Ummmm....Oops!

There seem to be so many people constantly in and out of our house. The kids keep very different schedules than do Musicman and myself. They come and go at all hours. We never really know when we will have private time.

We are learning to take advantage of those rare times when we find our selves home alone. It's not the ideal way to play. Sometimes we are busy doing other vanilla life type things. Sometimes we are tired from long days at work. Sometimes we just don't feel like jumping each other just because the house is empty.

Too bad.

We've begun to learn to take advantage of those times, whether we are really in the mood or not. If we miss an opportunity, it may not present itself again for a while. Then we are both left wanting, not a good thing.

We have learned that our best times on the weekends are late afternoon. Our son is working and our daughter is usually out somewhere seeing her step kids. She has two of them.

That was the case today. Musicman had woken in a bit of a bad mood. Nothing serious, just one of those days when I needed to let him be, while I went about my own business. I did some chores, some baking and some cooking.

Today is Musicman's birthday. Shhh...don't tell anyone, he doesn't care for a lot of fanfare. He turned 50 today and he still doesn't have one gray hair, on his very healthy head of hair I might add. So not fair.

I made him his favorite, a blueberry pie. Yeah...I'm that crazy lady who turns on her oven in 84 degree weather to bake, just because it's his favorite. I also prepped for dinner, the first one that I cooked in a week(unusual for me, but that's a story for another day).

Eventually, everything I had set out to accomplish, had been done. Musicman had taken our son to work and our daughter and her family were out for the day. Or so we thought.

He approached me, cane in hand as I walked into our room. He gathered me up in his arms and started administering that cane to my backside. Then he spun me around, still holding me close in his arms as he administered the cane to my front side. This behavior continued on for several twirls. Not only was I feeling the sting of the cane, but I was starting to get a bit dizzy from the constant twirling.

The he backed up a few steps, cane still in hand, still connecting with various body parts and ordered me to continue. Continue what? I was confused, and the burn of the cane was setting in, effectively obscuring any rational thought on my part.

He ordered me to strip.

Oh! Okay!

The cane continued to reign down over various body parts as I twirled and stripped. I was seriously starting to get very dizzy. That's when he decided his shorts were becoming a bit too tight and removed them.

I couldn't help myself, I pounced and it was on. His gorgeous cock was staring me right in the face and kneeling before him just felt so incredibly right. He continued to employ the cane as I knelt before him and had my treat.

At some point, way beyond my ability to remember details, we moved to the bed. I remember him entering me, I was so wet and he was so hard. He enjoys and encourages me to be loud. He likes to hear me beg. At that point, not a problem for me. A very good time was had.

It wasn't until we were done, that we realized, we were not alone. Our daughter and her family had come home. It is quite probable, based on what we realized next that they heard us.

I wish I could say I was dying of embarrassment. I'm not. Maybe now they will think twice before they unlock that door and come in(the doors to our house are almost never locked, too much traffic coming and going). Maybe now they will realize that Mom and Dad aren't just Mom and Dad. Hey...maybe they will work a bit harder to try and give us our privacy.

Also, I wanted to say thank you to all that have welcomed me back and left comments for me. I promise, I have read them all and will be answering them soon.