Spending time with Miranda

Tom thought about checking in on Sarah/Amorina but the girls didn't arrive home until after 11 and it was already late for a school night. The two younger ones both said goodnight before they disappeared up the stairs to the bathroom and then into their rooms. He had expected to talk with her again but Amorina, as soon as she came in to the house, placed the keys on the table and flashed an exhausted, somewhat embarrassed look at him and then quietly said good night before she went up the stairs to her room.

About ten minutes later, the door to the garage opened and Miranda came in. "Honey?"

Tom stood back up from his seat and walked into the kitchen to greet her. She flashed a relieved smile at him as he took the bags from her and proceeded to walk it to the laundry. "How was the baby?"

"Fussy like nothing, I couldn't help but laugh at that. Man, I do NOT miss those times!" She rubbed her temple as she took a glass of water and after finishing it, turned and looked at him. "Had a quiet night?"

Tom finished loading the washing machine before he turned the light off and came back into the kitchen and walked behind his wife, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaned down to kiss her on the neck. "I wouldn't mind a little bit noisier."

She playfully slapped his hands but didn't move any as he pressed into her body and she adjusted herself, pressing against him and rubbing against him slightly. She let out a soft moan as his lips pressed against her neck. "Mmm..I could stand a bit myself. The girls asleep?"

He looked at the window which cast a small reflection of the stairway and spotted Amorina standing quickly, just out of view for the most part. He turned his attention back to her neck, his body pressing against hers and his hand reached down and turned her head backwards to meet his lips. She raised a hand behind to hold his head there, leaning against the kitchen counter bent over. They continued to make out for a few more moments, his cock straining against his pants and her grinding becoming more and more pronounced. She quickly turned around in his grasp and pressed her body against his. Miranda felt little desire to fight as his hands hitched up her skirt and he ran a hand along the inner part of her thigh. "Let's go, right now..." she whispered into his ear and then, for good measure, brushed his cock with her hand before turning and sashaying to the bedroom.

That night, Tom made sure to take his time, enjoying every inch of the woman who was giving herself to him. She was very limber, flexible, and most importantly eager to do things that Sarah, bless her heart, was never up for doing. He also, by virtue of the coin no doubt, had managed to find his body more receptive and with just a bit more stamina than before. By the time they were done, Miranda lay exhausted but nestled against his chest with a smile, her hair slightly matted from the sweat on her brow, and she ran her fingers on his chest. "That..."

"I love you, babe," he whispered before he glanced back at the door slowly shutting. With that, Tom looked down at his wife who was sleeping quietly and closed his eyes just the same.