I woke up the other morning stiff and sore, it's that time of year in the high deserts of Arizona were we have short days and long cold nights. That can only mean one thing, winters coming to the mountain.
In the White Mountains, at the six thousand foot elevation, it get's cold, damn cold, if you've never lived in the high desert you wouldn't understand. But for those of you that have, you know what I'm talking about.
Anyways, this time of year we start getting ready for winter. The last couple of days were spent in the forest cutting wood, getting ready for the coming snows.
Yea, I know what your thinking, snow in Arizona? No way. But yes, it snows here, a lot, last year we had up to two feet at one time.
I'm not a young guy any more and spending two days in the woods cutting down trees is bad enough, but then I still had to drag the eight foot logs to the truck. All that clean air and hard work left me feeling like my wife ran me over with the truck.
By the end of each day I was beat, but it still wasn't over, when we got home I still had the pleasure of cutting, splitting and stacking the wood before I could call it a day.
My wife on the other hand was loving it, she was like a new woman, running around the woods like she was eighteen again, like someone had giving her a big shot of adrenalin.
But like I was saying, I felt like crap when I got out of bed on the third day, my wife had woken me up with a cup of tea and a fresh hot cimamion roll. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the clock, it was all of three thirty in the morning. The only good thing was watching her running around the bedroom with only a pair of panties on.
When she left the room I got up and went into the bathroom, I closed my eyes while I was taking a leak and daydreamed of her hard flat tummy and how little her small firm tits bounced while she walked.
Damn, she still looked for a fifty year old woman.
When I finished peeing, I went back into the bedroom and sat in the chair by my side of the bed and tried to think of a way to get out of cutting wood today. It felt like I had a cold coming on so I coughed a few times when she walked by the door hopping she would feel sorry for me.
Ether she didn't hear me or she was on to me, ether way she ignored me and left me alone in the bedroom to drink my tea.
I turned on the TV, while I watched the news the smell of bacon and eggs drifted into the bedroom. That's when I realized it was no use trying to get out of it, she wasn't going to waste a day off doing nothing, no matter how beat up I felt.
When Wendy came into the bedroom she was carrying our breakfast on a tray and I see she outdid herself.
She made me breakfast fit for a king, a bacon, onion, and pepper omelet, toast with home made jam and fresh squeezed orange juice.
I also couldn't help noticing she had changed; now she was wearing the new black lace baby doll I had bought for her birthday, with no panties. There was no way I couldn't notice it, it barely covered her tits much less anything else.
She sat on the bed and I ate my breakfast looking at her almost naked body, I kept trying to work the possibility of staying home, or at the very least, leaving a little bit later in the day, into the conversation. But every time I did, she kept sushhing me, and then would change the subject.
We finished eating breakfast and Wendy reached over and took my plate, setting it on the tray. She had been sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard.
Now, she turned and sat on the edge of the bed directly across from me. She touched my arm and when I looked at her she put her feet on the side board of the bed.
I watched her legs spread open and was no longer interested in watching the news. She started lightly running her finger tips up and down the insides of her thighs.
That's when I noticed she had shaved the lips of her pussy, every now and then, her hand would come up and her finger tips would lightly rub her nipples.
Her nipples were getting harder and harder as she watched me watching her.
Her eyes started to drift and while she was looking over my body I reached down and touched my cock. She licking her lips and asked, "What would you like to do today"
When I didn't answer, she looked down at my semi hard cock and watched as I started lightly stroking it with just the tips of my fingers.
Finally I said, "anything but cut firewood"
Wendy stood up, looked at me and said, "I don't know about that" Picking up the tray she said, "I'll be back in a few minutes" As she started to walk out the room she paused and said, "Think about it, what we should do today."
She turned and walked out of the room, just past the door she stopped and I heard her say, "Opps" With her back to me she looked over her shoulder to make sure I was watching, seeing I was, she spread her feet slightly, and slowly bent at the waist.
Watching her show, my cock got harder and harder as first her pussy, then asshole, slowly came into view. She placed the tray on the floor and her fingers slowly started traced their way up her legs, finally stopping at her pussy.
One finger pushed between the lips of her pussy and she started rubbing her clit, looking around her leg and seeing my hard cock her hand went to her mouth, tasting her own juices she said, "I see you didn't have to think very hard"
All week long she's been teasing me, telling me how she was going to fuck me using her strap on, so while she put the dishes in the dishwasher I laid out all the toys I thought we might want to play with.
I including her Share, hopping things would go my way.
I just had finished and was sitting down in my chair when she walked back into the room. When she looked around the room, she fought back a smile when she looked at the dresser and saw all the toys. Instead of going to the dresser; she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed again.
