Working At Home

I put in a few hard miles on the exercise bike this morning, afterward feeling glum because my wife had picked up yet another shift. I’d been looking forward to another mid-morning romp. Remote working and her reducing hours at work had been a wet dream, we hadn’t been having this kind of sex since we were newlyweds. But now she was working just as many hours as before, so these new interludes while our kid was at school were getting rare. She saw me sitting at the edge of the bed when she got out of the vanity and bent to give me peck on the cheek, giving my leg a squeeze as encouragement for sticking with my morning workouts. (She sure knows what makes me tick) She noticed that I was a little hard in my workout shorts from my revved up heart rate and reached inside them to give me a playful rub.

“I can help you with that before I go, if you want,” she offered.

“Please, babe?”

“It won’t be as good as inside me, but I’d like doing it for you.”

She kissed me fully this time, opening her mouth, her eyes rolling a bit before our lips met as they do when she’s feeling horny. By then I was rock hard in her hand and she stroked firmer as she slipped her tongue between my lips. She backed off before we could get sloppy, turning to look in the mirror to see if her makeup was smeared.

“Do you want to take your clothes off and be more comfortable?”

I took my shoes and socks off as she put her purse down.