Diane had just finished washing the dishes from breakfast when her smart phone beeped to remind her of an appointment. She dried her hands and took the phone out of her pocket. The screen read that she had an appointment in the laundry room in five minutes titled "Conjugal Duties".
Diane had a habit of checking her phone's organizer several times a day and was certain that had not been there last night when she checked it last. It was probably a joke made by her husband, Brian, but it reminded her that she did have almost half an hour before she had to start dinner to have it ready in time for the kids coming home. The time would be well spent doing laundry.
She took a hamper and made the rounds of the bedrooms gathering all the dirty laundry there. She separated it into whites, lights, darks and delicates and decided there were enough whites and darks to warrant two full loads for the washer. She loaded the whites and started the machine.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when hands covered her eyes from behind.
"Guess who," whispered Brian.
"A random jackass, home early from work," said Diane when she finally caught her breath. Her heart was still pounding when Brian turned her around in his arms. She glared at him and the mischief present in his blue eyes. Just as she opened her mouth to reprimand him, he swooped in and kissed her. His tongue plundered her slack mouth, taking her breath away all over again. His lips suckled her own and Diane felt herself respond to the ferocity of the kiss. All the adrenaline from being startled converted to arousal. She had just started to lick Brian's tongue when he pulled back.
"How long has it been since we last kissed like that," he asked, prompting Diane to really concentrate and search her memory for the relevant information. "Three weeks," he answered his own question, and Diane realized it was true. "And tomorrow will be a month since we last made love."
"I know, dear, and I miss your touch myself, but you know how it is," said Diane. "Between shuttling our ailing parents from hospital to hospital, and the kids' school, and I've had to work nights and your job..."
Brian shushed Diane with a finger to her lips. He started to run that finger in slow circles around her open lips, tracing and tickling just the parts where lip met skin. "There can be no excuse for a healthy, thirty-something married couple to not have sex for a month," said Brian, and Diane realized he was right, especially if the blood running to her loins was any indication. Brian moved his finger from her lips and stroked her jaw with his whole hand. His other hand was tickling her wrist. He kissed her again, much softer this time, and Diane could finally kiss back.
As their tongues battled, Brian reached down and unbuttoned her blouse. He ran his hands over her ribs, and her breathing hitched. She tried to run her hands through Brian's hair, but he yanked the blouse off of her shoulders and left it to hang by her hands, still buttoned at the cuffs. Now she couldn't touch him and she pulled back from their kiss and gave him a questioning look.
"I made this appointment and I will take my pleasure from you in whatever manner I want. Hopefully, you will learn not to be too tired all the time," he said and kissed her again. Diane could feel herself getting wet and accepted the slightly kinky premise. It was not like they had not done similar things in the past, and, after ten years of marriage, Brian knew how to push her buttons. He moved her to the folding table. His fingers walked over her tummy, pulling upwards by the nails and leaving slightly red marks in their wake. Diane gasped in time with his scratches as he kissed her neck. When his hands reached her bra, he unhooked it and let her breasts bounce free for a moment before he hefted them.
