It was December Thirteenth. Thirteen days until Christmas. It had been a long busy day, but here we were, standing outside in the cold at eight at night, standing on a lonely hilltop to catch a glimpse of comet Leonard, low on the horizon, blazing through space at over a hundred fifty thousand miles an hour. It was still twenty one million miles from us, but that was as close as it was going to get. It was literally a once in a lifetime event, since this particular comet was going to flash through the solar system and then off into deep space, never to visit earth again.
I stepped behind my wife and wrapped my arms around her while she held the binoculars to her eyes to see what looked like just a fuzzy star to the naked eye. It wasn't particularly spectacular, but it was an unusual event, a Christmas star, so to speak. After holding her for some minutes, I unzipped her coat part way and started to unbutton the front of the dress she'd worn to the Christmas party we just left, intending to slip my hands in and play with her big, soft thirty-eight double D's.
"What are you doing?" she hissed at me.
"Playing," I whispered as I stopped unbuttoning and let my hands cup her breasts through her dress and bra.
"Really? Out here?"
"It's a once in a lifetime thing. When else would you ever get the chance to say you made out in the light of a Christmas star."
"I'm not making out, out in the open like this, Christmas star or not. Besides, it's cold and your hands are cold!"
"We have a nice warm car right over there," I whispered, letting my fingers try and stroke her nipples through the heavy padded bra she had on.
"Having sex in the back seat of a car? I'd have thought you'd have grown out of such childish things after forty years."
"What's to grow out of. You still turn me on. You have a sexy body. I THINK you like what I do, why not do it in the car?"
"Because it's not as comfortable for me as you might think it is. Besides, if you really need to get your wickies off, there's a nice warm bed at home."
"But by the time we get home, the mood will have changed."
"Who says there's a mood at all? For you maybe, but it's cold, my legs are cold and now that you have my coat open, the cold air is freezing my boobs. Not the kind of thing to make me turned on. You wanna have sex in the cold? Why not just walk over there and you can wank yourself off in the light of the Christmas star. I'm not getting undressed out here."
"You can be a killjoy sometimes," I said out loud. "I wish you'd be a little more like you were when we were first married. You were so full of fun and adventure," I whispered to myself, thinking...no hoping, she wouldn't hear it, because it'd cause another of our fights over sex. They always turned out the same. We USED to have a lot of fun, before the kids came along. Now that they were all out of the house, I'd hoped some of it would come back. It was an old argument, that I never won. I pulled my hands from inside her coat and zipped it up and stepped back from her, putting two feet or so between us. Yeah, the mood was definitely gone now.
"I heard that," she said as she put the binoculars down. "Trust me, you don't want to open that barn door," she whispered, almost as if she thought I wouldn't hear it. Then she shook her head and added louder, "I think I've seen enough. I'm ready to go home."
"Sure," I said, turning and walking across the small field towards where we parked the car. We drove home without another word. If she was affected by my obvious disappointment, she didn't say anything.
We got home and both of us changed into pj's, me in my usual sleep shorts since I always got so warm in bed at night, and her in a pair of flannel pajamas. Even through the flannel top she had on I could see her breasts wiggling and her nipples push the material out as she bustled around the kitchen taking care of the daily dishes before bed. It gave me a hard-on as I watched TV, and her at the same time. She came in to sit on the other end of our sectional sofa, in 'her' recliner, while I sat on the other end in mine. If she saw my dick tenting up my pajama shorts, she didn't say anything. She just pulled out her phone and started to read the book she'd been reading for the last week. No, there was definitely no mood left, if it even existed anywhere other than in my own mind to start with.
Sunday morning was normally our sleep in morning. We didn't need to leave for church until nine, so lying in bed until eight was a luxury we only got once a week. I felt my wife climb from the bed around what must have been sevenish, given the light filtering in through the windows. I heard the toilet flush and then moments later felt the bed move again. I felt her roll over in the bed and snuggle against my back, my sleepy brain feeling the soft warmth of her bare breasts pressed against my back as her arm snaked around me and her hand pressed against my chest as she molded herself against me. She wiggled around to get comfortable and then I felt the soft steady breathing return as she fell back asleep.
When the alarm went off at eight, I slapped my phone to turn it off. I stretched, or tried too, my wife still molded to my back. "Do we have to?" she groaned softly, not moving her arm that held us together.
"Not if you don't want to be on time for church," I answered back.
"Oh. Alright," she said, releasing me. I tossed the covers back and sat up, looking back at my wife. I looked back at her and was somewhat surprised to see her completely naked. Most of the time she didn't even get completely naked when we were having sex. I looked at her for long seconds. "What?" she asked with a little scowl on her face.
"Nothing. Just enjoying the view."
"What's to enjoy. It's just fat old woman tits," she said without moving. "Now go turn on the water."
"Yes ma'am," I said, rolling my eyes at her obvious lack of mood. I pushed myself out of bed and padded the short distance to the bathroom. I stepped into my custom built walk in shower and turned on both sets of spray heads, the automatic controls set for each of our preferred water temperatures. "Water's warm," I called as I stepped under the spray head on my side. She walked in a few moments later and stepped under the spray on her side. She was only under it for a few moments when she turned around and changed the selector valve so she had water coming from both her overhead and her hand wand. She took the wand down from its bracket and used it to spray over herself and then used it to wet her long brown hair. She put the sprayer back and shampooed her hair while I finished washing myself. I was just about to turn off my water and leave the shower when she stopped me.
