OK, now warning - this could get graphic. I should be embarrassed sharing this, but it's too damn funny to keep to myself. And it's short and somewhat sweet.
Picture this: an evening of passion. Hubby is reciprocating after I did "his favorite." Now he's doing mine, and I'm lost in the clouds getting higher and higher. Then he pushes his face into me suddenly, and that begins to send me over the top. I hear him moaning too, or mumbling trying to say something, but his mouth is otherwise occupied. It was wonderful, as usual. The festivities continue as usual.
Some time later I mentioned that we should open the bedroom door so the kitty could get to her water, meaning the bathtub.
My husband responds that the door is already opened. I asked how he knew that because he's laying there with his arm over his eyes. He says the cat came in the room. I sat up and said "while we were doing it?" He said "while I was doing it."
I asked him what he meant. Apparently, when he was in position bent over, arse in the air and head down, Miss Kitty wanted to explore what had never been explored before. Yes, she jumped on the bed and sniffed his butt. He felt the whiskers and reacted by attempting to pull away from her, and therefore, into me. He was trying to tell me that there are one too many pussies in the room, but like I said, his tongue was engaged.
I'm crying at this point barely able to breathe as he's telling me this. He's desperately trying to find some amusement in the situation, but it's too fresh for that.
But what really amazed me is that he stayed the course! And for that I'm eternally grateful. I called him The Mailman, because neither ran, nor sleet nor kitty nose up the bum shall deter him from his duty.
