It was approaching midnight when I heard her key in the lock. My wife was coming home from her “girls night out.” One Friday a month, she went out with her `friends from the office,’ she said, dressed to the nines. Most times she brought me an anal creampie. I wondered if I would be lucky this time and get one more anal creampie. Our children were grown and living on their own. Our older son earned an engineering degree playing football on scholarship at the state university. A couple of years later, our younger daughter had met a very nice young man in her freshman year at the same university, married him and was presently pregnant with what would be their second child.
When Sue first started going out on Friday nights, I would watch her prepare. A scented bath, followed by the careful application of her makeup, and then stepping into some of the sexy underwear I’d given her down through the years, plus sometimes, a special bra that I didn’t remember seeing before.
“Oh, I bought it from Victoria’s Secrets over the Internet,” she’d tell me. I knew that wasn’t true. I was far more computer literate than her, and was easily able to track all her online purchases. But I didn’t make an issue out of it. It was part of the game we played.
Tonight, I’d worked a little late, had dinner with a friend from the office and returned to an empty home, but one I knew wouldn’t be empty for long.
When she came into the family room, she had a wide grin on her face, and I knew immediately that I was going to be lucky tonight.
“Hi, Jack! Ready for your anal creampie?” she asked.
“You bet!” I responded, getting up out of my chair and lying down in my customary place, on the shag throw rug in front of the fireplace. It wasn’t cold enough for a fire. Too bad. Receiving my anal creampie in front of a well-laid fire was always a Kodak moment.
From my prone position on the floor, I watched my gorgeous wife walk over until she was straddling my head. I could look straight up at her crotch, and admired the glossy material of her thong.
Grinning down at me, she asked, “See my anal creampie, Darling?”
“Oh, is that what that is! I thought it was the shiny material of your panties. Does that mean your pussy and ass are oozing,
Sweetheart?”