House duties

We  were both home early on Friday afternoon. We planned to eat at the pub, so that meant I could get on with yard clearing stuff before it got dark, which is a lot earlier than it used to be.

My wife was in the office area working on her pc. After we had a coffee break together and I was about to go outside again she told me to carry one of the dining room chairs upstairs to our bedroom, because she wanted to check something out. I had a feeling this might have repercussions for me.

When I got  the chair up her to the room and put it  down, she told me to move the blanket chest to one side away from the end of the bed. I pushed it up against the window.


Now put the chair down with the back facing the bed about two feet from the end.


I positioned the chair as she wanted.

OK you can go now. I have some thing I want to work on.

As I left the room I saw her opening her wardrobe. I had a pretty good idea what she was retrieving, but I knew better than to hang about.







At bedtime I went upstairs to find our long bolster folded over the back of the chair. (I think it's called a body pillow in the US).  There was no sign of anything else, but it was pretty clear what or who  that bolster was supposed to represent.

She lifted the pillow off the chair and gave me a smile. 

You can take the chair  downstairs now. I don't need it for the moment.

When I got back to the room she was lying face down on the bed with nothing on.



She parted  her legs and the invitation was clear. 

Time to show your submissive side, she said. You can kiss my ass and then show me a good time with your tongue, back and front.

It was a nice end to the week I thought as I knelt behind her. We slept well.