❛𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍...❜ | 𝟏𝟖+

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 | 𝗻𝗼𝗶𝗿

The drizzling way my wife's long noir locks slip from the satin pillowcase as she tumbles in her deep slumber, a rocking of her skull from left to right urging the keratin molecules to slide every which way. My wife's stunning earthy aroma collects the air elements around her body, filling them with the dusky deep Noir fragrance the natural beauty of the scent her skin obtains, colliding with the bed sheets to create a sensory field of the powerfully divine smell, telling a story and writing a song as if within one sentimental whiff...

Admiring from my spot across the widely-spaced queen-size bed, I lay my forehead against the curve of my upper limb, arms folded alongside one another as my sustained headrest of warmth, giving me perfect access to the developing scene before me... "Eyes off my ass, you..." my eyes bug out of my skull in a sharp action, the pop I feel a nuisance to my brain. The delicate way each word is delivered in a rolling gesture of her tongue sets a flutter, a spark within me, a sensation well-known to my anatomy's soul. Nevertheless, my eyes don't fail to wander away from the woman whom I find angelic to a fault, no matter how many mornings I relive the process and gaze upon my wife in a celestial manner, I'll never grow bored of the scripted scene acted out each morning where I admire her looks and she pretends that she can't see me from afar with my appreciative ogles, even though we both know she damn well can...

"...Make me." a slow turn of her head aimed toward me is one of ominous amusement, my schoolgirl-like giggles eroding through our home walls, yanking a silky corner of my blanket to cover my face childishly, avoiding her tempered pupils before they reach my own. "Raidne, look at me, please." at the dominant tone of her strong voice, my fingers crawl up to the pink cusp of my shield, the bright smile remaining across my pouty lips, holding its pride of place through the thick and comical tension I sense immediately. Flipping down the blanket, our eyes lock in a tangled embrace as our blackened pupils indulge in a light, soft hug, her kind eyes relaxing my physique as a whole as she moves in for a kiss...until her actions deceive me once again, her strengthy arms coming in to wrap around my body lustily, throwing my body against her own within the fraction of a second. "Luci!" from the spontaneous position my wife has cruelly put me in, my backbends over her right shoulder in a downward slope, my legs left kicking giddily.

"Put me down!" despite my words, I seem to enjoy the silliness of the situation and my current state, a wondering feeling of tension lingering in the air. My wife's erupting witch-like cackles of elation make my body jump slightly, a line of worry sewn into my forehead as to what her next move could be. "Pacify your words for some manners would you, darling wife?" her exultant smirk is felt on the length of my back, her subtle enjoyment well-known in the silly endeavor. Tangling with the fabric of my pajama shorts in a light and fragile fashion before bringing the flat of her palm down against my bum, "Y'know you have a very spankable ass in those shorts." I whine minimally, wiggling around in the constricted space of her arm enclosed around my waist, however, it doesn't seem like she has the intention of letting me go any time soon. "Mmf, why do I have to be the smaller one?" I pout, my wife's response only to spank me further, resulting in my irritable groaning.

Before I give her a chance to respond, I take my plan of revenge into action, snaking my small hand down the back of her oversized Dartmouth shirt and tickling her from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, the entirety of her forefront jolting upwards in surprise and doubling over to free me. Without the weight of her arm coaxing me in I take my chance to escape, crawling away on the bed until she pulls me back in a wrestle-hug, our morning continuing with ripples of laughter and gauzy bliss...

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As a teacher, focus is the main skill I need to hold a room full of excited young minds...however, it's increasingly difficult when my hot wife is standing across the way from my classroom door, peering inside through the translucent window of lurking passers-by...I attempt to keep my focus on my students, my eyes making it an impossible task as they unintentionally sway and wander to the impressive stance of my woman holding such elegance and composure across me. I stood with my bum leaning against a chest of drawers, gazing out the window the entire time, the words I'd been desperate to say came flooding out in an instant... "One second, my little loves, I'll be back in a moment. Keep working, please."