It was Friday morning, after a busy Thursday Thanksgiving. We were planning to simply relax at home for the day. Of course, hubby can’t sit still for long and he was wandering around with a screwdriver and some WD-40, doing pre-winter maintenance.
I was in the study, pecking away at the computer and chatting with one of my favorites on Lush. We’ve found so many nice people to chat with and share hot stories. Hubby came around the corner, peered into the study, hesitated, then asked, “Katie, what-cha doin’?”
Sometimes I just feel so transparent to him. Okay, I was probably a little red in the face, maybe my pulse rate was up and clearly, I was stroking my clit through my panties.
“Just chatting,” I replied, possibly a bit breathless.
“Hmm, must be a good one. You’re looking a touch on the horny side to me.”
I think I nodded but just kept typing, quite into my continuing erotic conversation.
“Okay, I got this,” he stated, and I could hear him walking around and clicking away on his phone, texting I assumed.
A few minutes later, hubby poked his head into the study, beamed a wide smile and held up one hand with all five fingers in the air. Then he turned and left with no explanation. He does confuse me sometimes.
A couple more minutes passed filled with more hot chat and there was a knock on our door. Hubby answered and I saw our neighbor’s nineteen-year-old son, Justin come bouncing in. He was apparently home from college for the weekend. I was happy to see him and realized he hasn’t visited since early July.
He hurried to me as I stood and we shared a big, sincere hug and quickly got caught up on things. Hubby encouraged me to sit and continue my chat while he looked on. Soon he began to rub my shoulders and reached down to unbutton my blouse. It felt good as I wiggled it off so he could massage my big boobs. We were at home, so wearing no bra seemed appropriate.