Shortly after arriving home from work and changing into my comfy cotton pants and t-shirt, I hear the unmistakable sound of the garage door opening. He’s home! A minute later, the garage closes and I hear the inner door clunk shut. I meet him in the living room as he sets his computer bag and phone down. While we share some small talk, he re-iterates his desire to lie down to rest for a few minutes before dinner, as he ha...

My eyes pop open when he shifts and sighs under me. Raising my cheek from his sticky chest, I peer at the clock. Barely thirty minutes have passed since we laid down for a nap after work, twenty or so since my spit-slicked hands caressed his cock to a spurting and gushing orgasm. I’m lying tits-down in the crusting mess, but it feels more sensually erotic than nasty. He pushes me off his chest, onto my side, and turns to...