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.
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