"Corey! I'm gone!" My wife called from the front door. "I'll call you when I land."
"Have a great trip, honey." I said coming out of the kitchen and wrapping my arms around her. I kissed her softly and then squeezed her ass. "I'll be ready when you get back."
She giggled pulling away from me. "You're incorrigible."
"You love it." I smiled at her and then lifted her two suitcases and carried them out to the cab waiting on her. "Have a safe trip, and we will see you in a week."
My wife sighed and looked back at our house. I know she was thinking about our daughter. "Please try to get through to her. She's making a huge mistake."
I lifted her face to look at me with my finger under her chin. "Kelsey is an adult now and she can make her own decisions. But I'll talk to her. I love you."
My wife smiled and then kissed me again lightly on the lips. She slid into the cab and I stood there at the end of our driveway and waved at her until the car was out of sight.
"I'm going out." Kelsey said meeting me at the foot of the stairs when I had come back inside.
"Your mother just left." I reminded her.
"Okay." She pushed past me and grabbed her bookbag and then repeated. "I'm going out."
"Okay. Will you be home for dinner?"
"Dad. I'm an adult."
"I didn't ask about your age. I just wanted to know if I should cook enough for two or if I can be a bachelor tonight."
She smiled at me. Her mother and I had very different approaches on how to handle her. We always had. "Enjoy your bachelor pad tonight. I don't know when I'll be home."
"Okay. Be safe, and Kelsey?" I said as she turned and opened the door, one foot already outside.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." I always made it a point to make sure I said it with every departure whether it be with my wife or my daughter. I am a paramedic and I have seen too many lives cut short to not let someone know how important they are.
"Love you too, Dad." She said almost as an afterthought. I watched her get into her car and drive away.
Now having the house to myself I did what any red-blooded forty year old man does: surf porn.
It had been almost a week since I'd had sex. My wife's work schedule was really picking up, and I couldn't be happier nor more proud of her. Unfortunately something always has to give. Lately that had been our sex life.
I suppose every marriage goes through phases. I know ours sure did. There were times when we couldn't keep our hands off of each other, and then there were times where we would go long stretches without physical intimacy. Not by my choice mind you!
Thankfully this was one of those very rare occasions where I actually had the house to myself and I wouldn't have to worry about interruptions. So that meant porn on the big screen TV in the living room.
Deep down I guess I've always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, and enjoyed nudity. My wife did not subscribe to the same school of thought. Even before we had Kelsey we didn't run around naked very often. Not that there was much time before Kelsey.
We got pregnant with her from a drunk New Year's Eve party in college. I was twenty years old and my girlfriend (now wife) was nineteen. We were both still way too young to know how to raise a child, but I did the honorable thing and married her. We actually got very lucky and though we are far from perfect we are happy.
Mostly happy.
Happy enough to have made a twenty year marriage work and still going strong.
I set up the laptop from the sofa and mirrored it to the large television on the wall. This was the way I really enjoyed porn. Big and loud. I removed all of my clothes and went to our bedroom to grab the lube. It was refreshing to walk through the entire house without anything on.
It made me start to chub up just at the thought of what was coming. Sometimes the anticipation is better than anything else. I settled on the sofa and brought up my favorite site.
