“Julia? What are you doing?” I asked sluggishly. I felt lips gently brush mine with fruity smelling hair accompanying them to form a tent around my head as Julia moved slowly above me.
Julia giggled and said, “Giving thanks because it’s… Uh… Thanksgiving Babe!” Then she added between breaths “And… No. You aren’t working today, and neither is your wife. It will be a good day and healthy for both of us.”
Then as her body began to tremble with the arrival of her climax she said very breathily as her chest heaved with the exertion of her forceful movements in the moment, “You can trust me on this. I am a successful and highly respected therapist you know. No work is good today.”
Minutes later she collapsed into my arms, having worked passed her own orgasm to insure mine, gasping, “Happy Thanksgiving Love. God that was incredible. Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything really,” I said smiling at her as Julia lay breathing hard with her head on my chest. She laughed and said, “You trust me enough to let me wake you up like that and it’s well… It means a lot to me.”
Next thing I know I feel my wife doing other things that led to… Well… It was a very XXX rated morning for which I was grateful. And… Yeah… We’ll leave it at that.
And… You know? After having Joined Ellen and her daughter for lunch at the Hampton Diner before stopping by Sharon’s for a little while, plus returning home to find Marilyn and her son pulling into our driveway for a quick visit, I don’t think work would have really been in the cards today. But… Once our phone calls for the day were done and our friends had hit the road to go home Julia said to me warmly, “That was fun. I’m tired but… It’s been a really good day.”
Apparently though… My successful therapist wife wasn’t all that tired as she clearly had been full of enough desire to start what came next. And yeah… The emphasis here is on, “Came,” again and again and again.