On Fridays Sam and I get some housework out of the way, so that our weekends are free and clear.
- Ella does the bathrooms
- Sam does the vacuuming
- Ella does the laundry
- Sam does the grocery shopping
Now that I am retired and Sam is "sorta" retired, we like to tackle those tasks when Sam comes home about noon on Fridays. Just get 'er done, as they say.
When Sam walked in the door last Friday, my arms were full of cleaning supplies, and I was heading to start on the front bathroom. I did stop to give Sam a kiss, though. With a smile, he started pulling each cleaning product from my arms and stacking them on the chest in the entry. When I protested that I had not yet started my cleaning, he kissed me again and said,
"I think I need to do some dusting and polishing first."
"Oh, don't worry. We don't need to dust this week, Hon," I corrected. (As far as I am concerned, dusting is never really needed.")
"Oh, yes we do, Ells," he said with a grin.
Then Sam took my hand and led me to the bedroom. As he unzipped my jeans, he teased me again,
"I feel I have been remiss in my household duties."
He sat on the bed and pulled me over one of his knees. He continued talking, and his hand rested on my bottom for a few moments. Then Sam told me it had been way too long since he had "dusted" my ass. He laid into this chore with relish. It was only his hand, but, oh my, he was dusting thoroughly!
After a bit, he did some lovely rubbing, too.
"Hmmm...thank you," I said dreamily.
"Well, I told you there would be polishing, too," and I could hear the smile in his voice, even if I couldn't see it.
"Oh, I like the polishing better."
"Too bad. We have more dusting to do."
Well, he went back and forth between dusting and polishing at least 3 more times. Can't imagine I ever told you that Sam was a sloppy man! Believe me, Mr Clean couldn't have done a better job. We spent a few minutes tangled up, but then Sam stood up and said he needed to get the vacuuming done. Many Fridays he has a "guys only" lunch date at 1:00 pm.
Hmmph! Thrown to the side for hot wings and beer. I went to find all my bathroom products by the front door, and got started by cleaning mirrors. Of course, I thought it would be nice to peek at Sam's handiwork on my bottom in the mirror. Well done, mister. Dusted and Polished. You're work here is done.