My husband Mel has a stressful job. Of course, he brings on the stress himself by the way he reacts to things at work. He is a construction electrician, a perfectionist. It's a hard-hat job and he's hard headed about things, arguing with his boss when he thinks things aren't being done the right way. Fortunately, he is very good at his job and is in great demand. They have to put up with his perfectionism to get the high-quality work he does. He supervises a few helpers and apprentices which often adds to his stress. The guys who work for him often take days off or show-up late. Mel has fired a number of the young guys, but has learned to be patient with some of them, otherwise he'd have no help. Some days he gets so up-tight that he gets very quiet and can't sleep without my help.
Thursday was such a day. Mel came home late from a hard day at work. The kids were fighting which added to the hassle of his day. He snapped at them and at me and went out on the porch to drink a few beers and try to calm down.
Once the kids were asleep, I went onto the porch to see him. I wore one of my negligees that left little to the imagination. I was short and low cut to show a lot of cleavage. My tits jiggled under the thin material. I kissed him on the cheek and sat down across from him. I didn't say a word. When he's upset, he gets depressed and it's hard to bring him out of it. I am the only one who knows how to do it.
I pretended to read a magazine, folding my legs under me. My legs were exposed up to my thighs. I knew he would look at me and it would start to take his mind off things. I caught him looking up my nightie, trying to see more of my legs and to see if I was wearing underwear. I wasn't and gave him a brief flash. I told him to take a shower. He refused, but I told him if he wanted to sleep in the bed with me, he would have to clean up. It was a regular thing. He usually took a shower when he came home, but some days he would balk and I would have to force him. It was kind of a running joke. I would tease him and tell him he wasn't going to get near my pussy smelling like a construction worker. Then he would take his shower.
I love my guy. He works his ass off to provide for me and our three kids. His work can be seasonal which adds to the pressure to make money while he can. Thus, he works long hours in the summer and often gets frustrated. We met when he was 22 and I was 20. We went together for a while until I got pregnant. Then we got married. Mel was really sweet about the whole thing. We were very serious so when I got knocked-up, it just forced us to make a decision that we were heading toward anyway. Three kids later, we still have passion, but it is less frequent. In addition to his job, I have an office job. The kids require attention and shuttling to soccer and dance classes on weeknights and most weekends. Life is hard, but I wouldn't trade my wife with Mel and the kids for anything. We fuck less frequently, but it is still the best thing in the world.
Mel went up to take his shower. I waited until I heard the water running and went into the bathroom. I pulled my nightgown over my head and was naked. I opened the glass door to the shower and saw Mel starting to relax under the shower spray. He looked at me without changing his dour expression. I know he never gets tired of seeing my body, but he was still in a funk.
I gave my husband a kiss on the cheek and he let the water spray onto me to get me wet. I took the soap from his hand and began to soap his chest. I like my man's strong shoulders and chest muscles. He has hair on his chest and I like to run my fingers through it. I rubbed the soap over him and went behind him to wash his back. I used my hands and a wash-cloth to make circular patterns on his back. I took my time.
I moved down and soaped his tight ass. I pushed the wash-cloth into the cleft of his butt. I worked a finger against his tight asshole. Then I moved to his legs, soaping and washing him down to his knees. Mel was standing there with his arms upstretched, letting me have my way with him. I moved up and soaped and washed his armpits. It turns him on when I soap under his arms over to his man-tits. I tease him about his tiny tits. My hands moved down to his belly. I was still standing behind him and pushed my breasts into his back. I felt him relaxing more.
I went lower and found his penis, my penis. It was dangling there with the water pouring down his stomach and over his crotch. I pushed my naked pussy against my husband's ass and reached around with the soap to wash that wonderful penis. I gently applied the soap to his prick and then used both hands to soap up his balls. I washed our 'family jewels' for quite a while, getting him hard. I love to feel my husband's cock get hard in my hands or when he is pressed against me. I arouse his lust and make him want me. I love how I can do that to him. I can get him hard by doing the simplest things. I bend over and let him look down my shirt or rub my hand against his cock. He gets aroused watching me undress or walk around nearly naked. I can flash a tit at him in public and his prick gets hard. Rubbing his cock with soap is one of my favorites, feeling him go from soft to hard while I fondle his prick.
