I pulled up into the driveway, slowly braking before the garage door, remembering to turn the lights down. Did not help to have to go running errands in the morning and have a dead car, although I did enjoy using public transit it was usually packed to the brim and you usually would be left waiting for the next one to come. Not the best thing to have happen when you're in a rush for sure. Putting the car in park, I turned it off through the ignition button and grabbed my work bag from the passenger seat, riffling through it to see if I had left anything at the office.
All good.
I opened the door and was greeted with a warm summer's breeze, it was a lovely feeling, looking at the sun slowly setting and sighing with relief knowing that I had a day off tomorrow. It was going to be spent lounging around, maybe doing some chores, shopping online, and going for a walk. Grinning with the possibilities, I locked the car and made my way to the front door.
Never would I thought to see the day where household chores would excite me.
I put my key into the front door and activated the combination, with a click it opened and I pushed it, stepping inside. The foyer was dark, with the remaining light from the fading twilight outside fading away so I turned on the lights. I had a small headache, but that was common from being hooked up to the neural network all day. I knew Anya was home and she never liked leaving lights on in rooms where she wasn't in, even if she was right next to it which I was thankful for. Turning to the door, I locked it while kicking off my shoes. Once I was done setting them aside, I glanced to the kitchen where a light was on and I saw Anya.
She was holding onto a cup, no doubt filled with tea, and peering down with lidded eyes at her tablet. Her jet-black hair framed her tanned face, which had a concentrated look on it. She must have been reading the news, which hadn't exactly been positive lately.
Wearing a light-blue t-shirt and pajama pants, she looked about ready to collapse on the couch and fall asleep. I walked into the kitchen area and she looked up with a smile.
"Hey hun, have a good day?" She asked. I sighed, and set my bag on the island.
"Yeah it was fine, had quite a few orders to fill out but you know, the usual." I replied. It was busy work in the office and we just had some new models of TVs come in. "How was your day?" I asked back, making my way towards her, and cupping her chin in my hand. She set her tablet down and closed her eyes.
"Mine? Irritating, but nothing major." She opened them up, the vibrant green staring right into my soul. "I'm happy to be home though. As I always am."
I smiled at her words and hugged her, she was the one constant that kept me going.
"Oh, by the way." Anya pulled back a bit from the hug "You got a message from, um, let me check." She picked up the tablet, and scrolled for a minute. "Penelope? She's from your old school, isn't she?"
The name hit me in the gut and brought so many memories back in a flash. A deep wave of nostalgia washed over me. "I wonder why Penelope would be messaging me?" I thought. It was strange, feeling the memories rush though, of her long brown hair tinged with blonde, her cute button nose, that wonderful ass that beget stares. I began to feel the familiar stirring within me, and I could feel my hard on pressing against the confines of my pants, thinking back to the time she bent over a table at school to grab something from our classmate, and seeing the tight, shapely bottom outlined by the black tights she wore.
That image was something that had appeared in my masturbation fantasies frequently. Sometimes I would imagine Penelope bent over the table, looking lustfully back at me with those deep brown eyes, almost begging for me to make love to her. I would oblige, and slowly pull down those tights to reveal that plump treasure, her sex glistening with wetness. I would always wake up immediately after this, extremely disappointed and with a painful erection which I would then relieve in the washroom.
However, these fantasies had faded into memory over time and they had been replaced by thoughts of Anya, my wonderful wife of three years. She had noticed my problem and grinned playfully.
"Sheesh, should I be worried here? Or has Grant been telling you too much fucked up shit and you're thinking back to it?" She poked at me, unknowing to my imaginary infidelity.
Grant is a co-worker of mine, whom while working also seems to have the time to go on and on about his sexual escapades. Men, women, if he can fuck them, he has. I always joked that if there was a picture of someone in the dictionary above the term 'depraved bisexual', Grant would be it. He's also the last person you want representing your company at an event. Not that he's a terrible guy mind you, but someone who you just nod your head and smile at to keep him happy.
"Nah, Grant left me alone for most of the day thankfully." I sighed, going over to the cupboard, and grabbing a glass to fill with water. I turned on the tap with a push of a button, while my hard-on rubbed uncomfortably against the fabric. I stiffened while I held the glass under the running water.
"Oh, well that's good then. Usually you have an awkward story every day or so that he brings up to you while you're trying to work. Like that whole thing where he was offering you his sex toys. Completely unsanitary." She rubbed her arms and leaned against the kitchen island. Looking closely, I could see her hardened nipples pressing against the light blue fabric of her shirt. I felt my penis twitch, and I looked up at her eyes, setting my glass off to the side.
"Yeah, usually I do. But luckily all my day consisted of was just boring, old, fucking stupid papers to go through. I'm home now though, with you to snuggle all night." I grinned and moved over to Anya, taking her in my arms. She giggled as I massaged her back.
"I'm perfectly fine with snuggling all night." She whispered longingly into my ear. Her left hand moved down to rub against my member, earning a hiss of pleasure from me. We had sex fairly frequently, and it never felt like we were doing it simply because. I was blessed to have such a wonderful mate.
I nuzzled her neck and began to trail kisses down her skin to her collarbone, she sighed and kissed the top of my head inhaling deeply while doing so. My hands moved down to cup her wonderful cheeks, squeezing them playfully. She closed the distance between us and began to moan, whilst still playing with my hard-on. In response to this, I took my right hand and slowly maneuvered it into her pajama pants, finding her slit and rubbing her folds. She was extremely wet, and I parted them with one of my fingers, going deep inside her. Anya gasped, and she bit her lip, not hard by any means but it was the little way I knew she was enjoying it. We both side stepped towards the kitchen island, with intent on using it for a way to brace ourselves but Anya stopped me.
"I think we should move somewhere else." She pointed out, which I can agree with. I wasn't a huge fan of sex where we make our food, but the bed was upstairs. Living room however...
