This is my story about my husband and I. Let me just start by saying that my husband is hot. Way hot. And sexy as hell. Just looking his way usually is enough to make me want him. And if I am really sweet, I can usually persuade him to have fun with me.
Like the time he was playing softball and he asked me if we won would I do something special. He asked what I had on my mind and I said," I am thinking about it. I will let you know though." and then I smiled at him and headed off to the bleachers to cheer him on. It really is rather arousing. Watching a bunch of hot muscled men sweating on a field, talking shit to each other, and trying to impress the women in the stands.
My husband was at second base. He was hot and sweaty. His muscles were shining in the sun. I smiled at him. I was hot. Way hot. I wondered what he had in mind when he asked me to do something special? He was known for having some insane ideas, although they are usually pretty fun. I thought about all the possibilities...
All I new was... (I was really hot and would have done anything he told me to do.)
they were playing there asses off.. And then it was over. it was a close game. the score was 7 to 5. The other team won. He asked," will you still do something special for me." and here I am hot as hell and will do anything. I said, "sure honey, anything for you." and tried to convey in my smile that I really meant "anything."
He told the team we were having pizza and beer at our house and we headed home. We got there and called in the pizza. Then I went in the kitchen to put the beer in the fridge. My husband came in behind me as I was bent over the drawer and grabbed me around my waist. He kissed the back of my neck and started to bite little nibbles on my cheeks. I leaned back against him, more than ready.