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.
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