The evening breezes are gently moving our bedroom sheers as we enter the room after putting Joy down for the night. Already, given the encroaching fall, the night is getting darker earlier and earlier and there is a hint of October frost in the air.
We spent the day as a family driving in the country and stopping at country farms along the way to gather some of the fall crop. We filled the trunk with fresh vegetables of all kinds including a couple of dozen ears of fall corn.
Our last stop of the day was at a pumpkin farm where you picked your own. Joy was so excited as we half carried and half chased her from one giant gourd to the next. We finally settled on a nice sized 8 pounder and also bought her a miniature one for her room. She was so excited, she babbled to that little gourd all the way home as if it was alive! We revelled in her joy and in each other.
Now it is our time, my darling. I had my shower as soon as we got home and you soaked in a long relaxing tub while I tucked our darling tired babe into her bed. She was out before I turned out her light.
As I enter the hall to our room, you come out of the bathroom; you smell so wonderfully of soap and freshly scrubbed hair and you are wearing my favourite full-length almost sheer nightie. Only the thin spaghetti straps secure it to your body and I can see the roundness of your breasts profiled through the gossamer material. You turn and smile at me and hold out your hand as I walk towards you. Already, my cock is tenting my silk boxers that I am wearing under my short silk robe.
As we enter our large master bedroom, the cool air causes your nipples to harden instantly and press eagerly against the thin fabric. I stand before you and cup your heavy breasts in my hands and thrum each nipple with my thumbs as I bend down to kiss you gently on the lips. You taste of strawberry with the balm you use to keep your lips tender and the smell of your scented body drives me insane with desire as always.
Your hands are meanwhile busy releasing the sash of my robe and reaching down inside the front of my boxers to grasp in your soft hand my throbbing shaft. I drop my hands from your breasts long enough for you to shed my robe over my shoulders and down my arms to the floor. My boxers slide down my legs as well as your hands push them over my hips.
I stand naked before you and you are still fully covered in that silken gown. This is soon remedied as I slide the thin straps over your shoulders and down your arms until the thin shift lies at your feet in a shimmering pool.