Whew. I was bushed, and I wasn't hesitant to say so after dinner. It's not that I don't help with the little chores around the house in the evening before TV time, but this particular night I was convinced I'd done my part for king and country, and had earned some self-serving, self-centered and somewhat selfish time in the recliner. I wasn't mean spirited or angry. But I did make my announcement without waiting for a reply as I scooted my chair back, put my napkin beside my now empty plate, and stood up, walking away from the table and out of the dining room. I didn't hear a word from my lady as I did, and as I sat down on my La-Z-Boy the sound of dishes being cleared from the table, rinsed and put into the dishwasher was heard in the background. Good. I'll do them tomorrow I thought.
Putting up the footrest, I sat my still full glass of sweet tea on the table beside me. I was kind of proud of myself that I remembered to use a coaster. That would help with points later. Who knows, might even help me get laid. Thinking about it a bit, I decided that with a peaceful exit of the work area I'd better not push my luck too much. The door closed on the dishwasher and it began to make it's nightly washing sounds. The light went off in the kitchen, and I heard our bedroom door close, and soon could hear the sound of the shower harmonizing with the draining of the first phase of the dishes' journey back to the cabinet.
Reaching for the remote, I soon found a ball game on ESPN to my liking, and sat it back down within easy reach. One at a time, I flipped off my loafers letting them land where they would.
As the pitcher worked and the commentators made conversation I heard the door open, and turning my head saw the light vanish as our bedroom light was flicked off. Footsteps followed, and the kitchen light flipped on. I heard her open the refrigerator and the clink of glass. She'd retrieved the half bottle of Chablis we'd cracked the night before last. I almost called out for her to bring me a beer, but thought better of it. So far, things were going too well on my night off, and some things just don't need to be piled up. Besides, with two outs and the count full I was pretty sure I'd take a break in a minute during the commercial and go grab one myself. The refrigerator opened again and then closed. What was that? I turned my head and tilted it, my ear pointed toward the sound I'd just heard. To an observer, I'd have looked a lot like our beagle when he tilts his head upon recognizing a word or name. Only my ears couldn't perk up like his. It was the sound of a can opening. A beer can. Could it be? Be still my heart!
I decided it would be good for me to feign not hearing anything and appear to be watching the game when she came in so she could enjoy "surprising" me with the little gift. I took one last puff, and turned to put the pipe back in its holder when I felt a hand on my shoulder. She'd walked around to the other side of the kitchen to approach me from behind. She reached around and sat a full glass of beer down (on a napkin for a coaster... my tea was still fairly full on the brass one with the leather insert). There was a perfect head of foam on it, and the little bubbles danced in the light from the lamp beside me.
Then I felt it. Her hand slipped over my shoulder and down the open collar of my shirt while her other hand slipped through my hair and massaged my head nicely. OK. That's it. Baby's horny. I think maybe I have enough stamina left to enjoy a bit of loving. After all, she has let me rest up so far. Smiling, I thought it would be good for me to even kiss her a bit, nuzzle her neck, and get her all fired up. After all, she had indeed earned a good orgasm. I'd be less than a good man if I didn't take care of her.
Looking up to smile, my eyebrows raised with a start. She'd donned a wonderful, silky black little negligee. Oh my. Momma wants a good fucking. I suddenly knew it was gonna' be one great night.
"You like?", she asked playfully.
"Oh yeah, baby. I like. I really, really like."
With that she stepped around in front of me and swung one leg over my legs, recliner rest and all. Her little black gown-lette slipped up over her full thighs as her legs spread wide, her dark pussy fur fully exposed and touching my knees as she put her hands on my shoulders and leaned over, putting her open mouth on mine. A wet and wonderful tongue kiss followed, and soon she was aggressively thrusting her tongue deep, over and over. My hands instinctively reached around her hips as I stroked the small of her back with my fingertips, the silky nightie moving over her soft skin. I felt her ample round ass flex as she began to slowly hump my legs, slipping her pussy over my knees. A long, deep, sexy moan came from deep inside her.
