Forgotten Dishes, Sweet Secrets

She could feel his eyes on her as she dutifully tore open the mail and grinned. It was a dinner table ritual, opening the mail, but he was oh, so predictable. She’d filled his tummy with her good cooking, and now he had other things on his mind, namely ‘dessert.’ He always seemed to conveniently forget that SOMEONE had to do the dishes leftover from those great meals he always wolfed down. Men—so easily distracted. She stopped mid-slice with her letter opener and met his gaze.

“My eyes are still hungry,” he said softly.

His face was sometimes maddeningly sexy, and she turned back to her letter with a soft grin. He was ‘hopeless,’ but that was quite all right as far as she was concerned. “Oh, darn it!” She waved her thumb in the air, and then squeezed it with her hand, looking down at the tiny pin prick of blood inflicted by the sharp tip of the letter opener. Truth be told, he was distracting, too—sometimes to her exasperation. She looked over at him and rolled her eyes at his grin. He knew it, too. Reaching for her hand, he drew it to his lips and kissed her thumb.

“Here—you open it.” Lisa handed him the letter.

He glanced briefly at the return address. “It’s from Marie. I wonder what—” He finished opening the top with his thumb and drew out a note and a DVD. Opening the note, he read quietly:

‘To my dear cousin and his much better half… I just have to share this with you. It is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, even if it was by accident. I don’t know what ever possessed me to do it, but I couldn’t help myself… and if I’d have made a sound, it would have been… well… you’ll see. If I tried to keep it secret any longer, I think I’d just bust. Lisa—you’re the most beautiful person I know… inside in the heart, and on the outside, too. Cousin, your a lucky man, and you better take good care of my best friend or else you’ll be hearing from me. And from the sound of things, I’d say you’ve got things covered… but you’ll still have to hear from me anyway. Tuff luck, huh? That’s what you get for being related. Ha ha! Anyhoo, love you both. ~ Marie’

He handed the note to Lisa. “Do you have any idea what in the world she’s talking about this time?” He inquired. “Someone needs to teach her how to spell, too,” he added.

Lisa scanned down the note and looked up at him. “I haven’t the slightest idea, Sweety. What else came with it?”

“This DVD. I guess we’re supposed to watch it?” He looked at her, distracted at once by her rich, cornflower blue eyes, suddenly not caring about anything else. He sure as heck didn’t need a note from his cousin to tell him who was his better half and that she was beautiful… and stunning… and sexy… and…

She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe after dishes.” And then she gasped as she felt a hand meandering over a soft leg under her skirt. Now how in the dickens had he so quickly relocated his hands without her feeling it?!

“Maybe after—”

“After dishes!” she giggled, swatting his hand away. Shifting out of her chair she grinned as he seemed to exhale a world of air. Crushed… but only for a moment. Tossing him a dish towel she offered, “It will go faster if you help me.”

Actually, it didn’t. He actually was quite good about helping her, and always had been, but in truth, it took more time to get the job done than if she’d done it herself on account of his delightful habit of not keeping his hands to himself. It was his playful streak that reminded her why he was in the same family tree as Marie, her best friend, who seemed to be made of the same stuff. Sometimes it was a game, each trying to outdo the other with some outlandish whisper in the other’s ear. Other times he’d try to distract her with those naughty hands of his that never left her without a smile on her face, and laughter in her heart. When she finally hanged the towel up in its proper place and proclaimed the job finished, she was as ready as he.

“C’mon, Hon,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her to their cozy little den. “Let’s see what Marie gave us.”

Popping the DVD into the player they sat back on the couch to relax. Leaning back against a pillow, she watched his face light up as she rested two flawless, smooth legs on his lap. Bare legs and a jean skirt. It was one of his favorites. He smiled down at her, his warm hands enjoying her soft skin and pretty feet, sending butterflies of excitement to her tummy. She was touched with his gentleness, as he tenderly rubbed her feet.

“Hon… is that–?” she started, sitting up. She looked over at her husband, whose jaw was hanging open. They looked at each other, and then back at the screen. “Honey! Where is this? I—”

“Sweetheart, you’re blushing.”

“I am not! How did she—?”

“Shh…” he soothed, his eyes now glued to the screen. It wasn’t a long recording, maybe about five minutes, but long enough to make both wonder just how they managed to miss the fact that another person happened to be in such close proximity to where they chose to enjoy God’s creation in a most special way. The screen went blank, and they continued staring for several minutes, before either said anything.

“Well, now, Hon,” he drawled in a sarcastic voice. “Congratulations. We’ve just starred in our first movie. The male lead looked pretty scruffy if you ask me, but the female lead, she was quite delicious.” And she had been, too. He still remembered that afternoon, their hushed and hurried whispers, the accidental tearing of her panties, and the sublime feeling of her smooth thighs clasped about his head as he brought her to ecstasy.

Reaching for her hand, he drew it to his lips and kissed her thumb. “Here—you open it.” Lisa handed him the letter.

He glanced briefly at the return address. “It’s from Marie. I wonder what—” He finished opening the top with his thumb and drew out a note and a DVD. Opening the note, he read quietly:

‘To my dear cousin and his much better half… I just have to share this with you. It is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, even if it was by accident. I don’t know what ever possessed me to do it, but I couldn’t help myself… and if I’d have made a sound, it would have been… well… you’ll see. If I tried to keep it secret any longer, I think I’d just bust. Lisa—you’re the most beautiful person I know… inside in the heart, and on the outside, too. Cousin, your a lucky man, and you better take good care of my best friend or else you’ll be hearing from me. And from the sound of things, I’d say you’ve got things covered… but you’ll still have to hear from me anyway. Tuff luck, huh? That’s what you get for being related. Ha ha! Anyhoo, love you both. ~ Marie’

He handed the note to Lisa. “Do you have any idea what in the world she’s talking about this time?” He inquired. “Someone needs to teach her how to spell, too,” he added.

Lisa scanned down the note and looked up at him. “I haven’t the slightest idea, Sweety. What else came with it?”

“This DVD. I guess we’re supposed to watch it?” He looked at her, distracted at once by her rich, cornflower blue eyes, suddenly not caring about anything else. He sure as heck didn’t need a note from his cousin to tell him who was his better half and that she was beautiful… and stunning… and sexy… and…

She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe after dishes.” And then she gasped as she felt a hand meandering over a soft leg under her skirt. Now how in the dickens had he so quickly relocated his hands without her feeling it?!

“Maybe after—”

“After dishes!” she giggled, swatting his hand away. Shifting out of her chair she grinned as he seemed to exhale a world of air. Crushed… but only for a moment. Tossing him a dish towel she offered, “It will go faster if you help me.”

Actually, it didn’t. He actually was quite good about helping her, and always had been, but in truth, it took more time to get the job done than if she’d done it herself on account of his delightful habit of not keeping his hands to himself. It was his playful streak that reminded her why he was in the same family tree as Marie, her best friend, who seemed to be made of the same stuff. Sometimes it was a game, each trying to outdo the other with some outlandish whisper in the other’s ear. Other times he’d try to distract her with those naughty hands of his that never left her without a smile on her face, and laughter in her heart. When she finally hanged the towel up in its proper place and proclaimed the job finished, she was as ready as he.

“C’mon, Hon,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her to their cozy little den. “Let’s see what Marie gave us.”

Popping the DVD into the player they sat back on the couch to relax. Leaning back against a pillow, she watched his face light up as she rested two flawless, smooth legs on his lap. Bare legs and a jean skirt. It was one of his favorites. He smiled down at her, his warm hands enjoying her soft skin and pretty feet, sending butterflies of excitement to her tummy. She was touched with his gentleness, as he tenderly rubbed her feet.

“Hon… is that–?” she started, sitting up. She looked over at her husband, whose jaw was hanging open. They looked at each other, and then back at the screen. “Honey! Where is this? I—”

“Sweetheart, you’re blushing.”

“I am not! How did she—?”

“Shh…” he soothed, his eyes now glued to the screen. It wasn’t a long recording, maybe about five minutes, but long enough to make both wonder just how they managed to miss the fact that another person happened to be in such close proximity to where they chose to enjoy God’s creation in a most special way. The screen went blank, and they continued staring for several minutes, before either said anything.

“Well, now, Hon,” he drawled in a sarcastic voice. “Congratulations. We’ve just starred in our first movie. The male lead looked pretty scruffy if you ask me, but the female lead, she was quite delicious.” And she had been, too. He still remembered that afternoon, their hushed and hurried whispers, the accidental tearing of her panties, and the sublime feeling of her smooth thighs clasped about his head as he brought her to ecstasy.

Reaching for her hand, he drew it to his lips and kissed her thumb. “Here—you open it.” Lisa handed him the letter.

He glanced briefly at the return address. “It’s from Marie. I wonder what—” He finished opening the top with his thumb and drew out a note and a DVD. Opening the note, he read quietly:

‘To my dear cousin and his much better half… I just have to share this with you. It is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, even if it was by accident. I don’t know what ever possessed me to do it, but I couldn’t help myself… and if I’d have made a sound, it would have been… well… you’ll see. If I tried to keep it secret any longer, I think I’d just bust. Lisa—you’re the most beautiful person I know… inside in the heart, and on the outside, too. Cousin, your a lucky man, and you better take good care of my best friend or else you’ll be hearing from me. And from the sound of things, I’d say you’ve got things covered… but you’ll still have to hear from me anyway. Tuff luck, huh? That’s what you get for being related. Ha ha! Anyhoo, love you both. ~ Marie’

He handed the note to Lisa. “Do you have any idea what in the world she’s talking about this time?” He inquired. “Someone needs to teach her how to spell, too,” he added.

Lisa scanned down the note and looked up at him. “I haven’t the slightest idea, Sweety. What else came with it?”

“This DVD. I guess we’re supposed to watch it?” He looked at her, distracted at once by her rich, cornflower blue eyes, suddenly not caring about anything else. He sure as heck didn’t need a note from his cousin to tell him who was his better half and that she was beautiful… and stunning… and sexy… and…

She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe after dishes.” And then she gasped as she felt a hand meandering over a soft leg under her skirt. Now how in the dickens had he so quickly relocated his hands without her feeling it?!

“Maybe after—”

“After dishes!” she giggled, swatting his hand away. Shifting out of her chair she grinned as he seemed to exhale a world of air. Crushed… but only for a moment. Tossing him a dish towel she offered, “It will go faster if you help me.”

Actually, it didn’t. He actually was quite good about helping her, and always had been, but in truth, it took more time to get the job done than if she’d done it herself on account of his delightful habit of not keeping his hands to himself. It was his playful streak that reminded her why he was in the same family tree as Marie, her best friend, who seemed to be made of the same stuff. Sometimes it was a game, each trying to outdo the other with some outlandish whisper in the other’s ear. Other times he’d try to distract her with those naughty hands of his that never left her without a smile on her face, and laughter in her heart. When she finally hanged the towel up in its proper place and proclaimed the job finished, she was as ready as he.

“C’mon, Hon,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her to their cozy little den. “Let’s see what Marie gave us.”

Popping the DVD into the player they sat back on the couch to relax. Leaning back against a pillow, she watched his face light up as she rested two flawless, smooth legs on his lap. Bare legs and a jean skirt. It was one of his favorites. He smiled down at her, his warm hands enjoying her soft skin and pretty feet, sending butterflies of excitement to her tummy. She was touched with his gentleness, as he tenderly rubbed her feet.

“Hon… is that–?” she started, sitting up. She looked over at her husband, whose jaw was hanging open. They looked at each other, and then back at the screen. “Honey! Where is this? I—”

“Sweetheart, you’re blushing.”

“I am not! How did she—?”

“Shh…” he soothed, his eyes now glued to the screen. It wasn’t a long recording, maybe about five minutes, but long enough to make both wonder just how they managed to miss the fact that another person happened to be in such close proximity to where they chose to enjoy God’s creation in a most special way. The screen went blank, and they continued staring for several minutes, before either said anything.

“Well, now, Hon,” he drawled in a sarcastic voice. “Congratulations. We’ve just starred in our first movie. The male lead looked pretty scruffy if you ask me, but the female lead, she was quite delicious.” And she had been, too. He still remembered that afternoon, their hushed and hurried whispers, the accidental tearing of her panties, and the sublime feeling of her smooth thighs clasped about his head as he brought her to ecstasy.

Reaching for her hand, he drew it to his lips and kissed her thumb. “Here—you open it.” Lisa handed him the letter.

He glanced briefly at the return address. “It’s from Marie. I wonder what—” He finished opening the top with his thumb and drew out a note and a DVD. Opening the note, he read quietly:

‘To my dear cousin and his much better half… I just have to share this with you. It is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, even if it was by accident. I don’t know what ever possessed me to do it, but I couldn’t help myself… and if I’d have made a sound, it would have been… well… you’ll see. If I tried to keep it secret any longer, I think I’d just bust. Lisa—you’re the most beautiful person I know… inside in the heart, and on the outside, too. Cousin, your a lucky man, and you better take good care of my best friend or else you’ll be hearing from me. And from the sound of things, I’d say you’ve got things covered… but you’ll still have to hear from me anyway. Tuff luck, huh? That’s what you get for being related. Ha ha! Anyhoo, love you both. ~ Marie’

He handed the note to Lisa. “Do you have any idea what in the world she’s talking about this time?” He inquired. “Someone needs to teach her how to spell, too,” he added.

Lisa scanned down the note and looked up at him. “I haven’t the slightest idea, Sweety. What else came with it?”

“This DVD. I guess we’re supposed to watch it?” He looked at her, distracted at once by her rich, cornflower blue eyes, suddenly not caring about anything else. He sure as heck didn’t need a note from his cousin to tell him who was his better half and that she was beautiful… and stunning… and sexy… and…

She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe after dishes.” And then she gasped as she felt a hand meandering over a soft leg under her skirt. Now how in the dickens had he so quickly relocated his hands without her feeling it?!

“Maybe after—”

“After dishes!” she giggled, swatting his hand away. Shifting out of her chair she grinned as he seemed to exhale a world of air.

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