My wife is bored, and I know this because a few nights ago as we slunk into our oversize pajamas after putting our beautiful children to bed, she told me so.
“God I miss feeling like a woman.”
I was supposed to pick the kids up today, but I showed up empty handed.
Of course, her first concern was for the children, but I asked my mother for a favor. I told her it was handled while I silenced her protests with my mouth, slowly guiding her towards the kitchen wall.
I slid one hand around her waist and turned her so that she was facing the wall, my other hand finding its way into her hair. Gently, I pulled her head back as I pressed my erection against her ass and bit at her neck. My other hand found its way up her shirt and rolled her nipple between my fingertips. The sound that escaped her mouth can only be described as a whimper as her hips pressed back against mine.