Hot Dad in the Country

guest post by denguy

   

I fall into Racy Red's category "moms are a tired, overworked,  frazzled lot" with one major difference: I am not a mom, but I play  one in real life. I am a stay-at-home dad.

I do, however, understand Racy's point about stepping up and taking  over.

I planned to sex things up at the cottage, but the weather was seriously lacking and all four of us had been curling up in the same bed night after night for warmth. Combine that with the fact that my wife has been going back to the city for work each Monday to  Thursday, and we have pent up... well, pent upness.  Opportunity wasn't going to simply come knocking, I had to kick the  door in and bring it on home. A mild night led to an after-children's- bedtime sauna, and I'd had as much as I could take.

"Let me just go get my bathing suit on," she says. Bathing suit? In a  sauna? What for--especially since there's just the two of us? Honestly. Time for me to take charge.

"Uh, there'll be no bathing suits in the sauna tonight," I stated  emphatically. I uncorked the wine.

I didn't ask for any opinions--I don't believe she even said an  intelligible word all night after that.

She sauntered ahead of me as we advanced toward the sauna. The careful up-and-down, back-and-forth of her was doing its job perfectly. The entrance to the sauna has a shower stall/change room first then a second door to the actual sauna room. We didn't make it past the shower. I put my wine glass on the shelf and dropped to my knees. With one hand on the wall and the other still clutching her goblet she struggled to keep her balance. Her knees finally buckled and she spilled some wine on my shoulder blade.

Once inside the sauna we sipped from our glasses and absorbed the heat; the intense, thick heat. We were dripping with sweat in  minutes and our bodies shone with a most supple gleam. I went to work  on her shoulders and massaged down to the small of her back. I  kneaded her feet and then her calves and rubbed my way up her legs to  where they meet. I stayed there for an eternity and this time she  dumped her whole glass.

We were overwhelmed by the heat and needed to take a cool dip in the  lake. It didn't work. I took her on the edge of the dock with what  began as slow, careful strokes and ended as a sprint to the finish  line. We fell in a pile of goose bump-ridden flesh. A breeze floated  across the water and tickled the tiny hairs on our naked bodies; we  streaked along the dock to the warmth of the chamber.

Back in the sauna she picked up her glass, sipped and spoke for the first time since the night began, "You sit on that side of the sauna and let me catch my breath. I need at least twenty minutes to recuperate."

"Fine," I said, "but the clock is ticking."

Comments

[MammaLoves]

Very nice indeed!

[metro mama]

This is very hot, denguy. There's nothing like sex at the cottage.

[motherbumper]

Woah, nicely planned, played, and performed denguy, well done indeed.

[daysgoby]

I'll bet your wife threw that bathing suit away....

[Jennifer McKenzie]

That makes me want to throw MY bathing suit away!!!! By the way, I've heard soda water gets red wine stains out.
Nice post.

[Racy Red]

Yowser.

Nice timing. Damn husband is at work, I'm all worked up after reading that and I ran out of batteries.

There should be a warning label on this post, darling.

That said, well done!!

[crazymumma]

dude. I just ate ice cream with you and our collective brood today. And you don't tell me you are writing this stuff?

man. whew.

well. no wonder your back hurts.

ball hockey my ass.