He, a computer guy on his 40s, with the Six Pack of the Pillsbury man. She, a stay-at-home mom, looking herself in the mirror, looking to the love scars in her body after giving birth to two daughters. A couple, just like many others, running around all the time, trying to balance the routine of the day-by-day, taking care of tummy aches at 2:00 in the morning, scratched knees in the park, and picking up dolls and pink ponies from the living room. Never the less, they have a secret. A continious search. He amuses himself looking her panties thru her dress. She surprises him touching his member, while he is washing dishes. When the quick cycle of the laundry machine, reminds her of that quickie when he fucked her from behind, surprising her while she was folding laundry. Or when little ones are watching a movie downstairs, and they can have a shower together, touch one an other, and may be … When a cold cucumber being cut for the salad, can become an invitation for fellatio. When a Sunday morning, when both wake up early at the same time that going for work, and its an importunity for some morning glory, she looks at his erection, he looks at her naked hips, he kisses her on the neck, she caresses his penis, and passion explodes, but love has to be done in a tortuous silence, any whimper can wake up the girls next door. To Master the Art of the Silent Quickie.Continue reading…
