This morning before I left for work. I can’t recall the last time I had morning sex before work.
My face was mashed you can guess where, and right when she began writhing and moaning out comes a cute little fart. I stopped what I was doing and asked, “Really?” She apologized with “Baby I’m sorry,” but then started laughing. I resumed what I was doing, but her laughter was infectious and got me laughing too. Eventually I moved up while she was still laughing. And then a poke and the laughter abruptly stopped with a “Oooooooohhhhhhhh!!”
She made me a sandwich, and when I got to work I found she had written on the sandwich bag in marker, ‘I love you.’ I’m at work now, and she’s at my house ironing my shirts, hand washing my sweaters and cleaning my house. Now that’s sexy.