You sit on the couch, trying to relax, watching TV. The kids are excited for Spring Break from school, planning to spend time with their grandparents, and your wife is reading a trashy novel, sitting in a chair near you.
Between episodes of police procedurals and emergency rescue dramas, you keep seeing the same commercials over and over. You don’t know if it’s that you’re tired, bored, or just horny. In a couple of commercials, you notice that the actresses are a more plain-looking version of your wife. Your mind wanders, imagining the ‘hapless guy’ that the “mom” helps find the right furniture, clothing, or whatever, offers to take her in back and repay her kindness with vigorous sex in the showroom, the dressing room, or in the storeroom. A wicked smile crosses your lips when, in one ad, after she helps one guy, there are three others who also need help. “Of course. She wants all four at once.” You quietly chuckle to yourself.
Your wife looks over the top of her book, “What’s so funny?” She asks, glancing towards the TV.
“I’ll tell you in a bit.” You say, as you get off the couch, walk over and give her a kiss. “You are so much sexier than the actresses on the commercials.”
She arches her eyebrow, “Thanks, but what brought that on?”
“Let me put the kids to bed first.” You respond.
Going into the other room, you get your son off the game system, and have your daughter put away her coloring book and crayons. “It’s bedtime, kids.”
“Awwww, but we don’t have school.” Your son says.
“Yeah, Daddy, we’re on Spring Break.” Your daughter chimes in.
Nodding, you remind them that tomorrow you’re going to take them both to your parents’ place. They’ll spend a day with them and then spend a day with the other grandparents.
“If you aren’t good, I’ll tell them you aren’t allowed to go to the candy store.”
“Candy World!” your daughter screams.
“It’s just candy.” Your son tries to say in a cool tone, but you notice that he saves his game and powers the player off.
As the kids brush their teeth and get ready for bed, you do a quick check in the kitchen to make sure you turned on the dishwasher. There is nothing more frustrating than filling and loading the dishwasher and forgetting to turn it on. It is gently humming as it still washes the dinner dishes.
Going back to check on the kids, your son is climbing into his bed. He has the library book he’s supposed to be reading during the break. “Read only a chapter or two and get some sleep. You can read more on your way to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”
“Ok, Dad.” He says as he focuses on the book.
Your daughter is wearing her pretty night gown and has a book that she wants to read to you. Recently, she has worked hard to show that ‘she’s a big girl and can read too’. You walk in and sit on the floor, leaning against the bed. “So Baby, what’s tonight’s book?”
She holds it up for you to see. “The one with the bunny that ran away. Are you ready, Daddy?”
You nod and sit as she starts, “Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away…”
As she reads, she yawns from time to time, but soon she gets to “‘Have a carrot,’ said the mother bunny. The End.”
“You did a good job reading that one, Princess.” You kiss her forehead. “Now get some sleep. Remember tomorrow, your mother is taking you to see Grandma and Grandpa.”
“I know, Daddy. I’ll be good for them.” She says as she hugs you.
You softly close the door behind you, then make sure your son turns off his light.
Softly walking back down to the living room, you see your wife still reading but occasionally watching TV too.
“Is everything all right?” she asks quietly.
You nod. “Yep, the kids are in bed and ‘Runaway Bunny’ is back home.”
She gives you a quizzical look. “That’s what our daughter read to me tonight.”
She nods and then looks at the TV as one of the commercials comes on, where a ‘housewife’ in ordinary clothing is helping a ‘lost guy’ find what he needs.
“So, what’s this about me being sexier than her?” she asks.
You sit on the couch and pat the cushion for her to join you. She moves and snuggles up next to you.
Putting your arm around her, you explain your fantasy. That she, your sexy wife, was the helpful woman in the commercial. Wearing just a plain sweater, top, and slacks. Helping you find an outfit for a ‘special occasion’ or the ‘right recliner’. And how afterward, you would reward her with sex. You lean in closer and whisper, “And maybe you’ve helped other men, too, who want to reward you? A good chance to use multiple toys.”
She grins. “Mmmmm, that multiple partners fantasy that I’d never have the guts to do in real life?”
You nod. “And with the kids at the grandparents for the next couple of days, we can have a few nights to ourselves.”
The cop show you both like is on, and you watch it together, holding her. During another commercial break, you see the one where a ‘housewife’ helps a guy find an outfit for golfing, then at the end, three men ask, ‘Can you help me too?’ Both of you chuckle at that one. “Oh, is that where you got the idea of her being thanked by more than one guy at a time?”
You sheepishly smile. “Maybe.”
She kisses and hugs you. “I see the attraction to this ‘role play’ fantasy. Maybe after I drop off the kids, I’ll have things set up?” Her tone is relaxed and playful.
“Really?” you reply. “Maybe we should move to the bedroom now?”
“Shhhh, the show’s back on. I want to see if they catch the bad guy.”
You smile, nod, and kiss the top of her head. “Ok.”
(Come back tomorrow for Part 2)
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