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I am so tired. The train was two hours behind schedule when we got to the station. Amtrak was reporting it three hours behind, so I have to wait for my husband to get here. I'd have thought he would have been here two hours ago waiting impatiently to see his family after seven weeks. I'm glad he let us go help my sister with her new baby. But I'm horny as hell, and yet exhausted. Guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow night to scratch that itch.
Early the next morning...
"I love you."
Huh? Where am I? And who said that? Oh, I'm home. I look over at my husband and he kisses me.
"I love you," he whispers again.
I mumble something and head for the bathroom to answer nature's call. Good heavens, it's four am! I like having him home 3 days a week, but these early workday mornings are killer. Stumbling back to the bedroom, I see my husband laying on the bed, naked and stroking his cock. Hmm, maybe these early mornings aren't so bad after all....
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It seemed like she would be in the bathroom forever. She'd been gone to her sister's for nearly seven weeks, then got home late, and, well, of course she was frazzled out from a two-day train trip...needed rest. But heck, she went to bed nearly seven hours ago! I've missed her! A lot! For seven freakin' weeks! And now she's home, and it's time to...well, make up for lost time!
Ah, here she comes. And from the way she's looking at me, and at me stroking my manhood, she's as ready as I am!
She crawls up onto the king-size bed... and says, "Good morning." But I'm not so sure it's me she's talking to...my face ain't where she's looking. And she's got that...that hungry look in her eyes. We've got a couple more hours before I've got to leave for work. If we don't get TOO carried away, this can be interesting...
Her hand replaces mine and I lay back to enjoy the feelings stirring in my soul. No one can handle me quite like she does...no one.
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Crawling up on the bed, I whisper, "Good morning," before kneeling by his side. I gently claim his cock with my hand and he lets me have it. Slowly I stroke up and down for a few minutes. Then I trace his balls with one finger, just the way he likes. Around the bottom of his balls, up the left side, across the top, down the right side, to begin again... and again... and again.
He moans and I smile. Leaning down to kiss him I whisper, "I love you". He responds to my kiss passionately, dueling with my tongue. The finger tracing his balls stops, while the hand stroking his cock speeds up.
He breaks the kiss and says, "I missed you." He kisses his way across my cheek, down my neck. My turn to moan.
He leans back to smooth my hair away from our faces. Gently he runs his fingers through it, as if combing it. His eyes watch his hands playing with my hair. I'm afraid he's disappointed by the new color. "I told you we got the wrong shade and it turned out too dark," I say
Without taking his eyes off my hair he growls, "Babe, I'd still love your hair, even if it were purple."
As he fingers my hair, one of his hands lightly brushes my neck. Mmmmm. I arch against him as the sensations from my neck and shoulders race to my stomach and below. My hand briefly tightens on his cock and he echoes my purr, Mmmmm.
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