The next morning when Roger woke, he didn't wake me. He went straight to work. It was like any other morning. For ten of the twelve years we had been married, Roger had worked in a factory. At first he had been forced to take a second shift job, but as his seniority increased, he had been moved to first shift. The only problem was his being forced to get up early, but it sure beat my staying up until midnight waiting for him to come home.
I looked over at his side of the bed and wondered if he had any thoughts of seducing me when he arose. In fact, I faintly remembered a dream where he had gotten up and made love to me. In the dream, I was sleeping and didn't realize he was making love to me until the very last moment. In the dream I woke up just as he was climaxing and I was having an orgasm.
But I knew the dream couldn't be true, although I did have dried cum all over my body. I guessed it was from the night before, but wasn't sure. Maybe it was just because we slept in the nude, which we seldom do because of the kids, or maybe just the hot Midwest weather.
After fixing breakfast for the kids and sending them off to school, I went back in the bedroom and relaxed for awhile. There was a radio talk show on, but it was boring so I switched it off. Thoughts of Roger and I fucking at the drive-in were in the back of my mind. I couldn't get rid of them. I felt slightly aroused at the thought of being watched.
For some reason I hadn't bothered to get dressed yet. The thoughts of last night made me feel sexy. Instead of showering and getting dressed for the day, I put on the see-thru negligee Roger had given me. I hadn't worn it except while we were on vacation.