I have to admit I enjoyed the last two weeks of having the bed all to myself. Not having to make his side in the morning is a small luxury. Unfortunately I still really missed him for all of the other reasons we've been married for all of these years.
I made certain that I'd thought through every detail before his plane landed because I knew he would be too tired to do any real thinking. I knew the combination of tending to his elderly aunt and her estate was taxing because we didn't do any naughty talk the entire trip. I my have entertained my self a couple of lonely nights but I'm pretty sure he didn't satisfy himself at all.
I'm not submissive by nature but I know when my man needs to be pampered. He was still somewhat energetic after his trip so I gave him a brief tour of the house to see the side projects I was able to accomplish while he was away. I showed him the wall I painted and the office I'd rearranged and the broken door I'd repaired.
I gave this tour while wearing the baggiest of t-shirts and sweatpants with my knee high socks underneath. This post-shower look always reminds him of the early days when we were in college with no money where we fucked like rabbits. I looked fun and I smelled amazing.
After the tour we sat and had dinner where we talked about what needed to be done over the next few days and weeks. There were a list of house projects and work projects that needed to itemized in order for his brain to completely shut down, otherwise he'd be working while I needed him to rest.
We finished dinner and cleaned the kitchen before watching two of our favorite shows to unwind. I lad in his lap while he played in my hair. I could have stayed in that position all night.
But that's not what he needed.
So we head upstairs with me in front him. I knew he was tired because he had no words for my ass juggling in front him as we ascended the staircase.
I headed directly to the bathroom and turned on the shower for him. He instinctively undressed and kissed me before jumping in the hot shower.
My typical routine of turning on the television was not going to be how the evening would begin. Instead I lit candles. I'd made a new playlist of 20 songs to keep us in the mood so I pressed play.
When he entered the bedroom after drying off he found me wearing only the t-shirt and socks. Though the shirt was baggy I made sure that he could see my neatly trimmed pussy waiting for him.
I asked him to lay down so I could straddle him. He obliged.
As his dick rubbed against my thighs I became wet thinking about what was coming next. I took the smallest amount of coconut oil from my night stand and rubbed my clit before leaning against his chest. I could feel his dick hardening between my thighs.
That's when I asked him for my list.
My husband then closed his eyes and began telling me about the women he'd met over the last two weeks and how they'd had some small but innocent connection. The flight attendant that smiled at his joke about the overhead bin. The hostess at the restaurant with short hair who flirted with him. The admissions director at the hospital that had asked if he was married.
