PLAYTIME – CHAP. XXIII – HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN

PLAYTIME – CHAP. XXIII –
HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN…..

Arriving home from Texas after an exhausting three-week business trip, John missed his wife. She met him as he came in. “I’ve missed you,” he said. She replied, “And I’ve missed parts of you.” A Thursday night, which meant she fixed dinner for their once-a-week shared “special” meal.
“Got a plan, baby,” she said. “Let’s just eat, then we’ll decide what’s next, okay?”
“Okay by me. I’m tired. It’s not easy to sit in a plane for several hours and basically do nothing. It’s like sitting at a desk all day.”
She’d debated with herself whether to actually keep the secret of last weekend, or just go ahead and spill the beans. Spill, she thought, ‘cause we’re probably going to be with that woman again. And he IS my husband. She’s hot, and my-god-kinky. Whether her stories are true or not, she’s certainly a wild woman just to think these up.

The couple ate amid sandalwood incense and candles, while Carole King sang softly in the background.

“So far away … doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore …. it would be so nice to see your face at my door …”

John had missed the fun he was having lately with his wife of 30 years…this kinky sexual adventurism thing. He’d been stuck in a round of business day and night, barely a chance to enjoy the nightlife of the city made for enjoyment.