Capítulo 20: "INTERRUPTION"
I love kids. I really do. I just finished a stint as our church's children's music leader and loved every minute. They have so much energy. I love hearing them sing and getting to act silly with them to keep them engaged. It really does keep you young - though being only still in my early thirties, I don't feel as though that's not too much of a problem yet.
My own are wonderful. So bright and cheery and happy and growing. They make me proud to be a dad. Every day, they make me laugh, smile, and get misty as I think about how much they are changing.
But, as much fun as they are, they really do have the worst timing some days.
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It was a few Saturdays back. A day to sleep in and be lazy. We'd worked really hard during the week to make sure we didn't have to be "up and doing" first thing on the weekend.
It was cold outside and I could tell that Stacey wanted to do nothing more than stay cuddled up under the covers with her personal "man heater" close at hand.
I blinked the sleep from my eyes and rolled on to my back. She snugged in under my arm. I was just starting to drift back into that hazy world before dream when I felt a hand slip down inside my underwear; one of the things I've had to learn about my sweet wife is that when she's horny, I have to be ready to go from flat to hard at the drop of a hat.
I've teased her about her bipolar-foreplay: either it's at least an hour massage and the whole evening getting her hot or it's "get your pants off and your dick in me, now!"
Figuring this was the latter, I stirred quickly and moved my hand towards her panties. But before I could start, she stopped me.
"Relax," she purred into my ear. "Lay back and enjoy."
Ah! It was one of those rare mornings when she was going to take some time and play with me.
Slowly, she caressed my balls and sack - her favorite part of me. She likes my cock, but she's always been fascinated by the family jewels, the way they swell and the sack tightens.
"Mmm, baby," I moan next to her feeling the blood start to engorge my manhood.
She takes my shaft and starts to pump me, alternating slow then fast. We find a rhythm, me flexing and thrusting, her jacking and caressing.
I'm building towards climax, my loins starting to tighten. I love it when she jacks me off - the thought of my cum running down over her hand, the sort of guilty look she gives me after she brings me off - like she's been a naughty girl. It always results in me eating her pussy to climax followed by a good hard fuck (like I need any more motivation to do either of those).
I hear her breathing hard next to me, as aroused as I am about the impending eruption. I can start to smell her sex next to me.
"Oh baby..."
I want it. I'm getting so close.
"Good morning, Dad! It's time to wake up."
We both nearly scream.
I look over to see our four year-old standing right next to the bed.
Only a few moments later, the six year-old joins us as well, smiling and cheery.
Like I said, the worst timing. I can actually feel myself start to deflate in my wife's hand.
Now, thankfully, the covers were still in place. And even though we had been going at it, we are both, by nature, quieter in our intimacy.
But, darn it all!
Stacey and I look at each other and our look says we're both thinking the same thing: "Seriously? It's 7:30 in the morning! Why aren't they in bed? And who forgot to shut and lock the door? And why didn't they go turn on the TV or find breakfast or play with toys or ANYTHING except make their way in here?"
For a second, I thought I could just shepherd them out. But the next thing I know, they're both right their with us, snuggled up - cold toes finding their way into the worst places - and chatting up a storm.
Again we look at each other - frustration turns to exasperation, turns to smiles, turns to laughter. Some days you fight the good fight and some days it fights back.
Saturday turned back into Saturday - a day for making paper-sack puppets, for watching cartoons, for having late breakfasts, for playing with new toys, for reading books, for having tea parties, for practicing spelling and math and our best imitations of a local farmyard, for being Mom and Dad.
It's fun, but exhausting.
The End.
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