“What was that about?" Rachel wondered.

“Do you want me to go find out?" he asked reluctantly.

She smiled up at him.

“No,” she said simply. "They're adults now, no matter how much they try to hide it sometimes. They insisted we treat them that way earlier tonight. Let them deal with it."

She drew him up the back stairs, his hand warm in hers. By the time they reached the upstairs hall, she was almost pulling him along, so eager was she to get him into her bedroom. She closed the door behind them and leaned against it, sighing with relief. This was the one place in the house which was completely hers. Or hers and Josh's, rather.

That had been made clear to the kids from the day they moved in. This was the one room where they were absolutely forbidden to go. They would no more think about crossing that threshold uninvited than they would rob a bank.

"Finally," she said. She hugged her husband tightly around the chest, feeling the solid beat of his heart under her cheek. She patted his groin playfully. "Is my friend ready to come out and play?"

She could hear the smile in his voice. "Damn straight. He wants to know if you look as good as he remembers." His hands closed carefully around her face and tipped it up to his. His dark blue eyes were like the sea after a storm as his lips brushed hers once, twice, then opened in a fiery kiss.

Rachel did not play hard to get. After so many years together, and so many months apart, there was no need. She returned his loving embrace with all the pent-up passion in her soul. Her hands laced around his neck, forbidding him to try to escape. It seemed her efforts were all for naught, however, as Josh made no effort to get away. His hands were everywhere. On her back, on her ass, gliding up her sides. Then, finally, settling on the flushed mounds of her breasts, stifling within their lace prison. Her tongue darted into his mouth, fighting with his, until it seemed they were not two individuals, but one loving whole.

She broke away, gasping, and unbuttoned her blouse. At the same time

Josh reached over his head to grip the back of his t-shirt and pull it off with one swift motion. Her eyes drank in the sculpted muscles of his abs, and she smiled possessively. She had forgotten how beautiful her husband was, for so she now thought of him, regardless of petty details such as divorce rulings. Not in the traditional sense, of course. Josh had none of the arrogant, chilly beauty of an underwear model or a Hollywood screen icon. What he was, simply, was male. From his beak of a nose to his strong arms and hands, layered with muscle, to his flat stomach and his magnificent, lovely cock, there was nothing about him which did not exude masculine virility.

She cuddled close and ran her hands up his chest, smiling as he closed his eyes, his skin warm under her hands. "I've missed you," she whispered.

“Let's not do this ever again, okay?"

“That works for me," he replied. His hands strayed to her bra, then snuck around her back and undid the clasp with casual skill, allowing her breasts to finally breathe the sweet air of freedom. His eyes widened.

“Damn, girl," he said. "Did you have some work done and not tell me?"

“What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Well," he said, his voice suddenly tentative, as if he was worried about offending her, "the twins here look a lot better than I remember.

Not bigger. But more...younger, I guess. They look like they did when we first met," he said, cupping one of her breasts with the air of a scientist testing a hypothesis.

She sighed happily as his thumb stroked a fat nipple, then looked down to where his hands were performing their pleasant ministrations.

“I don't know," she said. "I certainly haven't had a nip or tuck or anything Like that. I try to take good care of myself. They don't look much different to me."