1. Awakenings Ch. 43


    Date: 9/9/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: goodhusband, Source: LushStories

    It was 4:20 when I turned onto our street. I pushed the button on my garage door opener and pulled into our driveway. As the door opened I saw that Jeanne's Honda was parked on her side of the garage. I smiled. She was home early. Excited, I parked my Escape and hurried into the house. Jeanne was in the kitchen. Beethoven's Sixth Symphony was playing on the stereo. Jeanne loved to listen to music while she cooked. The music was loud. Jeanne hadn't heard me come into the house. I paused for a moment so I could watch her. Even At fifty and dressed in a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and a dark green hockey jersey she was still a beautiful woman. The hockey jersey was a surprise. I didn't know she owned one, but I had to admit that it did look good on her. I smiled, her bleached blond hair was freshly cut to shoulder length and styled. She'd gotten her hair done for me. I also noticed that she was stirring a pot of marinara sauce in time to the Beethoven symphony. She was making spaghetti, my favorite dinner. Chuckling at the perfection of the situation, I walked over, put my arms around Jeanne and kissed her neck. Startled, Jeanne jumped, but then she turned, smiled and kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed her back. After a moment, she said, “Hi baby.” I answered, “Hi yourself.” And kissed her again. After we kissed, Jeanne said, “I got my hair done this afternoon.” “I noticed. I like it.” “Thank you kind sir.” “I also noticed that you're making spaghetti, my favorite ...
    dinner.” Laughing, Jeanne said, “Some women believe that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. While I happen to believe that the most effective route is through his zipper, I'm trying to keep all my avenues open.” “I like the idea of keeping all avenues open.” I slipped my hand down the back of Jeanne's loose fitting Jeans. She was wearing a thong. Caressing her nearly naked cheeks, I said, “I like this outfit.” Jeanne said, “This is definitely not what I plan to wear this evening. Believe me, tonight I have something very special for you.” “While I'm tantalized by that prospect, I have to admit that I am quite entranced by your current outfit.” Gasping as she felt me run my fingers through the cleft of her rear, Jeanne said, “I can tell.” I stepped back and looked at her. The dark green jersey bore a Minnesota Wild logo. “I do have to ask about the your shirt. It's an unusual choice for you. You've never exhibited much interest in the National Hockey League.” Jeanne's entire demeanor suddenly changed. She said, “I'm sorry Michael, I wasn't thinking. I just pulled this on in a hurry when I got home.” Closing her eyes, she shook her head and said, “Sometimes I'm a complete moron.” “I don't understand.” Jeanne said, “Please Michael, let's forget this and move on. Wearing this shirt was a stupid mistake. I don't know what was going through my pea brain.” “We promised total honesty, no secrets.” “I know, but tonight is supposed to be special. I don't want to ruin it.” “I ...
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