Movie Night_(3)

Our 11 year old daughter Sarah came jumping into our bed Friday night as we settled down for our movie night. My wife Beth was lying beside me eating popcorn and with a glass of wine in her hand. The long week was at an end.

“What did you get dad?”

I looked at a tiny version of my wife in her flannel pjs. Her long blonde hair, mousy blue eyes, and soft, tender complexion was beaming with excitement.

“Well, I got Sleeping Beauty, an old Disney movie.”

Sarah was very familiar with the new generation of kids movies, but Beth wanted me to get an old classic. I figured I couldn’t’ go wrong with it.

“Sleeping Beauty? What’s that?”

Beth smiled with her own doe eyes, wide set and deep blue.

“Oh, honey, it was one of my favorites when I was a girl.”

I put in the movie, got under the covers, and Sarah lay on her stomach, steeling the popcorn from her mom.

My wife looked at me and smiled. Her blonde hair was up in a bun, giving her a youthful appearance. Sure, she was 41, but she put many 30 year old’s to shame. She kept her firm, voluptuous figure in shape, hidden beneath her own flannel pajama’s.

As a speech pathologist for the school district, she did a lot of walking to classrooms. So, her but kept it’s round, well proportioned look. I marveled every time I stared at it watching her get into the shower with two dimples above each cheek. And, her breasts were round and full also, but losing their battle with age and gravity. Still, I was lucky.

My week at the law office was long, so even though Sarah was wide awake and ready for the show, I was ready for bed. I did my best to watch, but as Beth read her book, my eyes slowly became heavy and I found myself going in and out of sleep.

I was remembering our honeymoon, Beth pregnant with Sarah. We spent the week in Hawaii, cozy in our hotel room, enjoying our last bit of freedom. Beth had always been a pretty outgoing girl sexually, and she would routinely just roll over onto her stomach without any prodding from me.

Despite being pregnant, Beth did her best to be sexy on our honeymoon. She would surprise me with a different pair of panties each night, most with a soft lacy feel. I remember how instantly hard I would get, watching her turn over and present her butt to me. My favorite pair were the thong panties that traveled well over her hip.

Beth had turned over, looking back at me with a smile, scotching up slightly on her knees.