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When I woke, I felt confident in my decision. I got up, kissed my husband on his forehead, and took a quick shower. When I was done, we switched places. I put on my bathrobe, and went to make us breakfast. This was our normal dance. I would cook him eggs and prepare fruit and yogurt for myself.
Breakfast was nice, and the coffee even nicer. I had 2 cups, which was rare for me. Still, though, I was quiet, but quietly confident in my decision. My husband noticed that I was lost in thought.
“You still wrestling with your issues, Sandy?”
“I guess I am. Sorry, I don’t want to be a downer.”
“Oh, babe, you are never a downer! And you always know what to do. You’ll work through these issues.”
“Thanks. You always know what to say.” And this was true, my husband had a gift of knowing how to push me in the right direction. I’ve come to depend on it.
He kept talking as he put his dishes in the sink. “Well, you always know what to do. So if you’re having a tough time, Sandy, just remember this. Sometimes the world doesn’t fit in our heads, and when it doesn’t, we just have to open the door and let life take over.”
I couldn’t believe what I just heard, but I knew in my heart he was right.
Just a few minutes later, after brushing our teeth, we kissed at the front door. My husband dressed in his casual day work clothes, and me still in my bathrobe. “I’ll see you tonight, babe. Have a great day, and don’t take life so seriously.”
He kissed my cheek again, and I watched him walk to the car. I retreated into the house as he drove away, but I didn’t close the door.
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“Don’t move.” I froze when I heard his voice, and I became nervous when I heard the door close. I felt his breath on my neck before he spoke again. “Good decision.”
I tried to turn to face him, but he didn’t allow it. “Not yet, Sandy. This is what I want.” And with that he began kissing my neck and ears, and running his strong hands along the length of my body.
He pulled my bathrobe from me and let it fall to the floor, and the heat of his skin let me know he was shirtless. He never stopped kissing my neck, but when he pulled one hand from my body, I knew what he was doing. I saw him kick his shorts and underwear to the side.
He whispered in my ear. “You’re fucking hot, know that?” And when I moaned slightly, he grabbed a breast. Hard. “You like that? You like it rough?” I just moaned quietly again, as my body was completely aroused. “I knew you’d have fucking perfect tits.” He squeezed hard again. “They’re fucking huge, Sandy. You know that?” I grunted again, now lost in this crazy interaction.
“On the table.” I didn’t fully understand, but it didn’t matter — he pushed me down on the kitchen table. “Look at that ass! You’re so fucking hot.” I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew I didn’t want it to stop.
“Turn your head.” I complied, after I turned my head to face him, he rested his left hand across my cheek and ear so I couldn’t move. With his right hand he reached between my legs. “You’re dripping. You’re fucking dripping wet. You fucking need this.”