The rain was falling in what seemed like buckets, my wife was getting tired of being inside and I wanted to watch the reruns of westerns on TV. She kept nagging at me to take her some place any place would do. I was getting more agitated as one of my favorite Gunsmoke’s was just beginning. I snapped at her, if you want to go some place go just go. She did.
When she walked out the door I didn’t really care, I just wanted to be left alone, after all once you been to the mall you have been to the mall. Yet she was gone only five minutes when I began to feel guilty for not going with her. After all she worked hard all week just like I did plus she did so many other things like cooking, dusting, etc. All she had asked of me was to spend a little time with her doing something besides watching TV.
As the time passed I began to look at the clock on the wall, the first few hours I didn’t think much of it, just figured she was at the mall, but when the hands moved past nine I began to get worried.
I knew she was pissed at me and my big mouth, my lack of caring about her wants, and my mind began to go crazy. What if she had a accident, what if she went out to a bar and got loaded. I tried her cell phone but she must have had it off because all I got was the message box. I began to think she was a lot madder then I thought. But then she had a right, in all our years together I rarely raised my voice at her or didn’t give in when she wanted to do something. So why today had I been the way I was? I tried to justify it by thinking about how much stress work had been lately and she should of understood that, I tried to blame it on the rain that was still coming down, my mind was running through the whole list of excuses when the phone rang.
I tripped over the rug in my haste to get to it, and still out of breath and half cussing the rug I panted a hello.
To my relief it was her and she sound happy and like a little girl, hey baby, I am headed home.
I demanded where in the hell have you been, I been worried sick. She didn’t seem to notice my tones are the words themselves.
Baby I had a wonderful time, I’ll tell you all about it soon and I have a present just for you. With that the phone went dead.
Ten minutes later I saw her pull in the driveway. As she walked up the front steps, I could see her top was half open and the night light showed the water drops slick on the cleavage.
I swung the door open and her smile was like a burst of sunshine in the dark rainy night. I didn’t need to ask why she was like a teenager coming home from her first date, the signs were very evident.
Her hair was a tangled mess, and I could see it was stuck to gather around in places and it wasn’t due to the rain. The bear cleavage showed just opposite her tat a big hickie. I had seen enough of those to know even in the dim light, because she knew when she fucked other guys I liked to see the signs of her playing with hickies on tits.
I didn’t wait for her to get in the door she put her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss, making sure to stick her tongue deep in my mouth. I could taste the cum, I could smell it on her hair and see the drying remains of clear, but sort of like glue dries on the face. I knew she had been out sucking cock and I didn’t bother to pull her in house I pulled the rest of her top open. I didn’t care if one of the neighbors saw or not. After all she often went out on the balcony in a see through night grown that showed everything, never wearing panties so the guy below us sitting in his chair could look up and see her pussy. She would often bend over letting the short gown show off her cunt and ass to someone pulling up to visit them. Once when they working on his car, she made sure to bend over and let her tits fall out. The guys dad looked up and smiled at her and she left em hang out there for a couple of minutes then she bent over to fiddle with her flowers making she he could see her clit rings shin at him. When she stood up he said nice she went down and fucked him on his sons couch. So I didn’t care though that guy had moved and now the couple living there were holy rollers, but he always would find a way to look while trying to hide it.
When she walked out the door I didn’t really care, I just wanted to be left alone, after all once you been to the mall you have been to the mall. Yet she was gone only five minutes when I began to feel guilty for not going with her. After all she worked hard all week just like I did plus she did so many other things like cooking, dusting, etc. All she had asked of me was to spend a little time with her doing something besides watching TV.
As the time passed I began to look at the clock on the wall, the first few hours I didn’t think much of it, just figured she was at the mall, but when the hands moved past nine I began to get worried.
I knew she was pissed at me and my big mouth, my lack of caring about her wants, and my mind began to go crazy. What if she had a accident, what if she went out to a bar and got loaded. I tried her cell phone but she must have had it off because all I got was the message box. I began to think she was a lot madder then I thought. But then she had a right, in all our years together I rarely raised my voice at her or didn’t give in when she wanted to do something. So why today had I been the way I was? I tried to justify it by thinking about how much stress work had been lately and she should of understood that, I tried to blame it on the rain that was still coming down, my mind was running through the whole list of excuses when the phone rang.
I tripped over the rug in my haste to get to it, and still out of breath and half cussing the rug I panted a hello.
To my relief it was her and she sound happy and like a little girl, hey baby, I am headed home.
I demanded where in the hell have you been, I been worried sick. She didn’t seem to notice my tones are the words themselves.
Baby I had a wonderful time, I’ll tell you all about it soon and I have a present just for you. With that the phone went dead.
Ten minutes later I saw her pull in the driveway. As she walked up the front steps, I could see her top was half open and the night light showed the water drops slick on the cleavage.
I swung the door open and her smile was like a burst of sunshine in the dark rainy night. I didn’t need to ask why she was like a teenager coming home from her first date, the signs were very evident.
Her hair was a tangled mess, and I could see it was stuck to gather around in places and it wasn’t due to the rain. The bear cleavage showed just opposite her tat a big hickie. I had seen enough of those to know even in the dim light, because she knew when she fucked other guys I liked to see the signs of her playing with hickies on tits.
I didn’t wait for her to get in the door she put her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss, making sure to stick her tongue deep in my mouth. I could taste the cum, I could smell it on her hair and see the drying remains of clear, but sort of like glue dries on the face. I knew she had been out sucking cock and I didn’t bother to pull her in house I pulled the rest of her top open. I didn’t care if one of the neighbors saw or not. After all she often went out on the balcony in a see through night grown that showed everything, never wearing panties so the guy below us sitting in his chair could look up and see her pussy. She would often bend over letting the short gown show off her cunt and ass to someone pulling up to visit them. Once when they working on his car, she made sure to bend over and let her tits fall out. The guys dad looked up and smiled at her and she left em hang out there for a couple of minutes then she bent over to fiddle with her flowers making she he could see her clit rings shin at him. When she stood up he said nice she went down and fucked him on his sons couch. So I didn’t care though that guy had moved and now the couple living there were holy rollers, but he always would find a way to look while trying to hide it.
