Hello Penis

I love this routine. You get home and the dog wiggles and leaps in utter devotional joy at your return from work. I allow the dog to dance and greet you and wait my turn. I stand and we kiss. It is that kind of kiss. The small smile, eyes meeting and familiar pressure of our lips in a welcome home way.

There is a recap of the day, yours and mine, the highlights. Cute happenings, funny jokes at work and how much money you made and a general cheer of awesomeness about it from me is the chatter. We advance down the hall while you decompress from the long work day.

I watch from the king size bed as you toe off your socks, peel away your work shirt and advance around the bed to take off your slacks. The routine is that I lean across the bed and scratch your back a little while. Sometimes you talk or I do; sweet small talk of married couples who are comfortable with each other.

Finally what I am really waiting for. He knows it. I never hide the fact that I look forward to it every time. I complain if I miss the event even. He stands, faces me in his BVDs and quickly lowers the elastic to flash me his cock. I laugh with salacious glee. If he feels festive he will even do tricks with his penis like bounce it against the elastic waistband or helicopter it with a flourish and a dashing smile.

I nod in approval and sigh with a mock fainting gesture of my upturned wrist to my forehead. If he plays coy I demand that he show me his dick. I don't know why. I just like that part of our welcome home ritual. Like the intricate greeting dance of flamingos or the processional nodding promenade of a penguin couple, I feel bonded to him in a special way when he flashes the heraldry of his  intimate staff.

Hallway Sex

It starts with an old joke. When you first get married you have kitchen table sex, that wild unbridled passion that happens spontaneously. Then as you settle into married life and routine you have bedroom sex. It is more comfortable in bed and you can lock the kids out for privacy. Finally you end up having hallway sex in your golden married years. That is when after all the struggles and trials of marriage have taken their toll and when you pass each other in the hallway you look at each other and say " Fuck you."

He told me that joke years ago and we throw it out playfully every now and then. The other day we were passing each other in the hall and he side stepped me instead of letting me nuzzle his shoulder as I passed him. ( It is our affectionate habit to brush hands, caress shoulders or quick hug as we pass.)

I shot him an hostile glace for denying me and he lifted his chin in mock defiance. " Hallway sex?!" He chimed. "Fuck You!" I said with fake vehemence.And then he surprised me.

In seconds he had me pinned against the wall his thigh deftly between my legs, hot kisses on my lips as his free hand ravaged my unsuspecting breast. The temperature in the hallway skyrocketed. I was left panting and laughing.