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Becca pulled into her driveway and turned to see if her children were asleep.”Okay kiddos, we’re home,” she called after spying her eight-year-old, Charlie, lost in an iPad and Brian, her two-year-old, staring blankly out the window. She grabbed a bag of groceries from the passenger seat, then unbuckled and hoisted Brian from his car seat.”Is daddy home?” Charlie asked during their ascent to the front door?”I don’t know, sweetie.”Becca carried the little one on her ample left hip. A brunette ponytail wagged behind her white athletic top and twirled into a delicate half-curl near the small of her back. Black yoga pants hugged her posterior. Becca was 5’2″ and, at 130 pounds, she had blossomed from an average young lady into a full-figured woman.The trio crested the final steps and opened the front door. Leaning against the kitchen counter through the entryway was Becca’s husband, Kyle. He looked up from a stack of junk mail and smiled at his family.Kyle had just turned 37 years old, and he wore his age like a gentleman. His wavy black hair was neatly trimmed and, in places, speckled with greys and whites. Light stubble covered his strong jaw and surrounded his full lips. His lean build and 6’1″ frame were complimented by a fitted red t-shirt and snug jeans. A dark complexion and brown eyes betrayed his Italian descent.”DAAADDYYYY!” Brian cried out from behind his yellow pacifier. The toddler squirmed and lurched until Becca half dropped him on the floor. His little bare feet made soft thuds across the kitchen tile as he careened into his stooping father.”Hello there, little monster,” Kyle said, beaming at his son, “have you been nice to mommy today?”Kyle flicked quick glances at Becca as he bounced the boy in the air. She had placed the bag of groceries on the counter and was stretching to place a can on the top shelf. As she stretched, a sliver of tanned stomach peeked out between her white top and black pants. Kyle’s eyes found a faint seam of abdominal muscle and followed it until it disappeared şişli escort below her waistline.Picking up on his coded question about Brian’s behavior, Becca turned her head to conceal her grin. Some days, raising two kids full-time took all the fire out of Becca, no matter how hard Kyle fanned the flames. Luckily for them both, today wasn’t one of those days.”Don’t worry, Daaaaddy,” Becca said, mocking her son’s voice, “your little monster took a monstrously long nap today.”Becca closed the cabinet and wheeled around to find Kyle’s quick glances had become a hungry stare. His eyes danced upon her various parts and he seemed unaware that he was still holding a flailing child. The muscles in his forearms rippled as he shifted with the boy’s thrashes. Feigning calm, she raised an eyebrow and smiled.”I’m going to go take a shower and change clothes. Maybe you can man the crew until I’m done?”Before he could answer, Becca turned playfully and swished her wide hips out of the room, a mix of model strut and goofy teenage girl prance. She felt Kyle’s eyes burning a hole in her pants and she began removing her top while rounding the hallway corner.”Change into what?” Kyle asked, hopefully.”Oh, I’m thinking something blue…” Becca’s voice trailed off into the back of the house.Kyle’s face lit before he buried it into Brian’s pudgy belly, his growls and gummed nibbles coaxing feverish kicks and giggles from the toddler.For the half hour while Becca bathed, Kyle tried his best to keep the house from being destroyed. He followed the raucous pair from room to room, picking up nerf darts, replacing couch cushions and occasionally playing base for the two-year-old. When the mob would erupt toward the back of the house, Kyle could just detect the scent of Becca’s special bath salts creeping from their master bath.Their lives had become quite structured in the near-decade since becoming parents, a stark difference from their pre-children existence. They had become a volatile pair in the early years, their initial şişli escort bayan spark spreading quickly to a burning passion. They often found themselves insatiable at the most innocuous places, and Becca’s ability to tease and postpone Kyle’s advances were all that kept them from sprinting to the nearest public restroom or secluded ally. Despite her talents, there were still two restaurants in town they were too embarrassed to revisit.Upon the news of Becca’s first pregnancy, Kyle was exhilarated. But he was secretly fearful their physical relationship would be doomed to the nosedive that accompanies most parenting couples. Much to his surprise, their intimacy had flourished in their new environment. Even though they had endured rocky patches, the constant presence of children in the house had become a perfect vehicle for Becca’s teasing. At times when she was exhausted and longing only for sleep, rather than simply turning down Kyle’s advances, she would “harness” them, as she liked to call it. Becca took ownership of her refusals and ensured that his desires were stored, not wasted.As the years passed and trust in this new chapter of their sexuality grew, she could “harness” his passion for days at a time. And as his lust approached agony, the desire would drive her into a frenzy beyond control. It was on these nights, after days of “harnessing,” that Becca would put on Kyle’s favorite blue dress to signal she was ready to be taken. The final act of postponement was her favorite — donning the blue dress a few hours before the children went to sleep so as to enjoy every last minute of his longing.Eventually the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their Chinese dinner. Kyle wrestled the now-hungry pack of animals into their seats and began arranging food from Styrofoam containers.Kyle’s efforts were interrupted by the toddler voicing a content, “Mommyyyyyyy,” as Becca strode into the room. She wore the same blue dress Kyle had been picturing for days, paired with sleek silver mecidiyeköy escort sandals, enticing perfume, and an air of confidence that always accompanied this ensemble.Materially speaking, the dress was not extraordinary. She had purchased it from Target as a quick summer option, unaware it would become Kyle’s favorite. Its light cotton was royal blue and soft. The top was V-cut to reveal her perky cleavage and tied at the waist before loosely falling around her mid-thigh. The garment evoked in Kyle memories of their first summers together, when her typical outfit was a light sundress thrown over a wet bikini.As she walked, the swish and sway of fabric revealed an absence of a panty line, and the hint of hardening nipples under the dress suggested her bra had been left in the bedroom as well. Becca stopped before reaching her chair and cleared her throat, suggesting that Kyle should stop staring and continue putting food on plates.A playful “eeeeewww” erupted from Charlie, and a bright smile exposed his pride in detecting these adult subtleties that had previously eluded him. Both parents giggled, a bit embarrassed.”Hey now, little man,” Kyle joked at Charlie as he winked at Becca, “your mom isn’t THAT gross.”Charlie missed the joke as he had already consumed himself with tossing wadded pieces of torn napkin at Brian.Becca rounded the table to find her seat and discreetly brushed her pinky finger against the fly of Kyle’s pants as she passed. Kyle grinned, butterflies flittering in his stomach, and responded by raising one finger in the air. “That’s one,” he mouthed to her. Becca feigned an upset reaction, excited that his count had begun.Kyle’s retort to Becca’s teasing was to keep a count of her provocative actions while wearing the blue dress. When their time finally came, he exacted his “revenge” in his own ways. Becca wondered what her looming punishment might consist of tonight.Dinner that night was typical for their family — silly conversation accompanied by an occasional flying vegetable or spilled drink. Becca made it through the meal with only two more demerits from her husband. At one point, when both of the boys were distracted, she tugged on her dress to expose her left nipple and stared defiance into Kyle’s eyes.

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