It had been a day from hell. All you wanted to do was get in some comfortable clothes, have a beer (or two), and then screw your husband’s brains out.
The later would have to wait. Peter already sent you a text letting you know about catching a perp.
Heading to the kitchen you grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the top. Pressing the bottle to your lips, you took a long swig. “Ahhh…that’s good.” You downed it in a couple more drinks.
Turning the music on your phone, you danced around the kitchen. You grabbed another beer from the fridge and took a drink. The belch that came from your mouth surprised even you. Giggling you covered your mouth.
“This bra has got to go.” You said to yourself, unclasping it you turned to slingshot it to the hall, hitting your husband directly in the chest.
“Mrs. Stone, so elegant.” Peter said with humor in his voice. He had a crooked smile on his face, your bra hanging from his forefinger.
Startled you jumped, “Uhh… you’re home. How long- I thought…”
“Well long enough to know you could out belch any man I know.” Peter chuckled and sauntered over to you.
Shrugging your shoulders you responded, “What can I say, I’m a lady.” You grinned.
“My beer drinking, belching, bra slinging bride”, Peter leaned down to kiss your soft lips, “And I love all of it.”
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