"Fuck this snow."
"Screw the idiots that think they know how to drive in it."
I was stuck in a snow storm with a bunch of shitty drivers making things worse then it had to be.
"Don't slow done you freaking idiots, never stop when going up a hill in a snow storm."
"Shit, he stopped"
Now I have to try to back down the hill without sliding off of the road. It's a good thing my car is front wheel drive and handles the snow. Back down the hill I go.
"Merry freaking Christians to you."
The storm started after rush hour, so most people were already at work. I can't remember the last time it snowed like this. By the time I finished what I needed to do at work it was after seven and there was at least six inches of the white shit on the roads. What fun.
Once again my work has been consuming most of my attention. If I didn't have this huge project going, on I would have left hours ago. I called my wife before I left.
"Hi babe, I'm leaving now. Do you know anything about how the roads are?"
"Hello honey. The news is saying that the storm caught everyone by surprise. The road crews are just getting on the road. There are traffic accidents and tie ups everywhere. Maybe you should stay at work."
"There is no way I am going to stay here. I 'm here too much already. It's Friday, It's Christmas Eve, and I am not working this weekend. I only want to spend some time at home with you. My car goes great in the snow and I will drive carefully."
"It's not you I am worried about. Besides you get so stressed out when the ride home sucks."
"I will try to stay calm."
"I have something special waiting for you. I love you. Bye"
My ride home usually takes a half hour but I have now been on the road for over an hour. Every time I start to stress out I think about my sexy wife. The things we have done together were amazing. When we got married, I never would have dreamed that my virgin bribe would turn into such a wild woman. I get hard whenever she on my mind. When I'm at work, I have to keep my thoughts away from her. On the road going five miles an hour, if I'm lucky, is another matter.
I made it to the bottom of the hill. I now have to wait until everyone else gets moving. There are cars sliding sideways as they try to move up this hill. Sometimes it is best to wait until you get a clear run when driving in this type of storm.
My mind drifts back to a night last week. I was sleeping when my wife came to bed. I don't remember what I was dreaming at the time, but I do remember that my dream turned erotic.
In my dream I was getting the best blow job ever. I dreamed that some soft lips sucked my dick into a hot mouth and a talented tongue was circling around the head. The lips pulled me deeper into that inviting hole. I felt the lips reach almost to the base of my penis. This can only happen before I am fully erect. I don't like to brag, but I do have a larger then average package. The lips and mouth move up my shaft and start back down again. After a few times I am too hard for the lips to find the base again.
Some fingers start to lightly tease my balls. The fingers then move to the base of my cock. As the mouth moves so do the fingers. They encircle me and move as one with the lips. This feels incredible. As I build up to explode, I realize that I am not dreaming anymore and this is real. At that point I shoot into my wife's mouth.
After she is done licking all of the cum off me. She moves her face up to mine and kisses me.
"Go back to sleep honey. I just needed a late night snack. Good night."
BEEP, BEEP
Someone is beeping his horn at me. I better pay attention. Up the hill I go.
It takes me two more hours to reach home. I am very stressed out and glad just to make to home in one piece. There was too much snow and way too many cars for my taste. I push my way through the deep snow and the front door opens as I step onto the porch.
There she is, in her plush, white robe. The only lights on in the house are the ones on the Christmas tree and the light from the lit fire place. The living room, where the tree and fireplace are is to the right of the entranceway. She is standing at an angle so that the light from the fire dances over her face. She looks very inviting.
She hands me a glass that smells like cognac.