Getting in the routine

After a full night’s comfortable rest, Molly woke up calm & content next to her husband. Noticing she was up before the alarm and Paul, she slowly slides out and let him sleep in a bit longer.

Moving around quietly and taking her time, she was thankful he was a heavy sleeper. Picking out a smart, sensible business dress, she got dressed and ready to head out. However, as she was putting on her last accessories, she saw her husband’s morning shaft standing at attention after he rolled over in his sleep.

Giggling a bit at her good fortune, she slowly crawled up from the foot of the bed between his legs and silently wrapped her lips around his wood and began gently bobbing up and down. She continued slowly moving up and down, over and over, feeling blood increasing to it as it began stiffening further as his breath began increasing.

Glancing up at him she saw his eyelids flutter open. Indicating the return of his consciousness, she quickly began wrapping her tongue around his cock and swiftly began moving from the base to the tip over and over again.

Paul’s head was groggy and foggy, but delightfully high as it tried to identify what dream he was going through. Looking down seeing something out of an office porno with a secretary blowing her boss, his brain could barely comprehend his wife blowing him as his nut sack began to expand as his orgasm approached.

Molly could feel his excitement build and loved watching the blissful lust wash over his face even before he could do anything about it. Feeling her impending reward, she reached up with her hand to grasp the base of his shaft and quickly pushed forward to finish him. Feeling her creamy reward release into her mouth, she quickly began to swallow it, his spunk coating the back of her throat as it goes down.

Moaning her appreciation as she finished emptying him, she knelt up on the bed, “thank you so much, Sir, for fixing my breakfast. It was delicious!”

Paul in his delightfully dazed state could only smile and nod in response.

She stood up from the bed and continued her monologue, “I hope you have a good day! I’ll just get coffee at work; don’t worry about getting up on my account,” she grinned and winked at him mischievously, “you already did that, Sir.”

“Bye, hun,” she shouted from the front door as she headed out, “see you this evening.”

As the door closed, Paul barely eked out “bye,” as he laid his head back and fell into a blissful nap.

A few hours later, sleep finally retreated from his vivid yet forgotten dreams; a lipstick ring around the base of his cock the only indication something was real.

Noticing the time, adrenaline quickly shot him awake as panic washed over him. Running across to his home office, he pulled up his work e-mail and saw there was nothing urgent or missed and still on schedule for most of his tasks.

Remembering Bill’s request for him not to miss a workout, Paul went and got his workout clothes on and proceeded to go through his general squats, lunges, yoga, etc to ensure he gets a full set in even though it was late. He definitely didn’t want to backtrack and disappointing his partner was the last thing he needed to do.

Working up a good bit of sweat, he went ahead and took the time to shower and after care regardless of the time. Stepping out of the bathroom afterwards, he was blissfully relaxed, ready to do....something. Standing in the middle of his bedroom luxurating in the tingle of his bare skin in the air conditioning, his brain ran through several idle cycles before finally noticing the clock. Realizing it wasn’t very long until his training session, he figured he might as well get ready for it.

Grabbing his canary training set, he got dressed sans the training shorts. Grabbing one of his new shirts, the yellow tartan kilt, vest, pastel yellow socks, and boots, he finished getting dressed.

Without enough time to really dig deep into a project, he grabbed his training aid and gadget to complete getting ready. Walking in his boots to the jug of cherry oil, he noticed the heavy foot falls halfway there and tried softening his walk, noticing how much quieter he got even as he swiveled his hips.

As he was kneeling installing the training aid, his mind wandered to how Trainer Bill knew how well this would work. Breathing in and out trying to relax as he worked on the installation, watching his breath produce condensation on the cool floor tiles in front of his face, he was happy that Trainer Bill was willing to partner with him with getting this right so he could really achieve the “mix up” for Molly considering how great she has been for him. Feeling the training aid finally lodged into place completely, Paul idly wondered how many of these techniques Molly went through; he wondered what other lessons she got from Trainer Bill that Paul was able to benefit from.

However, that train of thought quickly flew away as he stood up and a dizziness quickly washed over him as he reached out to the wall to gain his balance. Bringing his other hand up to his head to comfort himself, the flouncy cuff of the pirate shirt caught his attention, and he giggled a bit watching it flap before him.

Feeling steadier, Paul started walking back to his office almost mesmerized by the cuff on his shirt being deflected by the airflow. Each step he was reminded of the training aid but made sure to swing his hips to minimize its impact.

Sitting cautiously to check his work e-mail, Paul takes a moment to respond to a few before he realizes it's nearly time for his training session with Bill, so he closes up, sets for the session, and goes to sit in spot.

Keenly aware of his training aid, Paul shifted his hips while focused on getting his knees into position playing lightly with the hem of his kilt at mid thighs.

Bill connected silently and noticed Paulie playing with his skirt as he knelt on the floor; almost looking natural bowed there. Smiling happily at the pleasant site, Bill opened “Hello, Paulie!”

A small yelp escaped Paul’s lips as the sudden surprise of Trainer Bill breaking his wandering mind, “Hello, Trainer Bill.”

“Those shirts work really well with those kilts; like it would fit at a Scottish faire.”

“Yes, you did well pairing them, Trainer Bill.”

“Well, the model fits it well, Paulie,” Bill flirted almost automatically.

Blushing a bit, Paul didn’t know how to respond other than, “thank you, Trainer Bill.”

“Well, let's not waste time. Let's start with the stretching, and then see how the new shirt works.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul eager replied as he got up and showed how his flexibility has been coming along.

When Bill moved Paul over to the treadmill, he had Paul also work on his vocals.

As Paul was watching his form in the mirror, he was surprised by how familiar his kilt looked. He was sure he had seen it in a movie or something somewhere, but he was clueless as to where it might have been. As he was pondering it, he got a <ZAP>. Taking out an ear bud, “yes, Trainer Bill?”

“Don’t fiddle with the hem of your kilt while you’re walking; it makes you look nervous or flirty,” Bill teased, “unless that’s what you’re after.”

Paul blushed profusely, “No, Trainer Bill.”

“Just let your arms fall naturally at your side; let’s your fingers relax and curl in a bit. With that shirt you should really just see a soft curve of your fingers peeking under the fringe,” Bill instructed.

“yes, Trainer Bill.”

“Try and let them just hang naturally but try not to swing them like a runner; let your hip movement maintain your balance by swinging your momentum out.”

Paul relaxed his arms and followed the directions, “yes, Trainer Bill.” <BUZZ> Putting the earbud back in, he continued practicing mimicking Molly while watching his stride.

They continued like this through much of the remaining of the session. Bill was getting a little frustrated with the delay of his responses as it took a few steps for Paul to sense the notice, remove his earbud, and respond. Not to mention his focus has changed by that part. However, Paul was still improving regardless.

Bill could still tell the pitch of the voice still caused it not to be there, but he felt they still had time. “Alright, Paulie, lets close out,” Bill announced after zapping Paul’s attention.

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responded as he sashayed to his spot.

“Definitely are getting improvements, Paulie. But still working on the fluidity and comfort.”

Paul was glad he saw improvements, but was frustrated Trainer Bill wasn’t totally pleased yet; however, he knew he could get there if he kept working at it, “yes, Trainer Bill. I will continue to work on those; thank you for pointing it out, sir.”

“Good, Paulie, I have faith in you if you keep your determination and focus on this.”

Paul giggled with appreciation, “thank you, Trainer Bill.”

“Alright, I got things to do so I will catch you tomorrow. Take care, Paulie.”

“yes, Trainer Bill, look forward to more tomorrow.”

“Bye, Paulie.”

“Bye, Trainer Bill.”

Happy with their session, Paul popped up; dizzy a bit, he strutted over to his desk and noticed a message on his phone from Molly.

Molly: Bad migraine brewing; will need meds tonight. Can we do comfort food tonight?”

Paul hated to hear she was in pain. While he was disappointed this evening would be uneventful, he knew the quiet and calm would do them both good.

Paul: “Sorry I missed this, hun. I know those things suck; Chicken and Smashed taters?”

Molly: “LoL. Thank you, you know me so well. LuvYa.”

Paul: “Cyasoon.”

Paul knew he didn’t have a ton of time to get it all ready for her, so he quickly took off his training garb & put it away. Working quickly, he was able to get it finished just before he heard Molly come crashing through the front door.

“Hey, Molly, dinner is ready if you are,” Paul shouted from the kitchen.

“Oh, please don’t yell,” Molly stated as she past by the kitchen, “I need to get into something more comfortable.”

As Paul set out the food, Molly returned in a sweatshirt hoodie that barely covered her ass after grabbing her meds.

“Dinner smells wonderful, but I’m afraid I’ll need dark and quiet to get through this.”

“Yes, eat up and then will go cuddle and let you sleep.”

Rubbing her hands over her arms calming the anxiety. “Sounds good normally, but I’m probably going to be in a heightened ‘touch me not’ mode.”

“I get it, hun. Its import you get rest, but I can’t promise you I won’t be chilling in bed next to you.”

“Thank you, hun,” Molly responded as she dug into your dinner.

They sat mostly quiet while they finished most of their dinner, “this is really good, hun, but I think I’m done."

Looking at her barely half empty plate, Paul assured her, “totally okay, babe. Get some rest and I’ll clean up.”

“Thank you, hun,” Molly replied while she stood up cautiously navigating the halls before falling into the blankets and resting in the dark room.

Paul cleaned up and put everything away. When he got to bed, he could see Molly was definitely resting deeply. Taking off his clothes, he climbed in next to her and let the dreams overtake him.