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Luke walked into the living room and threw his duffle bag on the sofa. He tossed his hat on the wooden hat rack. Collapsing in the recliner, he groaned softly. This foot injury was still bothering him, even after a month. He could still see himself falling to the floor in the crowded gym, wincing in pain. It was a long month for him. He was used to working and bringing home the bacon but he had missed a lot of work lately because of his foot. Some days, it hurt to walk. Leaning back in the recliner, he sighed and closed his eyes.
He felt something touch his head. He opened his eyes to see his wife of six years, Heather looking at him. “Bad day,” she questioned softly, rubbing his head.
“Nah, I’m just tired honey.”
“Better go to bed earlier then,” she called as she strutted into the kitchen, her long hair flowing as she walked. He smiled, watching her move. Closing his eyes again, he dozed lightly in the chair. Even as he dozed, he heard noises coming from the kitchen. Pans were banging, dishes rattling, glasses clinging. As he dozed, thoughts raced through his mind. He knew she wanted him to be more open with her. They were usually open and honest about everything. Heather was truly his best friend. Lately, however, Luke was often depressed and tired. The foot injury and the lack of work that it resulted in, caused him to become listless. He just didn’t have the energy for her affections these days.
Soon, an aroma from the kitchen aroused him from the chair. He sauntered into the kitchen. Heather stood over the stove, her long blonde hair clipped up. Steam rose from the pots. Luke sauntered over to the sink and opened the window above it. He heard birds chirping in the trees as he did so. He walked over to where Heather was standing and put his arm around her. “Hey good-lookin, whatcha got cookin?”
Heather smiled as she spoke. “Meat loaf, mashed potatoes and gravy and steamed vegetables.”
“Sounds good,” he said, kissing her neck. “You can have the vegetables though.”
She giggled lightly. “We’ll see about that, big boy, she retorted, swatting him on the backside with a spatula. There was a familiar twinkle in her eye.
Luke looked at the sidewalk longingly. The sun was out and the air was clear and crisp. Normally, he would go for a short run before dinner. However, since his foot injury, he couldn’t run right now.
He sauntered back into the living room and eased himself into the recliner. He picked up the remote lying on the end table. He flipped channels till he found something that caught his eye. A commercial was on for Leggs pantyhose. God, he loved Heather in pantyhose. He visualized her in his favorite outfit: a short leather skirt, a silky black top and black opaque hose. His pelvic muscles tightened at the vision. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and she had silver hoops in her ears. He could see himself running his hands up and down her smooth silky legs, her giggling as he did so.
Something tickling the sole of his foot brought him out of his reverie. He jerked up to see Heather standing over him, smiling. “Gonna eat?”
“Yeah,’ he said, laughing softly. They sauntered out to the kitchen together. Heather had set the table for two. There were two wine flutes sitting the table filled with sherry. Heather had forest green cloth napkins set in gold rings. Ivory plates with gold rims and gold flatware accented the forest green tablecloth.
Luke eased into the chair, smiling at the spread Heather had put on the table. Everything looked appetizing and enticing. Heather sat down across from him, smiling.
“Wow babe. You really have outdone yourself this time!”
Heather smiled at him from across the table. They chatted easily as they ate. They took their time, savoring each bite of their meal and each other.
After dinner, Luke and Heather cleaned up the kitchen together, chatting easily as they went about their work. After they were done, Luke scooped Heather up and carried her into the bedroom. He slipped her shoes off gently and started rubbing her nylon-clad feet. Earlier, he had strung rose petals on the bed and lit candles on the nightstand.
Heather began to deeply relax as he continued to rub her tender, tired feet. She moaned whenever he hit an especially sore spot. She felt him stroke her legs gently with his fingers. He continued rubbing, basking in her pleasure. The lit candles gave off a sweet, jasmine aroma as he rubbed her entire body bringing her to utter relaxation. She didn’t know what had come over Luke but she was enjoying every minute of it. She felt his hands creep slowly up her inner thighs and moaned with pleasure. When he reached her zone, she screamed in ecstacy. “Luke!”
“Are you enjoying this,” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“yess,” she moaned softly, her body on fire with pleasure.
“Me too,” he answered. As their bodies united, they both found what they’d been missing for a long time.
He felt something touch his head. He opened his eyes to see his wife of six years, Heather looking at him. “Bad day,” she questioned softly, rubbing his head.
“Nah, I’m just tired honey.”
“Better go to bed earlier then,” she called as she strutted into the kitchen, her long hair flowing as she walked. He smiled, watching her move. Closing his eyes again, he dozed lightly in the chair. Even as he dozed, he heard noises coming from the kitchen. Pans were banging, dishes rattling, glasses clinging. As he dozed, thoughts raced through his mind. He knew she wanted him to be more open with her. They were usually open and honest about everything. Heather was truly his best friend. Lately, however, Luke was often depressed and tired. The foot injury and the lack of work that it resulted in, caused him to become listless. He just didn’t have the energy for her affections these days.
Soon, an aroma from the kitchen aroused him from the chair. He sauntered into the kitchen. Heather stood over the stove, her long blonde hair clipped up. Steam rose from the pots. Luke sauntered over to the sink and opened the window above it. He heard birds chirping in the trees as he did so. He walked over to where Heather was standing and put his arm around her. “Hey good-lookin, whatcha got cookin?”
Heather smiled as she spoke. “Meat loaf, mashed potatoes and gravy and steamed vegetables.”
“Sounds good,” he said, kissing her neck. “You can have the vegetables though.”
She giggled lightly. “We’ll see about that, big boy, she retorted, swatting him on the backside with a spatula. There was a familiar twinkle in her eye.
Luke looked at the sidewalk longingly. The sun was out and the air was clear and crisp. Normally, he would go for a short run before dinner. However, since his foot injury, he couldn’t run right now.
He sauntered back into the living room and eased himself into the recliner. He picked up the remote lying on the end table. He flipped channels till he found something that caught his eye. A commercial was on for Leggs pantyhose. God, he loved Heather in pantyhose. He visualized her in his favorite outfit: a short leather skirt, a silky black top and black opaque hose. His pelvic muscles tightened at the vision. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and she had silver hoops in her ears. He could see himself running his hands up and down her smooth silky legs, her giggling as he did so.
Something tickling the sole of his foot brought him out of his reverie. He jerked up to see Heather standing over him, smiling. “Gonna eat?”
“Yeah,’ he said, laughing softly. They sauntered out to the kitchen together. Heather had set the table for two. There were two wine flutes sitting the table filled with sherry. Heather had forest green cloth napkins set in gold rings. Ivory plates with gold rims and gold flatware accented the forest green tablecloth.
Luke eased into the chair, smiling at the spread Heather had put on the table. Everything looked appetizing and enticing. Heather sat down across from him, smiling.
“Wow babe. You really have outdone yourself this time!”
Heather smiled at him from across the table. They chatted easily as they ate. They took their time, savoring each bite of their meal and each other.
After dinner, Luke and Heather cleaned up the kitchen together, chatting easily as they went about their work. After they were done, Luke scooped Heather up and carried her into the bedroom. He slipped her shoes off gently and started rubbing her nylon-clad feet. Earlier, he had strung rose petals on the bed and lit candles on the nightstand.
Heather began to deeply relax as he continued to rub her tender, tired feet. She moaned whenever he hit an especially sore spot. She felt him stroke her legs gently with his fingers. He continued rubbing, basking in her pleasure. The lit candles gave off a sweet, jasmine aroma as he rubbed her entire body bringing her to utter relaxation. She didn’t know what had come over Luke but she was enjoying every minute of it. She felt his hands creep slowly up her inner thighs and moaned with pleasure. When he reached her zone, she screamed in ecstacy. “Luke!”
“Are you enjoying this,” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“yess,” she moaned softly, her body on fire with pleasure.
“Me too,” he answered. As their bodies united, they both found what they’d been missing for a long time.
