Gentle Waves and A Tipsy Moon

Thomas watched from the doorway as Rachel tickled and laughed with the kids as she tucked them in. Usually he was the ‘troublemaker’ keeping them excited before Rachel came in to lay down the law and calm things down for bed, but he didn’t mind switching roles for a night or more. She paused for a moment and looked over at him and smiled. Those big blue eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the kids’ bedside lamp as a few loose locks of her golden hair framed her face.

“Okay, time for the final tuck in before bed. Love you!”

Thomas chuckled as Rachel’s voice was still a bit on the high side for bedtime, but he blamed the ****. It didn’t bother him though. It wasn’t a school night and that icy, lawyer facade had been peeled away.

She gave him a look and another quick smile as she brushed past him through the doorway. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he turned and watched her walk down the hall before going back in to do the final tuck in of the kids.

Thomas got through half a bedtime story before the kids were passed out. He knew they were tired as they managed to fall asleep over the laughter and commotion going on in the living room between Aubrey and Rachel.

After doing his final tuck-ins and turning out the lights he was ready to find more of the same, but the living room was dark and quiet and neither woman was in sight when he did his final checks of all the doors and locks.

As he made his way to the bedroom he saw the balcony door open and Rachel staring out at the ocean. The gentle waves of the tide were soothing and so much better in person than any noise machine or streaming playlist. It was real. The ocean air and smell, and his beautiful bride were all very real, standing there in a silhouette of the grayish blue moonlight.

He watched for a moment before he slid up behind her, his hands gliding just under her shirt over the smooth silky skin of her stomach. She tensed up for a moment before realizing it was him and then moved her hands over his as she leaned her head back into his chest. His chin rested on the top of her head as they stood there in silence, listening to the waves roll and kiss the shore.

“I’m glad we went out tonight. I needed it.” Rachel said, letting out a soft moan as he continued to run his hands over her stomach.

“I’m glad too.”

“Are you sure? You seemed a little distant at dinner.” she said, looking over her shoulder.

“Sorry, I was just enjoying watching you and the kids… and us being a family. Guess I needed that out-of-body panoramic view.” he replied.

He then leaned down to kiss her cheek and then her neck, causing her to tilt her head to the side, welcoming more. Even after all these years he couldn’t get over how smooth and soft a woman's skin could be. It was almost as if women were made from different stuff. She let out another gentle moan as he continued to kiss her neck, this time letting one of his hands slip under the waistband of her skirt.

“Hey there, mister, I’m not that drunk.” she teased, holding his hand still beneath her skirt.

Thomas chuckled a bit before he resumed kissing her neck.

“I wasn’t hoping you were, but to be honest some of my thoughts during dinner weren’t exactly family-friendly.”

“Oh?”

“Remember that date we had in the park, before we got married?” he said before pushing his hand past hers and over the soft cotton fabric of her panties. His fingertips feeling the familiar warmth of her sex as he reached further down between her legs.

“Mmm.” she cooed as he continued. “THAT date.”

His fingers then traced the soft folds of her pussy lips over her panties as he pulled her in close, letting his hardness press into her back as he held her partially pinned against the railing of the balcony.

“What can I say? Just seeing you tonight, more yourself, having a good time, dressed in this skirt.”

Her breathing became a bit heavier as he gently pushed her panties aside and felt her bare, warm flesh. His fingers traced over the soft folds of her pussy, feeling the moisture sliding over his fingertips as he moved up and down her lips. Her pussy was wetter than he had expected. He wanted to believe it was all him, but she had to have been thinking about him too before he came out there.

She breathed out and whispered his name, “Mmm, Thomas” as he reached up with his free hand and moved over the soft fabric of her bra, feeling her hardened nipples under his fingertips.

Rachel then pushed her ass back against him as he slid a finger inside her. The first intimate contact they had had in weeks.

He continued to tease her as he gently moved his finger in and out of her, alternating between exploring her depths with his finger and tracing over the soft fold of her lips before teasing circles around her clit that had begun to swell.

She sucked in a breath before pushing him back.

“What’s wrong?”

She turned and smiled. “Nothing, but we can’t exactly do it out here on the balcony.”

Thomas closed in toward her. “Why not?” he asked with a grin.

Rachel started to blush. “Because… someone might see… or HEAR.”

“So?”

Rachel rolled her eyes before she stood up on her tip-toes and kissed him. “So… we’re not those wild ‘kids’ anymore. Plus, I think the **** is making me sleepy.”

Thomas’ shoulders fell in disappointment. Unfortunately, his cock wasn’t as quick to respond as it still strained against his pants. Rachel took notice and gently ran her fingers over his aching bulge..

“Fair enough.” he conceded. “Though, that isn’t helping.”

“I’m sorry. I know you were probably hoping for a different sort of date night, but I promise we’ll spend some time together soon.”

“Can I get that in writing, counselor?” he teased, but Rachel’s face turned.

“Hey! I’m sorry I’m tired. Not all of us can work from home. It’s been really rough at the office lately.”

“Woah. Sorry, I was just messing with you.”

“Yeah, well... “ Rachel trailed off. “Nevermind. I need to shower.”

Thomas hung his head and let out a breath of frustration after Rachel walked away. Part of him wanted to blame male biology for only allowing enough blood flow to go to one head or the other, but he truly didn’t mean to hurt or offend her.

He mindlessly surfed through the array of nothing on television while Rachel showered and prepared for bed. Sitting there thinking and trying to will he cock back to normal he did start to see how his comment was a bit of a dig, but arguing and trying to sort it out with Rachel while she was tipsy was probably not the best idea. He knew he’d have the upper hand on the seasoned lawyer/debate master as she was not operating with all her faculties, but he also knew no good decisions were made or feelings expressed when intoxicated. He’d keep the peace, stay out of her way, apologize, go to sleep, and hope for a better morning.

‘Good job, Thomas, way to fuck up an otherwise good night.’