Housewife Chronicles Volume 1 : Reignited (Erotic romance) (4 page)

 We laid there in silence, slowing
our breathing and holding one another. I wished I could just lay there with
him, listening to his heartbeat and fall into a peaceful slumber. But, we
needed to go get the kids and get on with the day, so we would need to force
ourselves to move. I looked up at him and kissed his jaw. He wrapped his arms
around me a little tighter.

“Shay, that was amazing. You’re
amazing.”

“It
was
really amazing. And
you, you are just so sexy! The way you kissed my body all over…it was just...I
don’t even know what to say…wow.” That seemed to be a word I was using more and
more with him. He was making me feel things I didn’t even know how to describe.
All I could do was embrace and enjoy them. I never thought when I talked to him
the week before that things would get this incredible this quickly. It had only
been a week?
Wow.

He kissed the top of my head. “I’m
glad you liked it babe. I just want to make you feel good. Oh, and by the way,
I loved my surprise.”

                “You and me both!
We’ll have to keep that sucker close to the bed, just in case.”

                He laughed and
rolled me so that I was lying beside him. He faced me and propped himself up on
his elbow. “And by the way, I have a little surprise for you, too.”

                “Oh, honey. I don’t
think I could handle any more right now. I don’t think my body would let me.”

                “No, not that,” he
said, pushing me playfully on my shoulder. “Perv.”

                I rolled my eyes at
him. “Whatever, you like it. Now what’s my surprise?”

                “Oh trust me, I
wasn’t complaining. Anyways, last night on my lunch break I got online and
reserved us a table for next Thursday at that romantic little fondue place you
like up in Columbus.”

                “Are you serious?
That’s awesome.” We hadn’t eaten there in years, and honestly I was surprised
he even remembered. “But it’s like two hours away. I’ll have to make sure my
mom doesn’t mind watching the boys that long.” We live in a small rural town in
southern Ohio that doesn’t offer much in the way of entertainment. We have a
couple decent places to eat, a Wal-Mart, and a run-down movie theater. It’s at
least an hour’s drive in any direction to get anywhere…well, good.

                “Already taken care
of. She’s actually going to have them all night since I booked us a hotel room
up there, too.” The way I remember it, I didn’t squeal like a little girl.
Okay, fine, I did. But just a little. “I know it’s not that far away and it’s
only for one night, but I just really want some time alone with you.”

                “Thank you, babe.
It’s perfect.” Truly it was. We hadn’t spent a night alone since our oldest son
was born over three years ago; not even in our own house. And in those three
years, this was actually the first time he had mentioned us taking some time
for ourselves. I liked the effect this new, sexy lifestyle was having on him.

                Eventually we stood
up on jelly legs and made our way to the bathroom to freshen up. He looked in
the mirror and told me I had been “an animal” and messed up his hair. It
actually looked much better than when I had first gotten home, but I kept that
to myself. After we had cleaned up and dressed, we were off to get the kids.

                We spent a great
afternoon together, taking them for an early dinner and then treated them to
ice cream. It wasn’t anything special, but they were thrilled. We liked to get
out of the house with them as much as possible. They really are good kids. They
drive us absolutely crazy sometimes, as toddlers will, but I wouldn’t have it
any other way. As we were driving home, they were having trouble keeping their
droopy eyes open. After we arrived though, and they were bathed and in their
pajamas, they came alive again. They tackled my husband in the living room and
used him as their own personal jungle gym. I couldn’t help thinking as I
watched them play how good he was with them. I’ve always thought that if you
want to know the measure of a man, watch him with his children. And Tyler is
the definition of a great dad. He teaches the boys and plays with them; offers
them kindness and patience, and tough love when they need it. What’s more amazing
is that his own father was in and out of his life growing up, then disappeared
when he hit his teen years. He never even had a model to follow; it was just
something that came natural to him. My heart melted at the thought of a dad not
wanting to be in his child’s life – I didn’t know what the kids would ever do
without Tyler. I didn’t know what I’d ever do without him, either. I think I
fell a little more in love with him that day.

                He continued to let
the boys climb, jump and roll on him until they just couldn’t go anymore. They lay
down in the floor beside him, one under each of his arms. I turned the TV on
with the volume low to relax them off to sleep. I sat on the couch staring at
the precious sight; the three most important people in my life, all cuddled up
to one another. Tyler looked up at me and smiled. “You know, this is one of my
favorite things.”

                “They look awfully
sweet all tuckered out down there.”

                “They’re not the
only ones tuckered out,” he said with a yawn. “I’m gonna go lay them down, take
a quick shower and hop in bed.”

                “Do you need any
help getting them down?”

                “Nah, I got it,” he
said as he stood up, scooping our littlest one up in his arms.

                “Okay, I’ll go
ahead and lock up and I’ll be right behind you.”

                I locked the front
door and heard the baby’s door shut. As I went through the house making sure
all the lights were off, I heard the click of our oldest son’s door being
pulled to. The last one I heard I knew was Tyler going into our bedroom, where
our bathroom adjoined, to get in the shower.
A revelation suddenly stuck
me: we had never had sex in the shower. As soon as the idea had hit me, I
wanted it. It was something completely new and I had to try it. I knew he was
tired, but he surely wouldn’t object to a little lovin’, would he? The thought
of him wet and naked was enough to make me want to find out.

                I snuck into the
bathroom as quietly as I could and took off all my clothes. I peeled back the
curtain and stepped lightly into the steamy cube, trying to surprise him. His
eyes were closed, but I could tell he knew I was there from a subtle lift of
his brow. He was effortlessly seductive standing there, with the hot water
pouring over him and his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Hey, sexy. I thought I’d come join
you.” He didn’t acknowledge me. I realized he was playing a little game, making
me work for his attention. I advanced towards him until we were toe to toe, and
began running my hands over his chest and stomach. His expression didn’t
change.
Playing hard to get, are we?
I leaned in closer and kissed his
neck, water bouncing off of him and sprinkling my face. I then propped up on my
tip toes to run my tongue along the length of his ear. He peeked down at me,
barely parting his eyelids. When he saw me looking back at him, he slammed them
shut again.
Gotcha.
I kissed a slow line from one shoulder to the other.
He was still trying to pretend he didn’t notice me, but his body belied him.
His fists were clenched and his manhood, though not fully erect, was pointing
straight out towards me. Suddenly, I wasn’t interested in playing games
anymore. I crouched down so that his pelvis was at eye level, and took his cock
in my mouth. He was still somewhat soft and I was able to take him in to the
hilt. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, my head meeting his lower
stomach. His body lurched forward and he grabbed my shoulders for support. I sucked
hard and moved my head in shallow bobs. I felt him harden within me, his
magnitude pushing my mouth away from his body. I advanced again, not able to
take in all of him, but as much as I could until his head was sweeping the back
of my throat. I backed off until he was barely past my teeth, and then plunged
back down. Again and again I moved my mouth over his length, until he was breathing
fast and heavily. I wasn’t ready for this to be over, so I removed my lips from
him, instead placing my tongue on his tip. I moved it about in tight circles,
then fluttered it against him, barely making contact. “Oh, Shay.” He had
finally spoken to me, and it made me want to give him more. I licked down his
shaft to his ball sack. Uncharted territory. I ran my tongue all over it, then
slipped one side in my mouth, sucking gently. A hushed “ooh” let me know I was
doing something right. I moved to the other side, sucking it in and massaging
it with my tongue.

 While I was enjoying pleasuring
him like this, my legs were starting to ache from squatting. I stood up, giving
him one last lick up his shaft, stomach, and chest. When I had stopped, he
pulled me into a long, passionate kiss. The first, I realized, since I had
gotten into the shower with him. He walked me backwards until I bumped into the
wall.  Our lips separated as he bowed, grabbed the back of my leg and stood
again, wrapping it around his hip. He bent his knees a little so that he was
closer to my height, and in one swift movement pushed himself deep into my
pussy. I moaned and rose up onto my toes to take him even deeper. He completely
filled me and then some. Within moments we found a rhythm and fell completely
in sync. Each time he rolled his hips to thrust up into me, I tilted mine down
onto him. His free hand found its way to my breast, and began rolling and
pinching my nipple as we rocked together, hot water raining down on us. I tangled
my fingers in his hair, warm and matted to the back of his head. I pulled him
forward so that our foreheads touched, and forced our eyes to lock. “You feel
so good. I love how your cock fills me up. Give me more. Faster.” A fire
flickered in his gaze, and I could feel the heat radiating into me. His lips
twisted into a feral grin. He removed his hand from my chest to brace himself
against the wall behind me. I felt his grip tighten around my thigh as he began
driving into me at a fervent pace. Our hips collided with each thrust, his cock
piercing deep inside me. He arched his back a little and I lost control. The
new angle had caused him to hit a spot within me that until that moment, I
didn’t even know I had. My vision blurred and I let out a loud moan that echoed
against the shower walls. He moved even quicker, then, and with his whole body
so that his stomach and chest were slapping against me. A hot pressure
ballooned within me, and left my body motionless, anticipating release. When
climax hit, I couldn’t repress a scream. I dug my teeth into Tyler’s shoulder
to muffle the noise. I felt him tense from the pain I undoubtedly caused him,
but he didn’t slow his movements. I could tell by his breathing he was close,
too. I raised my mouth to his ear and urged him on. “Come for me, baby. Come so
hard for me.” That was all it took. He drove himself deep inside me one last
time, shooting a steam of hot liquid against my furthest walls.

He loomed above me, panting and wet
from a mix of water and sweat. I dropped myself from my toes, which were white
and sore from straining to hold myself up. He lowered my other leg back down to
the floor as he withdrew from me, causing a thick white line to trickle down my
thigh. We backed up into the stream of water, now lukewarm. We cleansed
ourselves in silence, each of us too tired and satisfied to speak. When we
finished, we climbed out, dried and readied ourselves for sleep. We settled
into bed, him lying with his stomach to my back and his arm wrapped around my
waist. He whispered “I love you” behind me, and I repeated the words as I
squeezed his hand. A warm afterglow fell upon us, and eased us into much needed
sleep.

The following week passed more
quickly than I had imagined it would. The weather was warming up, so the boys
and I spent almost every day outside, running and playing. The morning of our
overnight trip rolled around, and we had decided to get an early start so that
we could have a full day together. Usually the boys would have still been
asleep, but that morning they woke up early, it seemed, just to see us off. We
gave them both hugs and kisses and assured them that we would be back the very
next day, but they didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Their mamaw had
come up to watch them, and she had their full attention. We walked out of the
house, only receiving a half-hearted “bye-bye” from our oldest. I preferred it
that way. I’d rather them be excited about spending time with her and not
missing us than to be crying after us and making me feel guilty.

We arrived in Columbus after a two
hour drive filled with lively conversation and laughter. It felt nice being out
on our own. We tried to have a date night about once a month, but that didn’t
always work out. We spent the day eating a light lunch and shopping. We mainly
bought presents for the boys, with a couple exceptions for ourselves. That late
afternoon, we took a short drive to check in to our hotel and get ready for
dinner. I was expecting a cheap chain motel, but I was wrong. He had booked us
a Jacuzzi suite at a Hilton; he did good. One room was filled with a couch,
dining table and a small kitchen. The other held the bed, two person tub and
the entrance to the bathroom. I carried my overnight bag into the bathroom to
change, and locked the door behind me.

Obviously I didn’t care if he saw
me changing clothes. I had bought a new dress to wear to dinner, and I wanted
to surprise him. I dressed, touched up my hair and makeup, and stepped into my
heels. I backed up to get a look at myself in the full length mirror on the
door. The dress had a red short sleeved top and a black knee length pencil
skirt. A thick black belt circled my waist, cinching the material in to hug my
curves in all the right places. My shoes were black, strappy, and 6 inches
tall. I normally would never wear anything like them, but it was a special
occasion and they made me feel good.  My hair was pulled back into a neat
ponytail, revealing black teardrop earrings. I had added a little blush to
bring out my cheekbones, and a pop of red lips. I studied my reflection in the
mirror, and for the first time was able to see myself through my husband’s
eyes. When I looked at my body that night, I didn’t see “plus size” or “mom
curves”. Looking back at me was a sexy, vivacious woman who could satisfy her
man, and keep him coming back for more. For the first time in a very long time,
I looked at myself and smiled. I couldn’t wait to show Tyler. I stepped out of
the bathroom towards him, and his eyes lit up.