Spring Cleaning Can Be Fun (L)
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Tuesday morning started with the usual process of getting the kids ready for school and to their bus stops. While hubby was waiting for the first bus, he started messaging me with the private app we use for our playful communications. This app has some pre-made messages we can choose from (kind of like memes but no picture). He sent me one that said, “Tits Out Tuesday.” I responded that it would be difficult to fulfill that with my schedule for the day. He responded by sending one that said, “Toy Time Tuesday.” I sent an LOL.
When he was back at the house with me and I was about to leave, he took an unusual step—he tucked an inactive little bullet vibe in my pocket to give me “something to think about while we’re apart.” With that and all the other playfulness of the morning, I was quite wet by the time I arrived at Bible study. I’m pretty sure he was pleased to hear that when I messaged him before class. I was grateful that I was able to focus while class took place.
I’m often among the last to leave, and I was glad for that on this particular day. It made it easy to undo my bra in the car without anyone noticing because no one was around. It was my turn to “raise hubby’s temperature.” I also pulled out the vibe, found a setting I thought I would like, and slipped it under me in the seat. I was surprised at the strength of its little motor. I could feel it even through my jeans!
I started driving, and once out in a less populous area, I slipped off my bra and told Siri to tell hubby, “Tits are free and the toy is no longer in my pocket!” When I safely could, I eventually moved the vibe inside my pants and between my lips. It kept going until about 10 minutes before I arrived home when it quit on its own.
Hubby greeted me at the car with the optional remote in his pocket and he started the vibe up again as we unloaded the car together. Once we were inside and settling things where they belonged, I informed him that it had shut off again. Then I said, “Speaking of ‘off’…” and I removed my shirt with no care for the uncovered rear window of our house and the possibility of our nosy neighbor getting an eyeful. My intent was to make the most of the time I had before work that afternoon. I would go topless through lunch and anything else that might happen before I had to leave.
However, hubby’s appreciation of my teasing and topless look distracted us from food for a little bit and left me even more aroused and completely naked. Once we were ready to get lunch, I quickly slipped on only a flowy skirt to head out to the kitchen. We assembled our lunches with further teasing touches interspersed, then sat and ate. Meanwhile, I had been informed that my client for the day had canceled, so I was able to change my plans for after lunch and decided to tackle my closet clean-up project! As our home was still child-free, I commenced working still in just the skirt.
We have a nice little walk-in closet that had become cluttered and disorganized over time. Thankfully, hubby was available to work with me, and we began to pull things out and vacuum as we went. We got the floor well cleared, and I got on my hands and knees to pick up some small items I’d spotted on the floor in the corner.
Hubby had followed me in to see how he could help and just couldn’t resist this opportunity! He flipped up my skirt and started to lick and stroke my pussy from behind. It felt amazing, and I suddenly had no desire to rise from my position on the floor.
I enjoyed his tongue action, but because probably no more than 20 minutes remained before the first child would get home on the bus, I told hubby, “If you’re wanting to fuck me, you’d better do it now.”
Hubby really liked that suggestion and quickly dropped his pants to pound his hard shaft into me. My clit was hard, but it seemed to get even harder as we found a position that let hubby’s cock rub it as he moved in and out. I squealed in delight. His mighty thrusts also made my breasts swing freely, and I enjoyed that sensation too. Since we were home alone, I didn’t try to stifle my noises of enjoyment. I wanted hubby to know how I was feeling. I did move some of my skirt material and use it to protect my nipples from rug burn as hubby continued to pound into me.
We were both satisfied with the completion of our project—and fully dressed to greet the kids as each bus brought them home. I still smile every time I need to go into that closet…
Oh my darling wife, you do have a way of making even the most mundane tasks way more exciting. Perhaps someday we should tell them of our laundry folding practice. ?
It is pretty exciting that we are still finding ways to turn mundane tasks into much more pleasurable ones! I love it when we tackle everything together and then “tackle” each other!
Try some sneak attacks!
My wife got me when I was under the car on a creeper, changing the oil. She came out to see if her car was ready, and proceeded to unzip my pants and go after me while I was laying there!
Best oil change ever! In spite of oil running down my arm and all over me!
Oooo! Makes me wish we had a garage to work on our car in. Being out in the driveway might be problematic. But I’m sure we can think of some other "sneak attacks." Thanks for the idea.
There are advantages to living out in the sticks!
No matter really, where it happens. We do sneak attacks indoors too, and, in the garage. 🙂
It’s all about the surprise! Sometimes it’s a carefully crafted plan, but more often, it’s one of us taking advantage of a unforeseen but handy opportunity!
Fun story, we like the creativity and resourceful use of the flowy skirt, will keep that in mind as could be needed someday. Also, in agreement about mundane tasks being turned into more pleasurable ones!
It really changes one’s attitude towards chores! ? I wonder why we didn’t think of doing chores naked sooner!
Great Story. I love Spring Cleaning…yes, it can be fun!!!
Great story!
May i ask what's the private app called?
Whispers
Love your story. Only problem with going in the house top less is when you find friends have dropped by unexpectedly.
That would change the whole story, wouldn’t it? However, I only arrived home bra-less not topless. So, I would have been okay long enough to “set my things down in my room” and restore my bra to its rightful place.