by Twila

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Copyright © 2007 by Twila. All Rights Reserved.

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“Didn’t you lock the door!” you his at your wife while hiding behind her muttering to yourself, Where is that damn shirt?!

“Hi, sweetie. What’s wrong?” your wife inquires and you are amazed at the calmness in her voice. You, on the other hand, are ranting and raving in your head and your heart feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest.

“Tan’t sweep,” her child replies around the thumb. Yeah, you know that’s how it is. When they are sweet and adorable, they are your children, but when they aren’t, they are hers!

“How about I read you another story. Okay?” the wife offers.

You’re ready to smack her up side the head and just tell the kid to scram, but common sense douses those hormones and you try to calm down some. Deep, calming breathes. You can do it.

“Go back to bed and I’ll be there in a minute,” the wife instructs. Miraculously, the child obeys. The wife kisses you, grabs some clothes and throws them on as she leaves the room. You lay back, hand over your heart and wonder when you’ll actually have that heart attack that keeps threatening every time this occurs. And yes, you can honestly say that over the years you’ve avoided that heart attack more times than you can count.

Let’s move on to how ‘other’ things have changed since children. Remember spontaneity? You and the wife would have the whole house to yourself and you could and did make love in every room in the house and on every appliance possible! Oh, admit it. You know you have too. Anyway, what use to be a random, spontaneous act now becomes scheduled: around naps, around bedtime if you aren’t too exhausted, or, if you’re lucky, grandma has the baby and you have a few hours alone. Usually, though, all you have energy for at those times is sleep!

Now, spontaneity takes a backseat to the need for adult contact and conversation. What use to be a two hour marathon is reduced to twenty minutes of intense, mutual fucking followed by a nap and some conversation. As the baby gets older and possibly another is added, that twenty minutes is down to ten and quickies are all that’s on the menu. An occasional overnight away is the only reminder of what life use to be like.

As the kids enter pre-school or school, two things possibly occur. One, there are periods where the house is indeed yours again and spontaneity is reborn or two, they are only in school while you are at work and never far away when you aren’t. In the latter case, we’ve been known to find creative and imaginative ways to achieve those magic words. A movie: playing in a room on the other side of the house with instructions that leaving the movie is a very naughty thing to do! If you and the wife are lucky, an entire half-hour is yours for the taking (and giving!). The closet: Okay, it has to be fairly big, but it gives a little more privacy and a little more ‘sound proofing’ than just the bedroom door. A pillow: A must when the kids are in the house and the wife is a screamer. Nuff said! The bathroom: see “the closet” above. <>Play dates: only works when your kids are at some one else’s house! The car: Wonderful place if kids are either missing or sound asleep, again the pillow may be a required item.

Your wife returning interrupts your thought pattern. “Are you sure she’s asleep this time? Is the door really locked?” you ask, not wanting a repeat of your earlier, almost heart attack.

Your wife just smiles at you as she sauntered over to the bed and reaches out, pulling you to the side. “She’s out like a light and yes, dear, the door is locked. I’m really sorry about that earlier.”

You almost decide to let her stew, but she kisses you and what can you say. That’s all it takes to make you forget everything that has happened. You both are soon into those two words again, hot and heavy, when it happens. You jump and groan. “What the hell was that?”

“Nothing,” the wife says, going back to slowly torturing you with her tongue. “Just a noise.”

You believe her and forgot about anything but what her tongue and fingers are doing to you. Just as you peak and almost climax, a loud bang sounds from outside your door. “Nooooo!” you scream in your pillow. This time your wife gets up and grabs her robe.

“I’ll see what’s going on. Be right back,” she winks at you.

You are slowly dying and after she’s gone for longer than a minute and your clit is throbbing so hard you think you just might explode, you had just decided to take things into your own hands when she returns.

“Don’t you dare,” she growls, quickly grabbing your hand as it heads down. “That’s mine,” she adds and immediately returns to torturing you. It doesn’t take much and you finally get release. After panting and trying to catch your breath, you both lie there snuggled together under the sheet she has drawn up over you.

“So, what was that noise this time? Kylie?” you ask stroking your lover’s hip.

She chuckles. “No, Kevin fell out of the bed.”

You chuckle too, knowing that if he had been hurt, she wouldn’t be laughing. “He said he was having a dream about a bear chasing him.”

Kids. Gotta love them. Although, sometimes their antics have rotten timing!

The End

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