“Sophie, you look so tired you should do what Carl and I did,” Emma tells me with a twinkle in her eye. “Do you want to see the pictures?”
Thank you, Emma. What gave it away? Oh, let me guess! Is it the fact that mascara is the only make-up I could manage before going out the door to church? Or is it the bags under my eyes? I know! It’s because I wore this shirt yesterday at the picnic because the darned laundry machine broke so I’ve had to take the clothes from all five members of my household to the cleaners before they all wake up? I think dryly as I try to smile at her as best I can.
Yes, I’m in need of a vacation, but to have Emma Griffin tell me that is just too much. She has six children to my three, but she somehow always seems so bright and perky.
She brings out her album and opens the book. “We went on a Caribbean cruise and let me tell you, it was like hitting the reset button on everything… even our marriage!”
“Really?” I mutter as I look over the photos. So that’s how she got so tan. Don’t get me wrong, Emma and I are very good friends, I don’t wish her the exhaustion I’m under. I admit that some days I just want to drop the little darlings off at Grandmas and leave for a month.
“I know, right? I felt the same way! So I scheduled the cruise and did just that, left the kids at Grandmas,” Emma says.
What? Had I said that out loud? Oh my goodness, I am losing it! I give a small chuckle to try and loosen the tension building in my mind and try to make things light.
“Talk to Rick about it and schedule some time where you can just be the two of you, no more stinky diapers, dirty laundry, or cooking,” Emma goes on. It sounds like heaven.
Don’t get me wrong. I ADORE our kids. They are the sweetest, cutest, bunch you’ll meet, but Emma’s right. If I don’t do something soon I’m going to become one of those women whose picture you see on the nightly news. The ones where their eyes seem to bug out of their head in the mug shot.
I sigh and bite my lip. There’s a picture of Emma and Carl kissing. Wow. When was the last time Rick and I even kissed? I am dying for romance to be ushered back into my life, and yet, the most romantic thing I’ve done this month is wash his socks.
“You won’t regret it, Sophie,” Emma urges and pats me on the shoulder. “I promise!”
“I don’t know if Rick will go for it,” I murmur, my eyes glued to the big smiles and the strawberry margarita Emma’s holding in the next photo. Carl has his hand obviously on her rear in the picture. Okay. I’m sold. I’m ready for strawberry margaritas and Rick’s hand squeezing my lonely bottom. Use it or loose it, right?
“I’ll tell Carl to suggest it to Rick if you don’t want to suggest it yourself,” Emma says.
“No, I’m gonna do it!” I finally announce. “I think he’ll agree with me that it’s time to spice things up a little more in our life.”
“And by the way, order a new washer, hon,” Emma tells me. “You having to wake up so early to do laundry… you already have enough on your plate!”
Crap. I must have said that one aloud too. That settles it! Now, all I have to do is find a way to make Rick believe this is what we need too.
*
Rick gets home later than usual, but my battle plan is set. I hear the door open and our dog makes a fuss. Darn it. I hope that stupid dog doesn’t wake up our youngest, Gracie, who is just two. That would put a damper on my plans.
“Rufus, quiet!” I snap at the yapping fur ball. Like any intruder would be intimidated by a tiny Pomeranian anyway.
“Whoa, Rufus, tough guy act, huh?” Rick greets the pooch, and the yapping turns to wiggles and wags. Rick looks up at me and places his computer bag on the chair opposite me.
“I know that look,” he says with a slow smile. “Something’s up.”
“You’re right,” I say, and—not wanting to beat around the bush—I add, “I’m going to take us on a cruise.”
“You are, huh?” Rick’s eyebrows raise and he crosses his arms. “Why do you think we need a cruise?”
I get up from my seat and approach him slowly, my hips swaying as I walk up to him. My voice drops low and seductive. “Because, baby, I think it’s time you and I reconnect and rejuvenate.” My hands drop to his thick sandy blonde hair and I start massaging his scalp. “What do you say?”
“Mm,” Rick murmurs. “I like where this is going.”
I step back from him and start untying the belt around the trench coat I’m wearing.
“Are you sick of the cold and ice out here in Chicago, dear?” I ask.
“You know I am,” Rick grins and his ocean blue eyes are alight with amusement.
“Good, because I think it’s time for things to get hot,” I say, opening up the trench coat and flashing my bare breasts at him and doing a little shimmy.
“Come here, baby,” Rick says, a hand outstretched toward me.
I straddle his lap and take his hand. My lips fall on his and we kiss. I love the feeling of his lips against mine. He’s so hot. His hot tongue, his full lips, his masculine nose pressing against my small one. I’d forgotten how much I loved his kiss.
“I have everything planned for this getaway. I even ordered some special lingerie and a bikini,” I murmur against his mouth.
“I guess I have no choice,” Rick groans. I unbutton his shirt and run my hands through his chest hair. The warmth of his hard chest meets my hands and sends electricity through my being. My hips grind against his lap.
“That’s right you have no choice, I’m kidnapping you if you refuse to go,” I growl, biting gently on his lower lip and tugging.
“Who is this sexy woman I’ve come home to?”
“Horny woman, you mean,” I correct and start to undo his belt. I slip it out of the loops like a bullwhip and snap it against the arm of the chair.
“Armed and dangerous horny woman,” Rick chuckles.
“You bet, babe.”
I grab the front of his pants, get off of him and lead him into our bedroom. The trench coat falls to the floor and I do a little spin for him.
“You know, I think you should show me just how badly you want to go on this cruise,” Rick says, waggling his brows in challenge.
“Oh, baby, you don’t want to see me be bad,” I purr and run my hands over my breasts, then I slide one down to my pussy and finger through the softly trimmed hair. “I’m thinking of getting it waxed for the cruise.”
“This cruise is sounding like a better idea by the minute.”
“I’m not yet done convincing you!” I say and kneel before him and tug down his pants and underwear at the same time. His erection looks delicious. My body yearns to take him inside me and I can feel my pussy clenching and moistening at the thought.
I lick my lips and take his hard heat in my hand.
“Aaaahhh! Wahhh!” Little Gracie must have woken up.
I ignore it. No, this is not happening. We’re about to—
Wahhh! Wahhh! “Mom-eeeeee!”
“MOM! Something is wrong with Gracie!” It is Ivy, my oldest, screaming at me now. Why can’t she just get her sister? Honestly, Ivy, just help me out here. Mommy’s trying to get laid.
Thank you, Emma. What gave it away? Oh, let me guess! Is it the fact that mascara is the only make-up I could manage before going out the door to church? Or is it the bags under my eyes? I know! It’s because I wore this shirt yesterday at the picnic because the darned laundry machine broke so I’ve had to take the clothes from all five members of my household to the cleaners before they all wake up? I think dryly as I try to smile at her as best I can.
Yes, I’m in need of a vacation, but to have Emma Griffin tell me that is just too much. She has six children to my three, but she somehow always seems so bright and perky.
She brings out her album and opens the book. “We went on a Caribbean cruise and let me tell you, it was like hitting the reset button on everything… even our marriage!”
“Really?” I mutter as I look over the photos. So that’s how she got so tan. Don’t get me wrong, Emma and I are very good friends, I don’t wish her the exhaustion I’m under. I admit that some days I just want to drop the little darlings off at Grandmas and leave for a month.
“I know, right? I felt the same way! So I scheduled the cruise and did just that, left the kids at Grandmas,” Emma says.
What? Had I said that out loud? Oh my goodness, I am losing it! I give a small chuckle to try and loosen the tension building in my mind and try to make things light.
“Talk to Rick about it and schedule some time where you can just be the two of you, no more stinky diapers, dirty laundry, or cooking,” Emma goes on. It sounds like heaven.
Don’t get me wrong. I ADORE our kids. They are the sweetest, cutest, bunch you’ll meet, but Emma’s right. If I don’t do something soon I’m going to become one of those women whose picture you see on the nightly news. The ones where their eyes seem to bug out of their head in the mug shot.
I sigh and bite my lip. There’s a picture of Emma and Carl kissing. Wow. When was the last time Rick and I even kissed? I am dying for romance to be ushered back into my life, and yet, the most romantic thing I’ve done this month is wash his socks.
“You won’t regret it, Sophie,” Emma urges and pats me on the shoulder. “I promise!”
“I don’t know if Rick will go for it,” I murmur, my eyes glued to the big smiles and the strawberry margarita Emma’s holding in the next photo. Carl has his hand obviously on her rear in the picture. Okay. I’m sold. I’m ready for strawberry margaritas and Rick’s hand squeezing my lonely bottom. Use it or loose it, right?
“I’ll tell Carl to suggest it to Rick if you don’t want to suggest it yourself,” Emma says.
“No, I’m gonna do it!” I finally announce. “I think he’ll agree with me that it’s time to spice things up a little more in our life.”
“And by the way, order a new washer, hon,” Emma tells me. “You having to wake up so early to do laundry… you already have enough on your plate!”
Crap. I must have said that one aloud too. That settles it! Now, all I have to do is find a way to make Rick believe this is what we need too.
*
Rick gets home later than usual, but my battle plan is set. I hear the door open and our dog makes a fuss. Darn it. I hope that stupid dog doesn’t wake up our youngest, Gracie, who is just two. That would put a damper on my plans.
“Rufus, quiet!” I snap at the yapping fur ball. Like any intruder would be intimidated by a tiny Pomeranian anyway.
“Whoa, Rufus, tough guy act, huh?” Rick greets the pooch, and the yapping turns to wiggles and wags. Rick looks up at me and places his computer bag on the chair opposite me.
“I know that look,” he says with a slow smile. “Something’s up.”
“You’re right,” I say, and—not wanting to beat around the bush—I add, “I’m going to take us on a cruise.”
“You are, huh?” Rick’s eyebrows raise and he crosses his arms. “Why do you think we need a cruise?”
I get up from my seat and approach him slowly, my hips swaying as I walk up to him. My voice drops low and seductive. “Because, baby, I think it’s time you and I reconnect and rejuvenate.” My hands drop to his thick sandy blonde hair and I start massaging his scalp. “What do you say?”
“Mm,” Rick murmurs. “I like where this is going.”
I step back from him and start untying the belt around the trench coat I’m wearing.
“Are you sick of the cold and ice out here in Chicago, dear?” I ask.
“You know I am,” Rick grins and his ocean blue eyes are alight with amusement.
“Good, because I think it’s time for things to get hot,” I say, opening up the trench coat and flashing my bare breasts at him and doing a little shimmy.
“Come here, baby,” Rick says, a hand outstretched toward me.
I straddle his lap and take his hand. My lips fall on his and we kiss. I love the feeling of his lips against mine. He’s so hot. His hot tongue, his full lips, his masculine nose pressing against my small one. I’d forgotten how much I loved his kiss.
“I have everything planned for this getaway. I even ordered some special lingerie and a bikini,” I murmur against his mouth.
“I guess I have no choice,” Rick groans. I unbutton his shirt and run my hands through his chest hair. The warmth of his hard chest meets my hands and sends electricity through my being. My hips grind against his lap.
“That’s right you have no choice, I’m kidnapping you if you refuse to go,” I growl, biting gently on his lower lip and tugging.
“Who is this sexy woman I’ve come home to?”
“Horny woman, you mean,” I correct and start to undo his belt. I slip it out of the loops like a bullwhip and snap it against the arm of the chair.
“Armed and dangerous horny woman,” Rick chuckles.
“You bet, babe.”
I grab the front of his pants, get off of him and lead him into our bedroom. The trench coat falls to the floor and I do a little spin for him.
“You know, I think you should show me just how badly you want to go on this cruise,” Rick says, waggling his brows in challenge.
“Oh, baby, you don’t want to see me be bad,” I purr and run my hands over my breasts, then I slide one down to my pussy and finger through the softly trimmed hair. “I’m thinking of getting it waxed for the cruise.”
“This cruise is sounding like a better idea by the minute.”
“I’m not yet done convincing you!” I say and kneel before him and tug down his pants and underwear at the same time. His erection looks delicious. My body yearns to take him inside me and I can feel my pussy clenching and moistening at the thought.
I lick my lips and take his hard heat in my hand.
“Aaaahhh! Wahhh!” Little Gracie must have woken up.
I ignore it. No, this is not happening. We’re about to—
Wahhh! Wahhh! “Mom-eeeeee!”
“MOM! Something is wrong with Gracie!” It is Ivy, my oldest, screaming at me now. Why can’t she just get her sister? Honestly, Ivy, just help me out here. Mommy’s trying to get laid.
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