After we'd been home from Mexico for a few weeks, the pandemic response started to deepen. My wife worked at my company, and while a couple of us had to be there to do essential work for a local medical institution, we decided customer service could go remote and we sent her home. Given all of that she was pretty bored as even client contact had slowed to a crawl. Idle hands and all of that, she decided it was a good time to get some painting projects done in the house. Of course that meant when I got home at the end of the day, she put me to work.
We had a small project to do in our master bath. As we sat down for an at home Happy Hour on Friday night, she asked me to help her get it done on Saturday. I said, fine, on one condition. All we could wear was a shirt, underwear (no bra though) and footwear. We would play and tease, but none of that good fuckin' until the project was done. She agreed to my conditions, and we went back to our drinks and snacks with a new sense of anticipation about the coming project. I wanted to make all of the mundane things we had to do sexy, if I could. Staying in a sexualized mindset just makes everything more fun and keeps your lilbido on a slow burn.
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Painting and Playing
"Wake up, sleepy head", my wife said as she stood over my side of the bed and gave me a little shake. I slowly opened my eyes and grabbed my glasses. She stood over me, braless, in a tight tank top and a cute, if functional, pair of panties.
"Bacon is cooking, coffee is made, eggs are next, get your cute butt downstairs. Time to have some breakfast and then get some work done." She turned and sashayed her plump ass in my direction as she walked out of the room and back down the stairs.
My cock stirred as my brain un-fogged a bit and I remembered what we would be getting up to today. I rolled off the bed, went to the bathroom and had to pee through a semi-erect dick. I threw on a pair of boxer shorts and a tight t-shirt. Found some old athletic shoes that were pretty worn out, and ready for paint, put those on, and headed down the stairs for breakfast.
I sat down at the table, poured myself some coffee and started going through my email on my pad. I heard my wife plating the eggs she had just cooked and looked up to see her walking across the kitchen, her heavy breasts bouncing and straining against the fabric of her tank top. Her nipples had hardened a bit and they were just visible through the thin fabric of her shirt.
As she came up beside me to set my plate down, I reached behind her and grabbed a handful of her butt cheek.
"Maybe I want something else for breakfast this morning," I said. At my age my libido is always a little hotter in the morning.