My wife has been travelling extensively for a work assignment for the past three months. She is typically gone all week, home for a couple of days, then gone again. Sometimes, like now, it is multiple weeks between visits home. It marks the most distance between us, for the longest periods of time, in our marriage. Needless to say, there is often a lot of pent-up passion when she returns, however briefly she is home.
She ended one of her travel stints Thursday night. This is the story of how I welcomed her home.
I woke Friday morning intent on clearing the path (and the house) for a day filled with welcome home sex. My wife had arrived home late Thursday night, cuddled with the kids, and passed out. Friday, I got them each off to their day camps. My wife and I both needed an adult day. I had taken the day off to make it happen.
While the kids waited in the car, I walked back into the bedroom, leaned over and kissed my wife, whispering, ‘We are about to have the house to ourselves all day.”