Thursday, February 05, 2009
Wrong Game At The Wrong Time
When our eldest daughter was just a babe, Angela and I would occasionally play a game called “See how long we can stay naked until the baby wakes up.” The game went this way: On Friday night, we would put little Maribel to bed. Then, the two of us would disrobe completely. We would remain that way until Maribel awoke the next morning. Sometimes we would snuggle on the sofa and watch television or video tapes (this was before Al Gore invented the DVD). Sometimes we would play cards or other games. Mostly we had sex. Then we would go to bed early, wake up early, and have more sex. If Maribel woke up in the middle of the night, that didn't count unless she stayed awake for a couple of hours, which she never did, thank goodness.
We played this game periodically until just after Maribel became old enough to climb out of her crib. One Saturday morning, Angela and I were writhing on the floor with our respective heads between the other's respective legs, when Maribel came out. The furniture was arranged so that when someone who was about two foot six walked in, they would not see someone on the floor right away. We heard Maribel say, “Mommy, what are you doing?”
Fortunately, the television was on. Angela responded, “Watching cartoons, honey. Why don't we change your diaper, then we can make some cereal and you can watch with us.” Maribel scurried back to her room, which gave Angela and I enough time to slip into our room and grab robes. After that, we had to find a new game.
The reason I relate this story is that, for some curious reason, Angela thought it might be fun to play that game again, only this time using Luke as the designated sleepyhead. Luke's general routine is that he stays awake until the latest of hours, usually watching the late-night entertainment shows, reading, or drawing. Then he sleeps until lunchtime. A lot of this is due to his illness and his medication, which sometimes makes him sleepy. He also seems to concentrate better during the quiet of the night.
The other day, after Colette had left for school, Angela came into my office wearing her jammies and a robe, and proceeded to deposit both onto the floor. “Hey,” she said, “how about we play that naked game we played when Maribel was a baby.” I immediately considered the possibility of being caught by Luke, and so I agreed.
Seeing Angela naked sometimes causes me to lose the ability to reason.
Without delay, I disrobed. Since it would be no fun to to sit alone in my office naked, I decided to go with Angela to the kitchen for a cup of tea. No sooner had I gotten my beverage and started back to my office when I heard Luke descending the stairs, a good four hours earlier than he usually arose. My brain quickly disengaged itself from my loins and I said to Angela, “Laundry room!” We scurried off to our hiding place before Luke could catch us, where there were enough clothes to allow us to dress enough to avoid embarrassment. As we returned, I said to Angela, “It was just the dryer pipe. It should work now.” I was hoping that would explain why were in the laundry room. Angela, trying to suppress a giggle, expressed her “thanks.”
We didn't even have time to have sex.
For putting us in such a precarious situation, I have informed Angela that she shall have to be given a long, hard spanking. Now I just have determine the particulars and wait for the proper opportunity.
I think that, with a new member of the household, Angela and I will have to wait a few more years before we play any similar naked games, perhaps after all of the children have left the nest. In the meantime, we can still find appropriate excuses for Luke and Colette to head out, leaving the house to ourselves for an hour or so, so that we can participate in some fantastic spanking.
We played this game periodically until just after Maribel became old enough to climb out of her crib. One Saturday morning, Angela and I were writhing on the floor with our respective heads between the other's respective legs, when Maribel came out. The furniture was arranged so that when someone who was about two foot six walked in, they would not see someone on the floor right away. We heard Maribel say, “Mommy, what are you doing?”
Fortunately, the television was on. Angela responded, “Watching cartoons, honey. Why don't we change your diaper, then we can make some cereal and you can watch with us.” Maribel scurried back to her room, which gave Angela and I enough time to slip into our room and grab robes. After that, we had to find a new game.
The reason I relate this story is that, for some curious reason, Angela thought it might be fun to play that game again, only this time using Luke as the designated sleepyhead. Luke's general routine is that he stays awake until the latest of hours, usually watching the late-night entertainment shows, reading, or drawing. Then he sleeps until lunchtime. A lot of this is due to his illness and his medication, which sometimes makes him sleepy. He also seems to concentrate better during the quiet of the night.
The other day, after Colette had left for school, Angela came into my office wearing her jammies and a robe, and proceeded to deposit both onto the floor. “Hey,” she said, “how about we play that naked game we played when Maribel was a baby.” I immediately considered the possibility of being caught by Luke, and so I agreed.Seeing Angela naked sometimes causes me to lose the ability to reason.
Without delay, I disrobed. Since it would be no fun to to sit alone in my office naked, I decided to go with Angela to the kitchen for a cup of tea. No sooner had I gotten my beverage and started back to my office when I heard Luke descending the stairs, a good four hours earlier than he usually arose. My brain quickly disengaged itself from my loins and I said to Angela, “Laundry room!” We scurried off to our hiding place before Luke could catch us, where there were enough clothes to allow us to dress enough to avoid embarrassment. As we returned, I said to Angela, “It was just the dryer pipe. It should work now.” I was hoping that would explain why were in the laundry room. Angela, trying to suppress a giggle, expressed her “thanks.”
We didn't even have time to have sex.
For putting us in such a precarious situation, I have informed Angela that she shall have to be given a long, hard spanking. Now I just have determine the particulars and wait for the proper opportunity.
I think that, with a new member of the household, Angela and I will have to wait a few more years before we play any similar naked games, perhaps after all of the children have left the nest. In the meantime, we can still find appropriate excuses for Luke and Colette to head out, leaving the house to ourselves for an hour or so, so that we can participate in some fantastic spanking.
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# posted by 
: February 08, 2009 4:35 PM
: February 08, 2009 4:35 PM
You know, thats just my luck also. I can't even tell you how many times someone was awake/home when I thought they weren't.
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