A Lazy Kind of Weekend

My housework is finished, the last load of laundry is almost done and the dinner prep is completed. Time to take a break. It's never a good idea for me to get on the computer before I get the needed things done, or they don't get done. I've been thinking all day about what to post for my 100th post. Ana suggested I write about my first memory that makes me happy. Great suggestion, thanks Ana.

I did think about it, I suppose for most people that would be a childhood memory of some sort. Not for me though and it made me sort of shy away from those thoughts. I'm gonna think on that one some more. Cause it sorta fits in with some other emerging thoughts and they don't seem quite ready to pop to the fore ground yet.  So instead you get to hear about my weekend.

The weather got really warm, mid 80's, that's more like July weather for us. It made getting everything done easier. It's just so much easier to get up and get moving when the sun is shining and the windows are open. We were up and out of the house to start necessary errands at 7:30 Saturday morning. That's pretty much unheard of for us, but we needed to get the stuff done and Musicman was going to be doing some work for my brother later in the morning.

Once he got home from the work he was doing for my brother there were more errands to be done. I spent most of the afternoon trailing around behind Musicman while he did some shopping for stuff he needed. I wasn't too interested in the stuff he was looking at, so I wandered around in the general vicinity of him, looking at stuff through kinky eyes. It is kind of amazing the stuff you see differently when you look.

One store offered a fine selection of bamboo rods, meant for staking plants. Naturally that's not what spanko me saw. For a half a second when I first spotted them, I thought of mentioning them to Musicman and what my spanko friends would do with them. Then I came to my senses and moved on without uttering a word. I don't think I am all that ready to learn what a cane feels like. I'm glad I didn't point it out cause just two rows over Musicman was testing out all the grill brushes for swingability, and commenting on how each might feel.   I suppose when he is seeing pervertables everywhere there is no longer any doubt he is a spanko too.

We were going to start opening the pool this weekend and we talked about the fact that I could really use a new bathing suit. I haven't had one in a while and I have lost quite a bit of weight so a new one is a good idea. I really didn't want to go bathing suit shopping. Musicman pointed out the fact that I rarely wear one anyway so we skipped it.  Since the kids are grown and we have a lock on the privacy fence that surrounds the pool, if I wear anything at all to swim in it is usually just a thong. Guess I could get some new thongs, but I so rarely wear even that much to swim in it didn't seem necessary. I just wasn't much in a shopping mood, I did however get a new windchime for the porch and an herb garden for my windowsill.

After a long busy day we had some dinner and showers and drove out to my favorite firefly watching spot.  Unfortunately, it seems it's a little early yet for the fireflies to be out. Oh well, probably soon. It was a pleasant drive and since it is a familiar one Musicman let his hands roam while driving, one of the advantages of skirts without panties. We fell asleep watching movies, getting old is so much fun.

Musicman did discover Sunday morning that the way to wake a naked wife is not with the flogger. He had woken up before me and pulled me into his arms and woke me up with his roaming hands. When he started softly with the flogger it was so soothing it was putting me back to sleep. A few sharper strikes with it wasn't motivating me to move too much either.  Since his cock was awake and wanting some attention he figured maybe the spoon would get me moving, it did. Sunday morning sex is a great way to start the day, it also made it about noon before we were through with breakfast and ready to get started with some work on the pool.

After a few hours of very physical labor on the pool I was pretty stinky and ready to stop for the day. By the time I was out of the shower Musicman had finished up what he had been working on so he hopped in the shower. Since we were home alone and the only thing better then Sunday morning sex is Sunday afternoon sex we decided to go for round two.  Afterwards while I was making dinner he would stroll into the kitchen and lift my skirt to swat or rub or pinch, then he would wander back out. Wander in again and put his hands down my sun top and pinch and fondle my breasts, then wander back out.  It's really a miracle I didn't burn dinner with all the distractions.

After dinner we went for a nice ride, we saw some adorable baby geese and watched an entire lane of cars stop to let the turtle cross the road. We watched the sunset over the beaches and had some ice cream on the way home, chocolate extreme blizzard for me.  That's my kind of weekend, slow and lazy with plenty of playtime, but also getting the necessary things done.