Real Life Loving


It wasn’t quite the date night I’d been anticipating. Laurel lay curled into herself, in obvious discomfort. Instead of a lacy negligée, she wore a voluminous tee-shirt and white Jockey briefs. After dimming the lights, I crept carefully into bed behind her. Cupping her abdomen in my palm, I offered understanding in the form of soothing warmth. She turned to look at me and I winced. The tracks of tears on her pale cheeks indicated this was a bad one.

“How’re you feeling, angel?” I slid my hand below the band of her underwear.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got the world’s worst cramps.”

“Let me look after you.”

“Rick, honey -”

“Shhh, it’s okay. Just relax, sweetheart…” I began circling her clit gradually, slowly increasing the rhythm until the sensitive little button was perfectly primed.

“Oh god,” she sang, “yes!”

Applying pressure, I urged, “Let go.”

Laurel moaned with relief as a healing orgasm undulated through her. She drifted into slumber, whispering, “Owe you one, babe…”

Come morning, she’d show her gratitude with loving hands and lush lips. But I knew I’d already been richly blessed. I held the ultimate reward, my gorgeous, trusting wife, within the cradle of my arms.

© 2017 Mairead Devereux. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

About the Author Mairead Devereux

Mairead Devereux lives in Toronto, ON. with her three fur-kids. Long walks with the dogs allow for the imagining of sexy flights of fancy, as her four-legged companions are somewhat lacking in conversational skill. She is currently working on her first novels of erotic fantasy, The Archetype Trilogy.

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