1.
It had been one of those days. Well, one of those weeks if Rick was being honest.
As foreman/manager/cheerleader for his crew, sometimes the construction business could be more than a little draining.
He had been working a "four tens" week, and his boss had requested he come in on Friday, too - the regular crew was gone, and some specialty subs needed baby-sitting. His wife, his beautiful, oh-so-patient wife had been completely understanding.
"I'm really, really sorry" he had told her, "Fridays are supposed to be our time together."
"Hun, we both knew when they promoted you that stuff like this would come up now and again. Honestly, it's not a big deal." Kelly's voice had been soothing. He was apologizing to her, and she was trying to make him feel better.
"The other issue is, I really don't know how long this day will be, either. No one else from our regular crew will be there, so I'll have to handle all their responsibilities too while I watch the subs."
He could hear his wife's smile over the phone, "Are you being paid overtime?"
"Of course!" came his quick response.
"That's fine then - and we'll have all Saturday to make up for it!"
Rick smiled at the memory; he had totally lucked out in the "understanding wife" lottery. The day was finally done, and he was driving back from the jobsite - thinking about his wonderful wife was a good way to pass the time.
The jobsite was a huge mansion for some millionaire or other, which they labeled (ironically, he smirked) a "cabin" in the mountains. The views were all breathtaking of course, but to meet the needs of the owner they had to do everything from coordinating the new utilities lines to planning out the future landscaping (slope, water flow, etc.), and every tiny little thing in between. The specialty sub-contractors came in on Fridays to stay out of the way of the main crews, and usually the management team planned out who was doing what - due to this and that, he was stuck with the short straw at the last moment.
Oh, well.
Like his wife said, overtime.
The long drive home was feeling even longer, and although neither Rick nor his wife would have the energy to "do anything" later tonight, he was really looking forward to sliding into bed next to her and cradling her as they spooned. He was a weirdo, Kelly had told him more than once - he was the one guy in a million who actually enjoyed cuddling.
The highway merged into the canyon cutting down through the mountains, and he could feel his ears pop as the elevation dropped. The stars were out overhead, and although the air had been crisp and cold at the jobsite he knew it would be a little warmer in the valley where they lived. His thoughts went to his wife.
She was beautiful. No two ways about it.
This was a later marriage as they hadn't met each other until they were both in their 30's. He had been immediately drawn to her with her striking black hair, intriguing dark skin, and perfect poise. She was one-quarter Lakota, and held some mystery and natural grace about her - a proud bearing, and completely confident. Her eyes were many times a dark, dark brown, then sometimes they would shift and turn almost black as he would feel himself disappearing pleasantly into them.
She had moved around a lot in her teens and twenties, been a heavy hitter in the rodeo circuit, and knew how to handle herself in most any situation - he joked with his friends that if a fight every broke out, he was picking her to be on his side first.
She was firm and soft where each counted the most, with incredible legs, a gorgeous ass, beautiful arms, firm breasts each bigger than one hand could hold, dangerous grace like a panther, and (he chuckled to himself) no gag reflex whatsoever. Holy shit! The first time he experienced that, he thought to himself, he knew she was the woman for him.
And he - how had he lucked out? He was average in pretty much every way. A touch over average height, an ancestry of European countries whose inhabitants weren't all that picky, and completely ordinary brown hair with a sleight natural curl.
His eyes - she liked his eyes as much as he enjoyed hers - were probably his best feature; caring and soft much of the time, they could snap to cold anger in a moment if one his family or crew was in danger or being threatened by another's stupidity. His muscles came from a lifetime of hard work on construction sites - no way to ever confuse him with a body-builder - and until he had met her he knew his future would be entirely average, too. But, when he met this incredible woman all that had begun to change.
He started to care about his work. He gave his word and meant it. He finished what he started. He knew the future held hope, promise, and possibilities. In short, she made him a better man.
Maybe physically he was still totally average, but when others met him now they instinctively knew he was something more - Kelly had guided him to be a strong and capable man.
Who would have thought.
That was the real reason his boss depended on him so much - his wife had made him worthwhile.
The rest of the drive passed in happy reflection.
2.
The neighborhood was so very quiet - no dogs were even barking and the crickets were only chirping tiredly, probably just out of reflex.
He passed a car parked against the curb in front of their house - he thought it was the cute number his sister-in-law drove - and slowly pulled into their driveway. The truck slid to a stop, he set the brake, and got out, closing his door as quietly as possible. Kelly had her car in the garage as per usual, and she knew where he hung the truck keys in case she had to get something in the morning and couldn't rouse him to move the truck. Glancing at his watch he grimaced - in case she had to get something later today. Shit, it was late.
He double-checked his tool locker, making sure it was locked, then quietly made his way to the door and inside their home.
His fatigue did not prevent him going into full ninja mode as he put his stuff away and got ready for bed; brushing his teeth as quietly as possible and shucking all his clothes but his boxers while he was still in the bathroom. He was not going to wake his sleeping beauty.
If her sister's car was here, she was probably either out with her friends or already asleep in the guest room - good to know who would be around tomorrow, at least.
He remembered with a twinge of embarrassment another morning after a late, late night, when he had thought to surprise his wife Kelly as she was in the shower. It was startling to discover how similar his wife and Nova, her sister, were in almost every respect, but that memory still made him blush - after that the "lock the bathroom door" rule went into full force!
Making sure the lights were off, he left the bathroom and felt his way to their bedroom, carefully sidling around the bed and slowly, slowly lifted the covers to slide in behind his wife. She murmured a bit as he spooned up behind her, and although the house was pleasantly cool he was delighted to discover she was wearing only the briefest of tank tops and her flossy thong panties.
Instantly hard, he curved his right arm under the pillows, bent his knees to match hers, and curled his free arm over her torso as he snuggled right up against her gorgeous back and perfect ass - his erection pushing against his boxers and pressing right between her cheeks. In reflex, she wriggled back against him and pinched his hardness as she settled herself. Rick's breathing slowed, and he felt the tension drain from his muscles as he drifted off into a happy slumber.
3.
He wasn't aware of the transition into dreaming, it just sort of happened. And it felt so real.
He remembered groggily becoming aware that his wife was clenching her ass cheeks against his penis - clench, release, clench, release - slowly building a rhythm. He could feel an erection building, as well as a growing awareness of his surroundings.
Still feeling like he was in a dream, he began moving his hips in time to her rhythm, and started to make thrusting movements in time to her clenches.
As his arm over her side he moved his hand across the front of her torso - gently stroking with his fingertips - then felt for the lower hem of her tank top. Rick slid his fingers between her warm flesh and the material, and felt the firm, smooth swelling of her lower breast. As his fingertips traced her curves and drew closer to her nipples, he felt the heat rising as her nipples hardened. With a scissoring motion his fingers pinched her hot nipples, tweaking and turning, and his thumb caressed the swell of her breast.
During this concentration his rhythm had suffered somewhat, so he refocused and began bouncing his attention back and forth between stimulating her nipples and grinding his growing cock between her clenching ass cheeks.
Her movements shifted, and she began to slide up and down his erection as she gripped him. Her hand reached around awkwardly for his hip and pulled him against her, her rhythm gradually increasing in pace.
He shifted his arm until his hand which had been cupping your breast slid between her ribs and the mattress, then pulled her torso towards him and used this grip as an anchor.
Her breathing came in louder gasps, increasing pace with their movements, then she pulled away from him and, releasing his hip with her hand, quickly slid her thong panties down her smooth legs and kicked them free under the covers. She fumbled back around and hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers - he quickly let go of her rib cage, hooked his boxers with a thumb and yanked them down as far as he could reach.
Her questing hand found his cock, now hot and throbbing from their grinding, and wrapping her fingers around him she slid her tightening grip up and down the length of his shaft - pulling hard, desperately. He moved his arm back over her torso to get a firm grip for leverage, then as she guided him towards her ass he pulled her towards him.
