Ch. 14: Your Fault, My Fault -- Thursday
The alarm went off at its usual time Thursday morning, but Jan didn't turn it off as usual; didn't roll out of bed to be first in the shower and then push Tim out of bed afterwards. Instead, the damn thing just got louder and louder until Tim crawled over himself and hit the snooze button. 'Crawled over an empty space,' entered his mind. Then suddenly, it all came rushing in. Jan wasn't here because she'd had to get up three hours earlier so she could go in and take part in a VTC with some people in Holland.
She'd managed to get up on time, probably using a different alarm on her smart phone, and gotten washed and dressed and out of here without disturbing Tim at all. He was impressed, in a distracted manner. Not sure if it was her stealth or his deep slumber that was more responsible for him sleeping through her entire exit.
Regardless, he was on his own and managed to drag his ass out of bed after only using the snooze button once. He showered, shaved and dressed and then headed for the kitchen. Jan had put on a pot of coffee and it only needed a short zap in the microwave. While he drank it and ate some yogurt with granola, he sent her a text.
"Good morning, my love. How'd it go? Great, I'm sure!" With a heart emoji.
An hour later, as he settled into his desk and scoped out the overnight e-mails and the day ahead, his phone dinged with her response.
"Thank you, baby. Yes, it went very well." With a thumbs up symbol.
Then two minutes later his phone dinged again.
"Did you cum on my ass?!"
Tim laughed and thought about how to answer. He remembered how she'd looked as he crouched over her.
"Yes. Marble in the moonlight; how could I resist?"
"?" came her response.
"Later," he replied.
Later turned out to be about 5:45; his usual time for getting home from work.
He walked in the front door and saw Jan's coat on its hook in the foyer. Music was playing on the house system, but instead of the dance tracks of the previous days, it was a soft jazz; their more normal background music for winding down from days at their offices.
"Hey, baby, I'm home," he offered to the house.
"In the bedroom," came his wife's response.
He made his way down the hall, loosening his tie and the top button on his shirt as he did. The bedroom door was open and when he walked in he saw luggage and clothes on the bed.
Janice met him with a kiss. "Good timing," she said. "I think I've got everything we need and you can check to make sure I haven't missed anything." She moved back to the bed.
She'd not only laid out her whole wardrobe for the coming long weekend, she'd done the same for him. On one side of the bed were her dresses and casual outfits and on the other side were his. He laughed. "It's a little OCD, but hallelujah, you've saved me!"
He actually hadn't been sure what he should wear to the dance club, but she'd put together two outfits for him that perfectly complimented the Little Black Dress and the Little Red Dress she would be wearing. She even had shoes selected for him and he noticed they both had leather soles, which should make for smoother dancing.
"I know we're going to the same nightclub both nights, but we're going to different restaurants, right?" she asked as she moved around the bed straightening up socks and briefs.
"That's right," he admitted.
"So, I've only packed one sports coat for you, because it goes with both of your outfits and I expect you'll only be wearing it at the restaurants and not at the club."
"Oh my God," Tim said in a suddenly sad tone. "I've really fucked up."
Janice's eyes popped open in confusion. "What? Fucked up? What do you mean? Don't you want to go?"
Tim rushed into the room and took his wife in his arms. "No, no, no," he said firmly. "That's not what I mean. In fact, quite the opposite." He gently brushed Janice's hair away from her worried eye and ran his fingers over her high cheekbone and down along her chin.
"You look like a kid at Christmas," he said sweetly, planting a light kiss on the tip of her nose. "But it shouldn't be such a special, no; it shouldn't be such a rare occasion. I know how much you love to go dancing, but it's been years since I've taken you out. That's where I fucked up. I promise that it won't be years, not even one, before I ask you to dance with me, ever again." He looked deep into her eyes, hoping she saw that he truly meant what he said.
The way she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss made it clear that she did. "Oh, baby! Thank you." She kissed him again. "Oh, it's my own fault too," she said. "I know you would have taken me if I asked, but I guess I just wanted you to ask me, not the other way around." She laid her head against his chest. "God, I didn't even know I was playing such a junior high school game until now."
He laughed into her hair. "I guess that makes us even, just a couple of junior high kids, still finding their way in the confusing world of love."
She turned her face up to him with a smile, but then her face got serious. "I'm glad we still have such...innocence...in our love. But we should also be way beyond that." She stroked his cheek, then with her other hand grabbed his crotch, making Tim jump.
Her voice became a growl as she said, "If I can tell you I want you to eat me, or fuck me, or spank me, then I should be able to tell you I want to go dancing."
Tim stroked her cheek. "Yes. And no." Then he put his other hand on top of hers in his crotch. "I love it when you let me know what you want, let me know that you do want it. But I should also never stop trying to seduce the most wonderful woman in the world." He gave her a longer, deeper kiss.
"Baby," he said. "Will you go dancing with me?"
"You bet your ass," she smiled; her lips still against his.
"And will you let me spank you?" he added, his grin going crooked.
She gave his face a playful slap. Then she squeezed his cock. "I did say that, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did."
