When we awoke this morning, we decided to stay one more night here in our apartment at Newtonian Gardens before heading back to the house tomorrow. Julia didn’t have any clients until the afternoon, so we figured we’d clean up around here today and then leave tomorrow morning to see what state the snow left our house in before getting down to business.
Around 9:30 AM we got a call on the wife’s cellphone from our friend Ellen, asking if we’d like to stop by for lunch/dinner around three this afternoon. So… We accepted and then got down to business, getting our laundry caught up, vacuuming, etc. I couldn’t help thinking to myself how nice it was to have a washer and drier in our apartment that we could finally use without pissing off the neighbors around us. When the machines were first put in some of the building 2 apartment, when your washer was spinning off, “Your neighbors knew it!”
But Goldberg Realty did find a contractor that would be able to fix the problem. This, from what I understand, involved a big chunk of change and fair amount of work because things weren’t done right the first time and it was doing structural damage to the building. But they got it right this time, “Lucky for all of us tenants!”
Around 2:30 PM Julia called Ellen and let her know we were on the way. Then we walked down West End to Ellen’s complex on Liberty Street, arriving there in record time because, as Julia put it, “It was a bit Fucking cold out!”
I jokingly asked Julia if she wanted to walk back to the house and get the car knowing that walk would be longer. My wife’s reply? She stopped dead in her tracks for a few seconds before saying sternly, “Bite your tongue,” with just the hint of a laugh in her voice.
I smirked at her as we resumed walking, and she smacked me in the ass for some strange reason. Then she giggled and slipped her arm around my waist as we turned the corner onto High Street. Things were remarkably well cleaned up considering it was a weekend. You might say it was a party like atmosphere. “It was cool!”
After dinner we hung out chatting for a while, not realizing how much time had gone by until Mark noticed that it was 8:00 PM, when checking something on his phone. Julia and I looked at each other and she gave my leg a squeeze as I nodded my head.
So, we excused ourselves politely after our offer to help clean up was turned down and made it back to our apartment at around 8:30 PM when all was said and done. It was a colder walk home, but Julia and I got warmed up fast once inside again and away from prying eyes.
However, the mail anatomy wasn’t functioning up to its usual standard. Julia tried everything she could to help me out, but it just wasn’t happening. So… Rather than stress about it… Well… “What’s a couple to do?”
Once it was clear that my anatomy wasn’t going to be jumpstarted into action any time soon, I just focused on making sure Julia felt really good, with blood well circulating; letting my fingers do the walking, shortly followed by my tongue when the time was right for that kind of play. Julia was cool about it and, after having one of those orgasms that only a woman can have, which goes on and on for about twenty minutes from start to finish… Well… The words, “Thank you Babe,” had barely left her lips before her breathing changed to indicate she’d fallen into a deep sleep.
I enjoy getting my lady off and really appreciate her level of understanding when my software refuses to become hardware at times. This isn’t often. But… It does happen to most guys of any age, usually when they least expect it.
Julia doesn’t take it personal when this kind of thing happens; her reminding me at one point tonight, “If things do come back online at any point this evening, I’m sure we’ll be able to make good use of them. But…” she continued with a warm seductive glow to her voice, “If things don’t work out that way that’s fine too. There are plenty of other ways we can make each other feel good.”
And… As I ponder the way this evening’s tryst played out… The way my own body feels after exploring Julia and being close to her in various positions as she explored me… Listening to my wife’s gentle breathing from our bed across the room as I write this… Well… I do have to admit… She certainly wasn’t wrong about that. Outside of intercourse, “There are plenty of other ways we can make each other feel good!”