The scrape of wire coat hangers over the metal bar that supported my closet full of ill-fitting, out-of-style clothing grated my already frayed nerves. My children had made such a stink about having to get up early on a Saturday morning, shower, have their hair styled, and put on uncomfortable, yet adorable clothing to wear to their great-grandmother's ninety-fifth birthday party.
I held up a modest black-and-white polka dot, collared dress with a sigh. I didn't want to go to the party, either. Peals of childish laughter brought a smile to my lips.
I threw the dress on my bed and turned to root through my underwear drawer for a pair of pantyhose, a Disney movie I'd seen more times than I'd care to admit blasting away in the background. I pulled my pajama top over my head as heavy footfalls pound against the pale oak floors in the hallway. Jeremy.
Desire sent a shudder over me and I ran my fingers through my short hair as I faced the closed door, my heavy breasts on full display. I leaned against my dresser, head propped up on my elbow. The mirror hanging on my bedroom door reflected an attractive woman back at me. I smiled. I'd worked so hard to get back into shape since both of my children had started school.
The door burst open and my husband hurried in, still clad in gray sweatpants and a wrinkly t-shirt; brow furrowed and stern. I wanted him to throw me on the bed and ravish me, but he didn't even glance at my breasts.
"You're not even dressed yet," he said.
I flinched, slamming the dresser drawer shut. "Are you kidding me right now?"
He held up his hands, thick biceps flexing beneath his smooth, golden skin. Jeremy tanned so wonderfully in the summer while my own pale, Irish skin burned like a vampire's.
"I'm sorry." His earthy, hazel eyes fell to my breasts. "My mom and my sister are driving me insane. Something happened with the florist, so there are no balloons. Julie is driving around like a lunatic hitting up party stores for balloons and streamers."
My pride returned to me when he adjusted himself over his sweats. I still had it.
I pulled the drawer back open, a pair of dingy, old underwear caught in the corner, throwing the sliding mechanism off track. I swore, reaching inside to yank them free. "I bet they're losing their minds. They take those kinds of things seriously."
Jeremy nodded at my breasts. "My mother is a mess."
I snorted, tossing the underwear on the bed to be thrown out later. "I bet she's going to be a total blast later."
He cupped his groin again, stepping close to massage my shoulders.
I grabbed a pair of pantyhose and shut the drawer, leaning into his strong, gentle touch with a murmur of appreciation.
"You seem tense." He rubbed circles into the nape of my neck with his thumbs. "Don't be. All the food they asked us to make is ready to go. So are Sam and Becky. We just have to finish getting ready, load up the car, and go."
I pressed my back into his chest and he slid his hands to my breasts, cupping and massaging them with reverence.
"I'm about to get in the shower," I said.
He pulled me close, leaning in to kiss my cheek and neck. "Me too."
The marble tile was cold against my bare feet as Jeremy steered me toward the shower. I flipped the light on, the starkness of the clean, brilliant marble blinding me. I loved screwing in our bathroom. All the marble and golden fixtures made me feel like a Roman empress.
"You're so sexy." Jeremy tugged my baggy pajama bottoms over my hips, the fleecy material puddling around my ankles as he kneaded my ass cheeks.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips over his, feeling his passion when he moaned against my mouth. I loved the way his cock pulsed to life beneath his pants.
He teased the corners of my mouth with his tongue. I parted my lips so he could slide it inside, teasing and coaxing me into mimicking his movements. My husband was such a comfort to me; the rock I clung to when the storms of life threatened to blow me off course. I slid my hands under his shirt, running my fingers through coarse body hair, the scratchiness making me wet.
I broke our kiss. "I love your body."
He stepped back, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it over his shoulder. "You like this dad bod?"
I rubbed the soft swell of his stomach. "I love it, Daddy."
He pulled me close, gripping the back of my hair as he pushed me against the clear glass shower door. The cool, smooth surface made me gasp.
"You keep talking like that, I might have to pick you up and fuck you against the wall." His voice was a sexy rasp.
A thundering of footsteps made him twist his face in horror.
"Dad! Sam said I look like Scuttle! I don't look like Scuttle! I'm a red-head like Mommy and Ariel!" The genuine outrage in my daughter's voice made me shake with laughter.
Jeremy whipped around and raced into our bedroom, pulling the door closed behind him. "Why are you in here? You're supposed to be watching the movie."
I turned the knob to hot, waiting for the powerful stream to heat up before stepping beneath the cleansing flow. My clit throbbed beneath my folds. Jeremy was a great father and our children delighted in him, but in that moment, I wanted him all to myself.
I slid my fingers over my hip to my bald pussy, noting the hot wetness on my skin. I could've taken care of myself, but knowing Jeremy, he'd want to pick up where left off later. Instead of stroking myself to bliss, I reached for my shampoo bottle, the snap of the lid opening bringing to mind popping balloons, bad pasta salad, and a bitchy sister-in-law.
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Later, my children charged through their grandparents house, shocked and awed by the white-and-silver balloons my husband's baby sister, Jenni, had artfully arranged around the small, cozy rooms. A hideous, little white dog with thick, milky cataracts in its eyes and patchy fur barked constantly; small, but needle sharp fangs bared.
Lulu belonged to Julie, Jeremy's middle sister. Whoever came up with the idea that pets take on their owner's personality must've had Julie and Lulu in mind.
"Wow, you guys look so great," said Jenni, a petite brunette with long, loose curls, tattoos, and a nose ring. "You belong in a catalog or something."
Sam furrowed his brow in confusion. "What's a catalog?"
Julie rolled her eyes behind the rim of her wine glass while her dog latched onto her brother's pant leg, snarling as it jerked its head back and forth.
I handed my mother-in-law, Donna, a tray of cold macaroni-and-cheese, all ready to be heated up in the oven. I typically enjoyed other people's dogs, but if Lulu would've escaped outside and gotten hit by a car, I would've laughed the whole way home from the party.
I opened my mouth, but a pleading look from my husband silenced me.
Donna came back into the room, wide-eyed and stammering. "Thank God you're here. I've been so worked up since this nightmare with the florist. I just want my mother to have a good time."
Jeremy handed her another tray, that one laden with deviled-eggs, the crinkle of aluminum foil faint beneath the snarling dog. "Oh, Mom, it'll be fine. Grandma will just be happy to see us all."
