Becky tossed her purse on the couch and pushed the door shut with one foot. “What a freaking day,” she muttered. As usual, the hospital was understaffed, and Debby decided to call off. “Run my ass off all day,” she thought. Becky kicked off her shoes and tossed her jacket onto the couch next to her purse. “I’ll put my shit away later,” she told herself, feeling too tired to really care. She poured herself an iced tea and sat down at the kitchen table to relax for a few minutes. It was Thursday evening, Ralph’s usual night to have a few beers with his best buddy Mike. Becky usually looked forward to having an evening alone. She usually had a few hours for some “Me” time. Although she and Ralph had an enjoyable sex life, she appreciated having a little time for some solo pursuits. But, unfortunately, tonight was not going to be one of those nights. She was exhausted.

“Well, I at least have to take a shower.” Becky made it an absolute mandate that after being in the hospital for a shift a shower was a must to get rid of all the germs, gunk, and unseen creepy crawlies she might have brought home. She turned on the shower and stripped off her scrubs as the water got hot. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. “Not bad for an old broad,” she thought. She enjoyed her medium build. She had never had, nor really wanted children. She kept herself fit between the strenuous days at the hospital and occasionally jogging. She could tell the water was hot and stepped under the showerhead.

“Oh gawd I needed this,” she groaned. A quick but thorough wash and towel dry and she was ready for a nap. Snuggling down under the blankets she felt as if her body was going to melt into the mattress. Sleep came very quickly, and Becky was gently snoring minutes after her head hit the pillow.

Becky heard Ralph’s key in the door and peeked an eye open to see her nightstand clock. Nine o’clock, Ralph’s usual time to get home on Thursday night. She heard him quietly walk to the kitchen and get a glass of milk. “I wonder if he’s going to stay up, or come to bed.” Her question was answered as she heard Ralph rinse his glass and walk into the bedroom. She could hear the soft sounds of him undressing. He very seldom made a point of waking her when she was sleeping, preferring to just snuggle up and enjoy a little spooning with her warm and soft back. He slipped his hands under his armpits for a second to make sure they weren’t cold, then slid under the covers. He rolled onto his left side and snuggled up to the warm inviting back Becky offered. He draped his right arm over Becky and moved closer. Becky raised her hand to cover his and she made a soft little moan of pleasure. She loved times like these. No mad passion, no gymnastics, just warmth and closeness and the feeling of her lover pressed into her back. Her hand moved his to her left breast. He cupped it in his hand felt the nipple getting erect. He gently began to knead her breast and he felt her hand move to her right breast. He enjoyed how sensitive her breasts were. The thoughts of her enjoying this bit of play caused the usual reaction in his loins.

Becky felt something start poking her in the butt. She wiggled her butt to see if it would go away.

“Oh my goodness, you’re having an allergic reaction.” She wiggled her butt again. “It’s still there, you probably need some medicine.” She reached over to her nightstand and hit the pump on her lube bottle a couple time. “Let me put some medicine on your swelling.” She reached behind her and applied a liberal coating to Ralph’s swelling, the reached between her legs to apply the leftovers to her eagerly waiting back door. “I think you should just let it soak for a while, let’s see what happens.” Ralph did not need further instructions. Easing himself into Becky’s ass was always a wonderful feeling. She was so warm, and soft. He got the hint about “letting it soak” and when he was all the way in he just lay there enjoying everything about the experience. After a few minutes he felt Becky start to very subtly move her hips. He laid still and let her set the pace. Slowly, steadily she made the stroke a little longer, a little faster. Ralph was still, not pumping, just enjoying the feelings of his lover working herself on his dick. Suddenly Becky’s breathing quickened, her pace picked up, and he could begin to feel the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm. Ralph was surprised that without much of anything foreplay-wise she was cumming so hard. Ralph started to meet her movements with his own strokes, ensuring his own orgasm would come soon. He gripped her hard as he pumped it into her. Spent, they just lay there. He did not even want to pull out, it just felt too good.

He felt her hand move his hand back to its resting place on her breast. Somedays he felt like the luckiest man on earth. As he was laying there enjoying every moment, an inevitable problem began to rear it’s ugly head. He had had three twenty-two ounces draft beers with his buddy, and a big glass of milk when he got home. What goes in, must come out.

“Hey babe, I gotta get up,” he whispered to Becky.

“No, stay here, don’t get up,” she said.

“I gotta pee really bad, like right now,” he said.

“I know,” Becky said, “just go.”

“What, what do you mean, I need go to the bathroom,” he said urgently.

“Just go in me,” she said, “just do it.” Ralph was still well embedded in her butt, and if she really wanted to do this, so be it. The situation was so peculiar Ralph was not sure how well things would work. It was almost like being asked to pee onstage at Carnegie Hall. He tried to relax things and let it flow, but nothing happened. Then, out of nowhere, beer number three and the glass of milk hit. He felt the stream start. He had no idea how Becky would react, how it felt, or why she wanted this. As he felt the pressure in his bladder lowering, he felt Becky back up a little, as if to make sure he was still well in her. She started to slowly move her hips as she had done before. He could feel he was almost empty as Becky continued stroking. Becky let out a moan of pleasure as Ralph felt her contractions begin again. He always envied her ability to have multiple orgasms.

“I’m getting pretty soft now, I’ll probably be falling out soon,” he whispered to her. She gave his hand a squeeze and slowly pulled her body away from his.

“I know, now it’s my turn to ‘gotta go’,” she said as she slid out of the bed.

As he lay there listening to her empty herself, he pondered what a fortunate man he was. He never really knew what she was going to do next, and he loved her for it.