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She put the roast in the oven. Most everything else for dinner was done. Her husband would be home in about an hour. She had just enough time to take a quick shower.
She went upstairs to the bathroom and started the shower. The bathroom had a door into the hall and another into their bedroom. It wasn't a fancy bathroom. It wasn't even a decent bathroom. Nope it was hideous. It was 1972 yellow tile, a bathtub/shower that looked dingy no matter how many times she scrubbed it. She didn't like the rest of the house either. Dan had bought it before they married, he kept promising to fix it up. Sure, someday.
While the shower warmed up, she went into her room and took her clothes off. First her sweatshirt, no bra - she was at home. Then she peeled off her yoga pants. Who wears underwear with yoga pants?
She caught herself in the mirror. Her red hair went past her shoulders and there was a lot of it. It was wavy and thick. She had tied it up in a bun, while she was cooking. So she let it down.
She really was a redhead, but there were no curtains to match the drapes. She had that waxed off whenever it started to fill in. Her skin was very white. And freckled.
She did a little spin, it wasn't too bad. She wanted to drop a few pounds, but doesn't every woman? A million squats at the gym had put a nice shape on her ass. But her boobs, those were her selling point. 42DD. At twenty six, they were still pretty firm and held their own. 'The girls' had gotten her more free drinks over the years than she could remember. Her nipples were thick and very very sensitive. Just the cool air had made them rock hard.
Well it wasn't just the air that made them hard. She was pretty turned on. She had been very horny all day. She knew why. She even had the app to tell her. She was ovulating. Since sixteen, around this time on the calendar, her bits tingled nonstop for a couple days.
She ran her fingers down her smooth mound and lightly rubbed her clit.
"No." If she started now, she'd still be on that bed rubbing herself when her husband got home. She headed for the shower.
She turned on the lights. Then closed the door to stop the draft. The bathroom was in the middle of the house, no windows. She turned on her music. Thomas Rhett was singing about a Happy Man. She loved this song and started singing along while she lathered up her hair. Her shampoo and conditioner had Moroccan oil, she loved it. Her friend, Veronica had introduced her to this shampoo. It made her hair feel so nice. So did Veronica. Drunk Veronica was the best kisser she had ever been with. They had started drinking at lunch by the pool and ended in up naked in bed. In the shower afterward, she discovered Moroccan oil shampoo and conditioner. All in all, a great afternoon.
Damn it. She caught herself sliding her finger toward her clit. No. Not until later. Göztepe travesti She had decided it was time to have a child. She hadn't used the pill in three months. Dan didn't know. He wanted kids too, but she wanted to surprise him. Tonight he was going to get very lucky. She had already picked out the panties she was going to wear. The panties and an apron. That was all she would be wearing to dinner tonight.

The song on the radio changed to Kenny Chesney singing 'Anything but Mine'. Another of her favorites, it started a little quiet. And she heard footsteps on the stairs. Dang it, he was home way earlier than she thought he'd be home. She'd better get moving. She took her favorite loofah and her bath