All characters in the story, sexually involved or not, are above 18 years of age.
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I came back home dragging my feet to my doorstep. As I opened the door, took my shoes off and shut the door back, I was greeted by the sounds of my wife cooking in the kitchen. It was a sight I had gotten so used to after eighteen years.
"Hey there, hun," I greeted my wife.
"Hey, Kent. Food is almost done, ready for lunch?" My wife, Terra, asked me.
"Of course, just let me change up first," I told her. In actual fact, I was already full from the breakfast I had while hanging out with my friends earlier that day but Terra had made it a routine to cook everyday at noon without fail. That day was no exception, so how could I say no?
I went to our bedroom, took a shower and put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of knee-length bermudas. Once I was back in the living room, Terra had placed both our plates on the table. We said our grace and dug in. Chicken wrap with a side of button mushrooms, one of her dishes that I actually enjoy, as compared to when she cooks celery and oyster. But when she does serve me stuff that I dislike, I'm usually too nice of a husband to complain.
"So where'd you go?" Terra started a conversation during our meal.
"Greta's Pizza and Beer, at Calaway West Street," I kept my answer concise.
"What, you drank beer? In the morning?" Terra asked that in an interrogative manner.
"Wha- no! Only had one glass of Gin Martini, that's all," I told the truth, I left it to her to believe me or not.
"I just don't want you to come home drunk again," my wife expressed her concerns to me.
"Am I drunk, like now? At this moment?" I asked her rhetorically.
"No, this is a reminder for the future as well. You've had come home almost passed out multiple times before in our house and it always happens when you go out with Brad and Connor," Terra explained her worries by bringing up the past.
"Alright, alright, let's just eat, okay," I was not in the mood for arguing that day.
We finished our meal and I went back to the bedroom to sort out my students' test papers and my personal belongings while Terra went back to the kitchen to do the dishes. But just as soon as she was done, she went back the bedroom carrying a huge pile of clothing to be folded. That was when she asked me, "So is today your only day off?"
"Nope, lucky for me, my off has been extended to tomorrow" I told her.
"Oh, then why don't you just go out with Brad and Connor tomorrow then? You can rest at home today," Terra asked.
"Cos I thought of actually going out with you tomorrow," I told her.
"Oh please, That was the same crap you told me last week!" my wife began raising her voice all of a sudden.
"What's wrong with you? I've already gone out with my friends this morning, I'm free tomorrow!" I retorted.
"That's what you always say! But you always ended up going out with your other two musketeers instead. Either that, or you end up sleeping the whole day when you promised me that we'd go out!" It's usually by this stage of bellowing that Terra cannot let her anger abate.
"Terra, you know how busy work is, right? Being a full time college professor is not some forty hour workweek work-life balance horseshit!" I do not even know why I had to point this out to her.
"Oh I'm so sick and tired of you using work as an excuse to be lazy. But when your guy friends call you to meet up with them, you'd go out in a heartbeat. Did you forget, that I used to work long hours like you did and still come home to continue with the housework? You kno-...how many times have I told you not to go out with your friends and to rest at home instead when your bloody college superiors assigned you long shifts?" My wife had begun her nagging, once again.
"What is this all about, Terra? Housework? Is this all about you having to do housework alone? I told you, we have money. I can always hire a professional housekeeper to help you out. Why do you insist on putting that burden on yourself?" I tried my best to reason with her.
"Oh wow, okay! I wake up early in the morning everyday to cook for you breakfast and dinner, wash your clothes, clean your shoes, the whole damn house, sometimes forcing myself to do so even though I'm sick, and this is the thanks I get? You're questioning my devotion and telling me I should get help somewhere else? You really are an ingrate, Kent!" Again, Terra took my intentions the wrong way and hit back with swelling anger.
By that paragraph, I had already given up on trying to tap into her calmer side. Normally, I would throw a tantrum of my own in response to such irrational behavior but the past few days of work and the lack of sleep had drained me of most of my energy to throw a fit. So I just told my wife, "You know what Terra? Nothing I say at this point can hit your right notes. I'm tired, so I'm gonna take a nap. Once done, I'm going out to buy the groceries."
"You can't take a nap yet! I have this huge pile of clothes here, mostly yours," she pointed at the huge pile of unfolded clothing on the bed.
"No need to worry! I'm napping at the table and will be folding those clothes once I wake up," I told her.
"Oh don't even bother! You're just too slow and late, go and sleep all you want, I don't care!" she told me off.
I simply shrugged it off and sat down on the room chair and laid my head on the desk. Not surprisingly, Terra continued her nagging even when she herself told me to get my sleep. "Now that I can remember, you were supposed to call the technician for *bla bla bla* and meet up with Katherine's school teacher for *bla bla bla*. But instead, you'd rather *bla bla bla*." I was at the point of just laughing at myself by then.
Needless to say, my wife's nagging finally came to a close and I got to catch some forty winks. It was not a good sleep since I was on the rock solid desk but it was better than nothing. I wasted no time in going out to the local grocery store to do the shopping I had promised her after waking up. As much as a relief as it was from her generally poor attitude, the thought of sex with her came back to my mind. Yeah, I know. As annoying as she was, I really miss fucking her. I have not have rough sex with her for over a year, let alone making love to her. Terra was a beauty at thirty-six. She lacked in height, only 5'5" but her figure was near flawless. Her overall body was slender with nicely proportioned shoulders, torso and leg length. She had always kept her black hair short, with the back just above her shoulders and the front being combed to her side covering her right eye. Her eyes were round and large with her pupils shining of the color cyan. Her nose, while not so prominent, was sharp and thin but God, were her lips so thick and wide I had never gotten bored of kissing them every night and morning. To top it all off, her most attractive trait is her large, round breast that I was lucky to get good view of everyday whether she wears a full gown or a sleeveless dress. Even as I was just going to a nearby grocery store for an hour or two, the only thing that was on my mind was putting my wiener in her cheesepie.
"Alright, I need to stop fantasizing and focus on my task," I whispered to myself while looking through the sponge shelf in the cleaning section. I put my mind back on shopping and took all the grocery I needed into the basket. Just a few more hours and I will be back in bed with my sexy wife. As soon as I was done shopping, I drove back home and started my next task, fixing the sink and the toilet bowl. Terra entered the kitchen as I was changing one of the pipes for the sink. Apparently she had changed into a white and dark blue polka-dot sleeveless dress which showed a hint of hair sticking out of her underarms as she was opening the fridge to take a cup of yogurt which was given to me by a first year student back at college. I was about to open my mouth to say 'hi' but she simply walked away, ignoring me. "Ohoho, You may be pissed off with me now, but we'll see how you'll react when I give it to you tonight, you sexy bitch," I grinned to myself as I was looking at her gorgeous back drawing further away from my view.
I stayed at the living room to watch a midnight movie after taking a shower to clean myself off from the filth of doing all that maintenance work. By the time I went back to my bedroom, it was ten minutes after two in the morning. There, I saw my wife's beautiful body just lying on our king-sized bed engrossed in sleep.
My dick immediately formed a boner at the sight of her. I drew closer as my eyes darted on the bottom of her dress which was at the top of her slim thighs. As I knelt on top of the bed, both my itchy fingers started peeling the dress from her thighs. I thought she would push it back down with her hands like she had done in the past but this time, there was no resistance. I saw my real midnight delight there, her ass. Terra had been an old-fashioned conservative woman her whole life, never bothering to shave her bottom area. Hence, wearing a pair of blue panties, there were thick, long, curly hairs sticking out from the back of her underwear. I began my first physical contact with her by rubbing my palm against her ass. Amazing, even after all these years, not a sign of cellulite. My palm rubbed over her smooth butt cheeks while my eyes and ears were checking for any signs of my wife waking up. So far, none.
I became slightly more daring as I took my index finger and slid it underneath her blue panties into the entrance of her ass crack. I held my breath as my finger moved back and forth the line of her ass crack, being tickled by the dense row of butt hair. I pulled the back of her panties to get a better view of her ass. God, the thick plantation between those cute cheeks were hypnotizing me. Then, I let go of her panties from my index finger, causing a very light slapping effect in between her butt.
