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"When are you coming to bed?" It was getting late, and Cathy sounded half asleep as she called out from the small bedroom of the modest ranch-style home.
"I'm trying to get a start on this new novel I've been obsessing about," Kevin responded as he shifted his weight on the hard wooden chair in front of his computer desk. "I can't come up with any ideas for decent plot or interesting characters." He had taken a few literature courses in college before dropping out in midstream during his junior year, but he hadn't had much luck as an aspiring author. At twenty-eight, he worked for a local moving company, which kept him in good physical shape and offered a flexible schedule.
"Come to bed and snuggle. I'm in the mood to play tonight. I've been feeling horny all day, and I haven't seen much of you. You've been at that damned computer ever since you finished dinner."
"Just a couple more minutes, hon." Kevin stared at the blank screen for another three minutes and then shut the machine down. He watched the monitor flicker and turn dark. "Damn," he said out loud, expressing his frustration. He hadn't even been able to come up with a place to start. "I'll brush my teeth and be right there." He walked to the bathroom, turning off lights on his way. Tonight he hurried his brushing, instead of following the dental hygienist's advice to brush for a full two minutes. He loved Cathy, his twenty-five-year-old wife of three years, and enjoyed their snuggling when his brain was not worrying about points of view, action tags and an assortment of other guidelines that can bug any unpublished author obsessed with getting things right. Tonight, however, his mind was blank. Cathy's petite body felt warm and cuddly as he spooned up behind her.
"I love you, Kev," she whispered.
He kissed the back of her neck. Her hair ticked his nose as he sniffed her skin. She smelled good. "Love you too, hon." His body began to relax, but all of a sudden his mind switched on and his thoughts raced.
A mystery, yes - that's it! I'll write a mystery. But erotica sells. Maybe I should write something dirty. Okay, murder and a lot of sex. Or I could do an historical novel, but there's no time to do the research. I can't get my head around sex in the seventeenth century. Damn, there's got to be something - maybe a paranormal story about vampires. Shit, I wouldn't know where to start. Hmmm, I vant to suck your cock. No. Damn it all, anyway!
Cathy moaned softly, but Kevin had stopped touching. "Are you going to sleep?" she asked.
"Sorry, love, but I just can't get in the mood tonight. I can't stop thinking about that damned novel."
"It'll just come to you some day. Now give me a kiss and let's sleep."
Kevin lay awake for another half hour wondering about the basic genre of his unwritten novel. He had already written a romance, but all the editors told him that it lacked spice and would not appeal to the predominantly female readers of romantic stories. His second attempt was a more erotic story, but the editors all thought it lacked romance and was too pornographic. He would try one more time, and if he couldn't publish this one, he'd quit trying. He figured three strikes would mean the game was over. Before finally drifting off to sleep, a crazy thought ran through his head. One more rejection and I'll take an art class. Maybe I can make it as an artist.
On waking to the sound of their alarm, both occupants of the bed found that the arrangement of their two bodies had changed. Cathy was snuggled up behind her husband and their Siamese cat Buster was curled up at the foot of the bed.
Kevin hit the button that ended the loud buzz of the clock and stated the obvious. "Time to get up, love." Having stretched voluptuously, Cathy inhaled a deep breath of air laced with the aroma of the purple lilacs blooming just outside the open windows. The high wooden fence surrounding their yard allowed them to sleep without closing their drapes, except for those mornings when they could sleep in. The sun had not yet risen, but the morning's soft predawn glow provided ample illumination within the room.
Ignoring the morning's light and the now silenced alarm, Cathy wiggled her warm body against her husband's strong back. Snuggling her firm breasts against his skin, she threw a leg over his, and said, "Let's stay in bed this morning." They slept nude, regardless of the season, and both enjoyed the sensual feel of skin on skin. "Mmmm," she moaned softly as she wiggled some more. "I love how you feel, and I'm still very horny. In fact, I'm pretty wet right now."
Kevin could not totally ignore her perky nipples and obvious proposition. He rolled to where he could kiss around her closed eyes and down her nose. Their lips met, soft and loving. His fingers lightly traced a path down her backbone and onto her smooth buns. He pulled her body tightly to his. "I love you, Cathy," he whispered, "but I really don't have time to play this morning. Can I get a rain check?"
Reaching down, she took his soft penis in her hand. "Only if you promise to be good," she teased as she gave him a gentle squeeze.
"I've got to pee," he muttered, and slid out of bed, accompanied by Buster, who hit the bare hardwood floor with a thud and scampered into the bathroom ahead of the man who he knew would fill his water bowl. A few minutes later Kevin arrived back in the bedroom. "Buster's got fresh water. Now, I've gotta get some coffee." Bending down, he kissed Cathy on the forehead. "You did set the timer last night, didn't you?"
"No, I thought you set it," she replied without opening her eyes.
"Oh, shit, you usually do it."
She grinned. "I did. I was just kidding."
"Never, ever, kid about my morning coffee." He leaned over the bed and kissed Cathy on the cheek. She looked so pretty curled up there with her eyes closed. He was tempted to climb back in with her, but he had to settle for one more kiss. He was already thinking about the busy day that lay ahead.
She smiled without opening her eyes. "Going to bring my coffee?" It was a needless question, as Kevin had been bringing her coffee every morning for the three years of their marriage. He'd put the cup on the counter by the bathroom sink where it could cool while she showered. On most mornings he'd go back in to watch her dry herself, commenting continually on how much he loved seeing her naked body move. She would usually playfully accuse him of being a perverted voyeur. On this morning, however, he felt he needed to get to work early. Since he was not destined to become a prizewinning author overnight, he was forced to work hard for a living. He had settled for driving a truck for the moving company. When with friends, he'd often complain about the low pay, but he'd then add that at least lifting furniture was good physical exercise. Cathy would usually then joke that she hadn't married him for his money. She'd just wanted his body.
Kevin was finishing his second bagel when Cathy walked into the kitchen. She looked hot in her short blue terrycloth bathrobe that hung open in front. She was a beautiful woman, and she was not the least bit shy about displaying her beauty to her husband. She obviously loved how he looked at her. As she walked toward him, he turned toward her, and his eyes traveled from her breasts down to her freshly-waxed crotch. Smiling a devilish smile, she ruffled his short brown hair. She then bent and kissed him on the forehead, before moving to the kitchen counter.
As she began refilling her cup, Kevin moved behind her and wrapped her in his strong arms, being careful not to make her spill her coffee. He kissed her on the back of the neck. This was one of the many spots on her body that he loved. "You look and smell wonderful this morning," he remarked.
Putting her cup down, she leaned back against him. His hands slid up and gently cupped her naked breasts, which were small and firm enough that she would often go braless. He loved it when men noticed her nipples. She would sometimes intentionally show them off by wearing a thin T-shirt. Kevin was not jealous of other guys if all they did was look, for he was proud of his wife and her perky rosebuds, and was thrilled that she also loved them.
His right hand moved slowly down over her flat stomach until he cradled her smooth pubic bone in his palm. His curled finger found her swollen clitoris. She moaned in response to his sensual discovery. From between the lips of her aroused pussy, he captured fresh wetness to lubricate his tender caress of this sensitive pleasure bud.
"I love how wet you get," he whispered. "I adore this slippery clit."
"You do that to me. You get me all wet, and it's not fair that you've gotten me all hot and bothered, and now you're going to run."
"I've got lots of stuff to load and then unload at an auction house. I'm not too sure where I'm going or what I'll find, so I really do need to get an early start." Had it not been summer, she also would have been hurrying to get to the elementary school where she was employed as the music teacher.
Blatantly ignoring his previous announcement about needing to leave, Kevin turned his wife around and kissed her full lips. This morning she was irresistible and responsive, and their tongues danced. "You taste like coffee," he whispered. Again they kissed, open-mouthed and passionately. Firmly grasping her waist, he easily lifted Cathy's petite body and sat her on the edge of the counter. "Lean back," he suggested as Buster jumped up beside her.
She had been eaten on the workbench in the garage and a picnic table at a roadside park, but never on their kitchen counter. Having pulled a chair up, Kevin sat in front of her spread legs, admiring the view. After pushing a metal breadbox out of the way, Cathy leaned back against the white cupboard door. She put her legs on his shoulders as he reached behind her and slid her closer to the counter's edge. He was a strong man, and she trusted that he would not let her slide off. He lifted her legs, and she curled her hips. Working as a goal-oriented team, they got her pussy right where he could best get at it.
Time was short, so he narrowed his target and focused his attention. He knew that she liked him to start with slow licks and then gradually to increase to a rapid flicking of her responsive clit with the tip of his tongue. She had talked of feeling desire all day yesterday, and this morning her body seemed to waste no time while catapulting her to the brink of her climax. Her back arched, her toes flared out, and she held her breath. When she flew over the crest, she came long and loud, with each orgasmic contraction causing her to bang her head against the cupboard door behind her. He knew to slow his licking during her climax, and then ease to a stop as her orgasm tapered to its end. His timing was good, and she smiled a contented smile.
Kevin's face was covered with her fragrant pussy juice as he sat back in the chair. "God, woman, I love how you taste!"
"I want to taste you now," Cathy said after a few minutes of relaxing. "Help me down off this counter."
Rising, he lifted her to the floor. She pressed her lips to his, and he offered easy entry as her tongue slid into his mouth. "I do taste good, don't I? Now it's my turn to give you pleasure." Dropping to her knees, Cathy unbuckled his belt and unzipped the fly of his gray work trousers. She pulled his trousers and jockey shorts down to his ankles.
Kevin had become quite aroused while eating her - an act of giving that always excited him. His appreciative wife eagerly licked up the underside of his hard cock, and then took it into her mouth. Cathy was quite skilled at the fine art of fellatio, and he loved how she used not only her mouth, but her tongue, lips and fingers to give him the best blowjobs he had ever experienced. Being excited, he did not hold back, and he did not last long. When he came, Cathy grew certain that their neighbors could hear his sounds.
Kevin reached for the counter behind him, for he felt almost as though his knees were about to buckle, given the intensity of his orgasm. "My God, woman, you are fantastic," he managed to say. His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath. "Now, if I can walk, I need to get to work."
"I hope you'll think of me today."
"I'll not wash my face, so a part of you will stay with me."
"When do you think you'll get home?"
"I'm not sure, but probably not until after dark."
"You'll be on the road most of the day?"
"No, the house isn't far away, just in Bedford. Over the next couple of days, we need to move everything out of it. The widow who lived there died a few months ago, apparently leaving no heirs and no will. It seems that she still owed the bank a lot of money from the refinancing of her home, so the bank's going to auction off the house and all its contents. Today I need to load up all I can carry out. I'll bet that over her ninety years, she probably collected a lot of junk."
"Don't try to lift anything heavy."
"Don't worry, hon. Tomorrow Bill will be with me, and we'll get the big stuff. Today's going to be pretty uneventful."
"Does anything exciting ever happen on the job?"
"Other than finding someone's collection of porn? No, it all pretty routine." Kevin filled a thermos with coffee, grabbed a banana and picked the three largest oatmeal raisin cookies from a puppy-shaped cookie jar on the counter.
"Lunch?" Cathy asked.
"Fruit and grain." He kissed her, and then laid down his lunch. Taking her into his arms, he reached under her bathrobe and softly traced a line down her backbone until his hand rested lightly on her firm fanny. "I love you, sexy woman." After another kiss, he turned and picked up his thermos and lunch. "I'll be home for dinner."
Cathy playfully patted his bottom as he walked out the door. "I'll miss you." It was already warm outside, and the forecast was for temperatures to reach into the high eighties. "Drive carefully, and try to stay cool," she called out.
"That won't be easy," he yelled back. His truck was not air-conditioned, and he anticipated some hard work ahead. During the summer he cut his hair short, but that did not help much on hot days. He waved one more time out the open window as he backed out of the drive. Damn, I sure love that woman, he thought as he drove away. I'm glad she asked me to marry her.