Naked Cleaning ?

Sam is a man of many talents.  Besides being a great lover and the HOH around this house, he enjoys working on vintage cars and can build beautiful furniture.  He is an excellent grill master and very tech savvy.  He restores rifles and is quite an accomplished marksman.  Before the days of digital photography, he built his own darkroom.  As his wife, I brag that he is very handy with repairs of any kind.  When the boys were small, they believed there was nothing "Dad" could not fix.

So that is what Sam "is."  What he is NOT is "tidy."  The man never throws anything away, and his office at home becomes unmanageable after a while.  So does his office at work, but I do not have to live with that.  Papers and books piled everywhere and stuffed into every available nook and cranny.  Asking him nicely to sort and discard just doesn't work.  He will spend 5 minutes and tell me he is done.  Of course, it doesn't look a bit different.  So every few years we clean "together."  This is one of those activities where we used to be ready to kill each other in a matter of an hour.


Post ttwd-adoption, I know I have to tread more lightly.  No barking orders or hands on my hips.  No raising my voice.  Believe me, it takes much self-control to stay positive and patient.

We had made progress, and we were both pleased.  Almost done, in fact.  I was off work on a Friday, and gave Sam a hug and kiss as he got ready to leave for work.  He patted my bottom as I headed to the bedroom to get in the shower.  As soon as I had stripped down, I remembered that I had wanted to ask Sam if we could PLEASE finish cleaning the last section of his office on Saturday morning.  It is better to plant the seed early.

I raced back to the front door before Sam could leave.  His hand was on the door knob when I came around the corner into the entry.  He turned and then just got the biggest grin on his face.

"Sorry to hold you  up, Hon," I explained.

"No problem." he smiled and took a step toward me.

"Before you go, I just wanted to ask if we could finish in your study tomorrow."

"Well, we most certainly can, especially if you don't wear any clothes."

Now it was my turn to smile.  "Maybe."

"Wouldn't mind a little French maid outfit either," Sam countered.

"That probably won't happen, mister," and now I was teasing, "but the naked might."  I kissed him again and turned to head back to the shower.

There was a mighty smack on my bare ass, and I squeaked a little protest.  After checking out my bottom in the mirror, I waited for the water to warm up.  

"Hmmm," I thought.  "Naked cleaning?  There are probably pros AND cons to that idea," I pondered while rubbing my rear end.   After all, the study has been a mess this long.  Surely the cleaning will still be there the next day.  And it was.