Rainy day
It was a cold, rainy, October day when I was sitting by the photo window waiting for the errand boy to deliver my order. I was thinking of my husband, who served in the Navy, aboard an aircraft carrier. He’d been gone five months and I thought about how much I missed his company, his conversation, his dick. We were only married a month before Ed’s tour started and we made sure every minute counts. We fucked six times a day in so many different positions in that month.