It was a ritual between my husband, Ian and me to spend time together on a Saturday night. It could range from going on dates or just cuddling with each other while we talked about anything and everything. It was a thing that we followed religiously and which has played a major part in keeping us together since the time we had started dating, but today I wanted to bring a change to it. I called in sick and while Ian was out for work, I prepared for our night together.

Dressed in nothing but lingerie that left nothing to imagination under the shirt that I was wearing, I pulled him for a kiss when he entered the threshold of our home. I ran my hands down his back to his waist to pull him closer to me while he reached out to fist my ass in his hands.