It was 5:00, or just about that time. My wife (short, brown hair, curvy 20-something) was due home at any moment. It had been a bit of a long day for me, not because of stress from work or anything like that, but simply because I had been thinking about her from the moment I woke up. I was going to woo and swoon her all night if I needed to, but I was going to be with her in the most intimate ways possible. I had thought about texting her at work, letting her know how I felt, but it wasn’t necessary.
She walked in the door and I greeted her with a hug, after the dog said hello first of course. We kissed, a deep, meaningful kiss and then started talking about her day. I made sure to leave little touches on her hips, back, and butt, and by the time she was settled in, I imagine she had some idea of what I was thinking. I was sitting on the end of one couch, and she was in the chair to the left. All I said was, “Hey… you wanna have sex?”