As I swirled my tongue around her erect nipple, I noticed she was anxiously rubbing her thighs together. That was my cue ….
Rewind a few minutes….
It’s a Tuesday in Casa De Publius, a weekday filled with annual curriculum testing for the kids, work stress for the adults, and a double ear infection for the dog. Not the most promising foundation for good times of the sexual kind.
But…my wife is hot. She’s 5’4″, 125 lbs, Irish, sparkling blue eyes, radiant brown hair that flows halfway down her back, perky 36D breasts, and an ass that is increasingly shapely. After birthing two children and enduring all the normal stresses brought on by aging and parenting, she has turned into a Pilates fiend. She is in her 40s but looks like she did when she was 27. I cannot get enough.
Earlier today, thinking of her while at work, I texted her: “I want to trace every contour of your body with my fingertips, my lips, and my tongue.”
She wrote back quickly. “It sounds like we should put the kids to bed early.”