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It was the type of week that depletes the spirit.

It had not been a good week in any way, shape or form. It was my longest business trip of the year and one I always dreaded.

This journey started with a missed flight on Sunday afternoon and it went downhill from there. Five cities in six days — one two-day convention, three large company meetings and seven individual meetings. Hard hotel beds, little sleep, cheap airline food and finally my luggage getting lost in Chicago (or was it Minneapolis?).

And to top it off, I had followed the first winter storm across the country. I started in sunshine on the West  Coast, found freezing rain in Dallas, experienced abnormally cold temperatures in Miami and three feet of snow in New York. I hadn’t seen the sun the entire week.

Finally, late that Friday afternoon, I had arrived back on the West Coast after a flight from Minneapolis (or was it Chicago?) that included one mechanical delay, heavy turbulence, and a small child in the seat behind me kicking me in the back the entire trip.

The week had turned into one of a survival. I was lucky to have survived. It was a journey that had left me bedraggled, dazed and forlorn.

It took all of the energy I had left to depart the plane, get my luggage (one bag was still en route from somewhere) and find my car. As I drove out of the airport, I just wanted to get home and hide for the weekend.

Of course, it couldn’t be easy. There was the typical late afternoon traffic combined with a heavy thunderstorm that slowed traffic to a snail’s pace. I finally arrived at home, at the house on the hill overlooking the ocean, about 35 minutes later than usual. I trudged from the garage up the back steps, opened the door into the kitchen and …. into the light.

The kitchen was well lit, there was a stone countertop island in the middle and to the right, was a small family room addition that included a large-screen television, fireplace, couch and chairs. From there, you could look through three large windows out over the ocean. I could see the approaching storm.

I smelled the incense candles burning and the soft music playing. And in the middle of it all, with her back to me, was my wife, Abby.  She was working at the oven. Her auburn hair was in a ponytail, her body swaying to the music and she was lightly singing along. She was wearing a reddish shirt, jeans and no shoes.

As I became acclimated again to the sounds and smells of my house — and especially the vision of seeing my wife again — I could feel the burdens of the trip start to depart from my body and soul.

When Abby heard me, she turned towards the door and grinned. “You look vaguely familiar, like a guy I used to know,” she said. “I think he was my husband; but it has been so long, I have forgotten.”

I dropped my bags, walked around the counter, took Abby in my arms and kissed her. Passionately. Hard. For a long time. She returned the kiss the same way.

After we came up for air, I held her and she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. “Whoa,” she whispered in my ear. “If I knew I was going to get that kind of greeting, you really need to be gone more often.”

I pulled back, looked at her beautiful blue eyes and kissed her on the forehead. “Not happening,” I said. “This was the trip from Hades and I passed through Hades on Tuesday and kept going downward. I am going to take a shower and wash this week off of me. Then I can’t wait to spend time with you.”

Abby kissed me and smiled. “I’ll be waiting.”

I went upstairs, got undressed, went into the bathroom, turned on the water and stepped underneath the shower. The hot water felt good on my sore body. I stood there, letting the water cascade down me. I could feel the problems of the week slide down the drain.

It was then I felt two arms wrap themselves around my waist and two hands move towards my groin. I heard a voice whisper in my ear, “I thought I would personally make sure the week was washed off you.”

I turned around and there was my beloved Abby. Her ponytail was gone, her hair down to her shoulders. Her physical beauty was evident as her breasts shone in the steam and the shower’s water had begun to moisten the hair that covered her love entrance.

She smiled, her hand reaching to grab and pump my rapidly-rising penis. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”

I guided her to the back of the shower, pinning her against the wall,  my now hard penis up flat against her stomach. We ravished each other as the water flowed over us.

Our tongues explored the inside of each other’s mouths. Our hands slithered down each other’s back and buttocks. I used my tongue to kiss Abby’s breasts and suck on her nipples. She moaned as I flicked my tongue over each nipple bringing them to rigid attention. I used one hand to part her legs, my fingers rubbing her clitoris. One, then two fingers, began to make their way into her.

“Oh my baby,” whispered Abby, as she raised one leg, wrapping it around my waist so my fingers had more access to her entrance. “I thought about this exact moment all week. This morning in the shower, I was touching myself, thinking about you. But I didn’t finish because I wanted you to do that to me.”

Abby’s words increased my excitement. My fingering sped up and then stopped; she groaned in disappointment. But I put my fingers to Abby’s mouth; she sucked them greedily, her taste mixed with the water. I ran my tongue up her neck and spoke into her ear.

“I have needed you all week,” I said. “I needed you to relieve the stress, the pressure, the loneliness. I could have done it myself, but it wouldn’t have been the same.  I was waiting for you.”

Abby pulled away from me and smiled. “Thank you for waiting. I will take good care of you.”

She knelt down and took me into her mouth. I felt a sensory overload as she alternated between stroking and sucking. She kissed the inside of my legs and massaged my balls. I could feel the tingle start to surge, my legs and arms stiffen and my fingers intertwined in Abby’s hair.

Abby felt my reaction and stopped. She climbed to her feet and kissed me again. “I know you are ready, but I am not,” she said with a smirk. “There is only one place where you are going to release all of you tonight….and that is in me.” She kissed me again. “But not here.”

We turned off the water and got out of the shower. We lovingly and slowly dried off each other. Abby was careful not to apply much pressure on my tender and full penis.

Abby took me by the hand and we walked out of the bathroom naked; my member ramrod straight and her lovely breasts swaying side to side. I thought we were going to the bedroom. But we walked past there and down the steps. She guided me through the living room  and back into the kitchen.

The lights were turned down and the music was playing. Candles were flickering throughout the room. The fireplace was on. Flashes of lightning above the ocean could be seen through the picture windows.

Abby turned to me and put her hand on my face. “This is where I saw you the last time before you left on the trip and the first time I saw you when you got back,” she said. “This is where I want you to make love to me.”

I wrapped my arms around my wife and kissed her like I did when I got home. Passionately. Hard. For a long time. I whispered in her ear, “Show me how.”

Abby smiled, took my hand and led me to the couch. She went to the far end, closest to the picture windows. Abby got on all fours, her hands and arms resting on the end cushion. “Please take me from behind,” she said looking at me. “I want to watch the ocean and the lightning as you fill me.”

I got on the couch behind my wife. I kissed each side of her butt as she wiggled it at me. I used my finger to probe the folds of her slit that were peeking out at me; I gently placed my finger into her entrance.

There was a low moan of protest from the front. “Please,” whispered Abby again. “I need you.”

Once again I placed myself behind Abby. I took my penis and placed it at her entrance, moving it up and down opening to heighten the excitement. Using one of her own hands, Abby helped guide me into her.

I gasped as I crossed that sacred boundary and settled into her. The inside of her felt warm, comforting and safe — all of the feelings I had not experienced that week. I gently massaged my lover’s shoulders and back, using my fingers to trace down her spine. Abby sighed in contentment, her head resting on the end couch, her eyes closed.

I didn’t move for a long time, enjoying the sensation of being inside my wife.

“Are you ready, babe?” I whispered to her. “I can’t wait,” she replied

I placed my hands on Abby’s hips. I began to rock back and forth. Abby lifted herself up by the arms so she could watch the ocean during our lovemaking.

Slowly, I started, watching my penis enter, withdraw, and enter Abby again. I gradually picked up the pace, trying hard to prolong the moment. Shorter strokes now. I saw Abby’s fingers clench the end of the couch. Her body started to stiffen and I heard continuous moans as I kept pumping, hearing the noise of my penis slapping into the outside of her entrance.

Hard and faster now. I timed my rhythm to the ocean waves. In and out, I went; feeling Abby get closer to the edge. “Harder please,” she gasped.

I pushed forward hard into Abby and heard her cry out, “OH MY!!!!” as her orgasm lead to one, two, three spasms. Her body became rigid as she rode out the sensation.

As she was finishing the third wave, I felt a week’s worth of love stream surge through my legs, into my groin and finally to the entrance of my penis. There was no stopping now.

I grabbed Abby’s arms, moving forward into her  and squeezed as I thrust one more time and felt the first body-shaking load enter her, followed by three more. “Oh my, Abby, how I love you so.” I moaned as I continued to empty into her.

“Every last drop,” Abby whispered up front, turning her head slightly to the rear. “Every last drop of you I want in me.”

Finally, after the thrusting had finally ended, my penis had been drained in her, our breathing had returned to normal, I had slipped out from inside of her and we had shared another kiss, we wrapped ourselves in a blanket, laying on the couch. Abby’s head was on my chest and we watched the gathering darkness outside. The storm had finally subsided.

We held each other close, reflecting on our latest special moment together.

“Thank God you came home safely to me,” Abby whispered. “I need you here.”

I kissed her lightly on the head and tighten my arms around her, saying, “There is no other place I want to be.”