We had been married for about a year. Tucker and I work at the same location, but he goes in about an hour after I do and gets home usually well after me. I start dinner and we eat after he gets home and has a chance to unwind. Pretty usual, I would say, for a young couple. It was a Friday evening, about 7:00 when I got in. My period had just ended and as we always do, we abstain from sex during that time. I wear a tampon during the day and a pad at night, so instead of sleeping nude, I wear panties. All we do during that time is cuddle (which is hard on him and equally hard on me and no pun intended!). After 5 days, I was just as horny as he was and was looking forward to the evening.
I was in the kitchen when he got home, working at the sink. I heard the door open and called out, "I'm in here, Tuck."
I heard him drop his stuff by the door and his footsteps coming into the room, but I didn't turn around. "How was your day?"
"Not bad," he said, coming up behind me. I felt his arms come around me under my arms, his hands sliding under my top and cupping my breasts. "Hmm. Something smells awfully good." I turned, in his arms, wet hands and all, and kissed him. Not your usual 'peck on the lips, welcome home', but a deep "Hey! I'm here!" kind of kiss, the kind I know he'll respond to in the way I was looking for!
"When I said 'something smells good', I wasn't necessarily referring to what was on the stove" he laughed. Not that my cooking is all that bad; it just isn't all that good! But a girl has other ways to make up for a lack of cooking skills and I think I had those skills pretty well mastered. "What's on the stove?" he asked.
"Nothing that won't keep" I replied, a twinkle in my eye (actually, nothing was on the stove since all the action I hoped for tonight had little, is anything to do with the kitchen!). His reaction was just what I hoped it would be! He kissed me again, his hands moving down to cup the cheeks of my ass, pulling my hips forward, grinding my pubic mound against the growing hardness in his pants. "My, someone sure is hungry" I said, laughing in his ear. "Unless I'm seriously mistaken, there's another person in this room with the same degree of hunger and, I might observe, hungry for the same meal!" he responded, returning my jest.
We kissed again, deeply. My hands were tangled in his hair, as I rubbed my breasts against his chest. His hands moved to zipper of my jeans, swiftly pulling it down and trying to slip his hand inside. "Wait" I said, undoing the snap at the waist. These jeans were pretty tight and there was barely enough room for me in them, let alone his big hand! It didn't take him long to get his fingers working at the top of my pussy, lightly rubbing the mound through the silky material and trying to get to the groove of my sex.
I was feeling particularly playful, so I reached behind me and scooped up a handful of water from the sink. I splashed the water at him, ducked under his arms, and ran to the doorway to the living room, turning and sticking my tongue out at him, laughing as he sputtered with water running into his eyes and nose. "You little devil! Wait till I catch you!" and the chase was on! Since my jeans had started to slip over my hips, I couldn't have run fast if I tried, not that I was trying too hard! He took three steps and caught me by the couch. He sat down, pulling me forward and over his lap (YES, a playful spanking to start things off!). I landed face down (a bit of artful turning involved here) and, in a flash, he had my jeans down to my knees, with my panty covered ass under his hand. Tucker knows to not spank too hard – it's all play for us. He whacked me several times but, since his hand was cupped, it made lots of noise, but didn't hurt. Next he peeled my panties down, exposing my cheeks. He whacked those a few times, a lot softer now, with a quite a bit of caressing the cheeks and into the crack, between these playful swats. I was busy grinding my mound against his thighs, kicking off my sneakers. I was really getting turned on by this point! One of his fingers found the bud of my anus, probing and pressuring it, while his other fingers were busy traveling downward to my very wet sex.
Since he wasn't holding me, I wiggled off his lap, landing on my feet. I was holding my jeans up with one hand, laughing and trying to get away (actually, I wanted to head for the bedroom, but he had other ideas!). "Oh, no you don't! You started this and I know just how to finish it!" he said, making a grab for my arm. I avoided his grab and scooted down the hall, headed towards the bedroom. He caught me just outside the bathroom.
"So, you want to play, do you?" he muttered. "Well, we'll just see about that!" He started to tickle me as we stood in the hallway. Now, I'm VERY ticklish! He knows that and he also knows that when he tickles me, I have to pee!
"Tucker, if you don't stop that, I'll pee right here in the hall!" I'm laughing, he's laughing, and I'm still holding my jeans up and wiggling around as he keeps it up. I slip away from him, dodge into the bathroom, skin down my jeans and panties to my ankles, and just make it to the toilet before I start to pee. He follows me in and, as I finish and wipe myself, he grabs me and picks me off the pot. My jeans and panties are still around my feet as he throws me over his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom. I'm laughing so hard the tears are running down my cheeks. He's busy slapping playfully at my upturned ass since I'm upside down over his shoulder and naked from the waist down and; by the way, he's copping a MAJOR feel of my ass, my pussy, whatever he can reach.
