chipping ice. Whoopee.
I had to help her, though. My wife is only 5'4" and has to stand on a step stool to reach into the bottom. I know, because one Saturday I came home from a round of golf to find her bent over trying to get a particularly stubborn chunk of ice out. Having had a beer or twelve, it didn't occur to me that with her head in the freezer she didn't hear me coming. The sight of her cute round butt sticking up in the air was too much for me, so I goosed it and yelled "Hi, honey, I'm home!". Bad mistake. She screamed, lost her balance, and tumbled into the freezer, managing to get soaked in freezing water.
Beer has always affected my sense of humor, and the sight of her sitting inside with just her head in view was , to me, hilarious. She didn't think it was nearly as funny as I did. Let's just say the freezer thawed out long before she did.
Sighing, I turned off the computer and went to get the coolers and buckets I would need to hold the frozen food while we cleaned the freezer.
Several times I had tried to get her to replace it. It was 26 years old and we had gotten good use out of it. My wife had an emotional attachment to it because it was the first new appliance we had purchased together. We lived in a rural area with a large garden space. She was from town and had no idea how to raise things. I was raised on a farm so I knew what I was getting into. She learned quickly, and to this day we always have a large garden. That's when she decided we needed a freezer, so we could save the beans, corn, etc. for winter eating and save on our food bills.
We were going to use our income tax refund, and while we waited for it she did her research. She felt we should get an upright, for economical use of space and ease of finding things. I basically didn't give a rat's ass but went along with what she wanted. She already had it picked out at Lowe's. The check came on Wednesday, so Saturday morning we were in our truck headed to town. She showed it to me and I made appropriate approving noises and got out the checkbook.
"Not yet, honey. Let's go have lunch first. I'm in the mood for Chinese."
Her favorite Chinese restaurant was all the way across town.
"If we were going for lunch, why didn't we go there first."
"Because, honey. I wanted you to see it first."
"Why, will it look any different in two hours?"
She just mumbled something about me in particular and men in general, and told me to get in the truck.
Halfway between Lowes and the restaurant was a Sears. This was before Sears relocated to the malls and still had stand alone stores. There was a big sign up front announcing all major appliances were 25% off.
"Stop honey, stop, stop! We might get a better deal."
I pulled in. We looked at the appliances, only difference I could see was the name on the front. Sandy and the salesman were deep into a discussion about cubic feet and basket space when I got bored and wandered over to the tools.
Fifteen minutes later she was waving me over.
"This is it, this is the one I want. Write the check, honey."
The one she wanted wasn't an upright. It was huge, a 24 cubic foot chest monster. Literally, it was big enough to hide the body in. That salesman was good, he could probably sell thermal underwear to Polynesians.
"I thought you wanted an upright? This is awful big, are you sure?"
She was almost dancing, I've never seen anyone get so excited about appliances.
So we bought the monster and I hauled it home. And I moved it twice more, ending up in the sewing room of our new house because we couldn't find anywhere else it would fit. Believe me, old appliances are a lot heavier than the new ones are. But I had no complaints, it had served us well.
Our last child had left the nest two years ago for a career in the military. Luckily he was never in harms way, they were sending him to school to be a dentist. That obligated him for ten years of service, but the education was worth it.
I thought being empty nesters would be hard on her, both of us actually. Surprisingly it wasn't. She came into the marriage with two small children and then we had more, so we never got to have the pre-children alone time most couples get before starting a family. She decided to make up for it with a vengeance.
First to go were the ratty robes and the granny panties. Short, silk kimonos were now the norm. Bikini, thong, and boy shorts in bright colors replaced plain white full cuts. Soon the kimonos went, and the weekend norm was just panties, sometimes not even that. When she dressed, the cargo shorts went, replaced by not quite Daisy Dukes. Tops were usually 'wife beater' tees in bright colors.
Did we make love more often? Damn skippy. And we hardly used our bed. The couch, the dining room table, the pool table in the rec room, all the other beds in the house, an air mattress in the back yard, even the wicker settee on the front porch{in the dark off course, although it was a full moon]. Did we slow down over time? A little, I thought she was going to kill me. It did make me get in better shape. We joined a gym and found we enjoyed it. She liked the ellipticals, I went into weight training. I developed a nice set of shoulders and a firm chest, the elliptical made her tight butt even firmer.
She turned into a bit of a tease. On the days I didn't lift weights, I would walk on the treadmills, it seemed elliptical machines messed with my balance. The treadmills were lined up directly behind the ellipticals, and she made sure she would use the one directly in front of me. I soon found that standard underwear under those tight exercise pants were thongs. After we would get going, she would look back, giggle, and slide her pants down far enough to see her thong. She didn't realize it, and I never told her, but not only could I see it, but the people on the the treadmills to either side of me could see the same sight. Soon guys would watch what machine I got on and scramble to get the ones beside me.
When the furniture got christened we started on the appliances. Ever made love with your wife sitting on a washing machine during the spin cycle? Try it. Not so much on the dryer. But the freezer was exactly the right height. No vibrations, but perfect penetration angle.
In the past we would normally have to defrost about once every two years, but for the last year it was every three months. I checked it over pretty good, and found a large crack in to top liner. Water was getting under the liner and freezing, making the lid very heavy. We would have to unplug it and put a fan in front of it to speed the thawing and draining process.
She asked me what could cause a crack like that. My only guess was age.
We quickly unloaded the food into the coolers and started scraping the ice. she would scrape into a bucket and I would empty it. Today she was wearing one of her oldest "wife beaters" with no bra and a loose pair of old sweats she had cut off into shorts. Not exactly a teddy, right? But the sight of her breasts swaying back and forth as she scraped, and the bottom of her butt cheeks showing as she was bent over was getting to me.
Her nipples were drawn and hard as a rock from bending over the cold freezer. Her tee had gotten a little wet, it was like a private wet t-shirt exhibition.
