I grab his hand and pull him back down to his seat next to me.

“That’s okay, guys. We’re going to stick around here. We’ll just call our own cab.”

Everyone leaves and Drew and I are alone at the table, our hands still clutched together, resting on top of Drew’s thigh.

“You really want to stay? Are you sure?” he asks.

I lean forward and run my tongue along his top lip, letting go of his hand and sliding my hand up his thigh until I reach the bulge in his jeans. He immediately grabs the back of my head and deepens the kiss. Our tongues swirl around each other, and I can feel him growing hard beneath my hand.

I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed wanting him like this. I’ve missed kissing him and thinking only about kissing him instead of folding clothes, orders at work, and whether or not I paid the cable bill. What the hell was I thinking when I told him I wanted normal sex? I suddenly really want to try out that thing we talked about last year with a bowl of mashed potatoes and a ride-on lawn mower.

Drew breaks off the kiss and pulls back to look into my eyes.

“I love you, baby. I know I haven’t said that in a while and I’m sorry. I’m going to do better,” he tells me.

“Oh, Drew! You don’t need to do any better. I love you too. I’ve just been so tired, and I should have said something sooner. I’m so sorry things got so crazy,” I tell him.

“No, I’m the one who is sorry. You have nothing to apologize for. I should have realized sooner that you needed more help, but you know I’m an idiot when it comes to stuff like that. If you don’t write it down and staple it to my dick, I’m going to be clueless,” he explains.

“I would never staple anything to your dick. I love it too much!” I tell him with a smile.

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“Speaking of my dick-”

“Yes! We are totally having lots of sex tonight,” I interrupt him excitedly.

“No, that’s not what I was getting at, but it’s good to know,” he says with a smile. “What I mean is, if you just want vanilla sex, then vanilla sex is what I will give you. I don’t care if we never use those bungee cords or the box of saltine crackers again. I don’t care if we never see Officer O’Connor again because he won’t be knocking on our door to tell us there’s been a noise complaint. I don’t even care if the diamond studded dog collar and French maid outfit that fits me like a glove has to go back to the store. I don’t care about anything but being with you, whatever way I can, anyway that you’ll have me.”

With the biggest smile I’ve had in a long time, I stand up and pull Drew with me.

“Let’s go home. I have a surprise for you.”

Chapter 28 – Peeping Ghost

I mean every word I say when I tell my girl I will have plain old vanilla sex for the rest of my life as long as I can do it with her. After the last few months, I realize I don’t care about anything but being with her. She is my best friend and my life, and I will do whatever she wants me to do as long as she’s happy. I had been stupid when I got mad about never having crazy, dirty sex ever again. While it’s true that wild and sometimes bordering on illegal sex is what brought us together, it’s not what has kept us together.

The taxi just drops us off from the strip club and Jenny is leading me by the hand into the house and up the stairs. She had mentioned a surprise at the club and I’ve been hard ever since, knowing that the surprise will more than likely include her getting naked. And if we’re just going to get on the bed and have missionary sex with the lights off, I’m okay with that.

She leads me into our bedroom and stops in front of the bed, turning around to face me.

“Okay, I lied. I actually have two surprises for you,” she tells me with a smile. “Close your eyes.”

I do as she asks and feel her place one of my hands on top of her belly, sliding it down into the waistband of her pants. In just a few seconds, my fingers slide over perfectly smooth, hairless skin. My eyes fly open and I stare down into her face that has a huge smile on it while she holds my hand in place.

“Did you get waxed?” I ask her in awe.

She nods her head, her mouth opening to reply but letting out a small gasp instead when my fingers graze the top of her clit.

“This is the best present ever!” I tell her softly as my fingers dip even lower and glide through her wetness.

Jenny lets go of the grip she has on my hand and clutches onto both of my shoulders as I use two of my fingers to pull some of her wetness up and circle her clit.

“Oh Jesus….wait, stop!” Jenny exclaims suddenly, putting a hand back on top of my wrist to stop me.

As much as I want to curl up in the fetal position, cry, and suck my thumb like a baby right now, I won’t. If she doesn’t want to do this, I will be a big boy and not have a temper tantrum. I will respect my wife’s wishes.

I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry.

“Okay, we can stop. You want to just cuddle?” I ask her, trying not to let my voice quiver.

She looks at me funny for a minute and then lets out a small laugh.

“Oh hell no! There will be no cuddling tonight. I just need to give you your second present,” she tells me.

“OH HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL, THANK GOD!” I yell, leaning down and resting my forehead against hers.

“Close your eyes again,” she tells me softly.

Once again, I do exactly as she says. I can hear clothing rustling, and I start doing a little Cabbage Patch dance action with my arms knowing that Jenny is taking her clothes off. I hear some other noise that almost sounds like creaking but whatever. My wife is getting naked, and I don’t give a rat’s ass about anything else.




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