Bah Humbug

Whoever said December is the jolliest time is nuts. For the past two weeks the sexy wife and I have been battling the multiple colds the kids have brought home from school. It is hard to feel sexy when you're hopped up on cold meds, sipping tea, and coughing non-stop.

That said, the sexy wife and I still manage to sneak in some late night loving. It's certainly not easy, as we both have demanding jobs and the kids keep us on our toes every minute we are not working, but somehow, no matter how tired I am, when I feel her sexy body next to me in bed, it manages to stir my emotions. The feel of her body heat, her breathing, her long hair brushing against me, it doesn't matter--somehow she always manages to get me all stirred up. Before long my hand is down her pajama pants, or up her shirt, and the next thing I know pajamas are strewn across the bedroom and I'm between her legs pounding her brains out.

It's funny, we have a running joke that whenever she takes a bath and primps and dresses up in something sexy, its a guarantee that I'll be snoring when she gets to bed; but if she just throws on a pair of comfy jammies, it always leads to fucking. Hmmm, maybe I just have a thing for those comfy, flannel pajamas?