My Lazy Sunday

Sunday afternoon the grass needed mowed so Adam was occupied there. I had cleaned the kitchen's lunch mess and had supper in the crockpot. The house was relatively clean. Sure there was a load or two of laundry that needed done however my bed... I could almost hear it calling my name. It was to be a lazy Sunday. I couldn't fight it. I didn't even want to fight it.

I went upstairs, stripped naked and climbed between the sheets. I must have slept like a rock because the next thing I remember was not knowing what day it was, where I was, what time it was, who I was or anything of the sort. All I knew was that I was not alone.

I opened my eyes to see Adam standing there smiling. We talked a minute or two. I was still pretty groggy as he told me he had an errand to run, that he'd be back.

Partly because I didn't want him to go and mostly because ... well... I just couldn't resist... I told him I was naked (as if he didn't know that since my clothes were in a heap on the floor). He started to laugh and dove into the bed with me. We played a little but nothing real involved. He did, afterall, need to leave.

When he got up, he went to the door and said "You could get dressed and go with me if you wanted." I told him "You are probably going to be there longer than I care to stay so go ahead. I'm fine here at home." I thought he was leaving at that point but he came back toward the bed, dropped his shorts and ripped all coverings from me.

I thought for sure an impromptu spanking was coming, but I asked anyhow "what are you doing?" I love the answer that my normally prim and proper hubby gave: "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm going to fuck my wife."

Cool. Fuck away. I was on my stomach and he didn't give me time to roll over. He just forced my legs apart and worked his way in. That's okay, I prefer it from behind anyway. He did his thing then gave my rear one swift swat with a promise of more later. And then he was gone. As I heard him descending the stairs I yelled "I'll be right here when you get back." He had a job to finish and he knew it.

I hate time constraints, but just WHEN did life get to be so darned good? It's moments such as these that are turning my world upside down these days. And the children wonder how in the world we occupy our time now that they are out of the house. One of them recently even expressed concern and sympathy for us saying it must be boring here in the house by ourselves. When we tell them we're fine, they think we are just trying to make them feel better.

But we're fine.

Honest.