Many years later...
I stare at my wife as she hums to herself softly, gazing out the large window to our backyard. Her fluffy red robe falls off one shoulder as she stirs her coffee before taking a small sip and setting it down.
Already my c**k jerks, wanting me to move closer to her. Neither he nor I was happy when we woke to an empty bed. I glance over at the clock, wondering how much time we have before the kids come running down the stairs. Probably not much since it's Christmas morning. Still, I'll take my chances. I know I won't get much alone time with my wife today. The house is going to be filled with family and friends, something I normally enjoy, but right now my mind only has one focus and it's my wife, who somehow managed to slip out of bed on me.
She hasn't done that since
