homework

Just a start, nothing finished.

The smells of cinnamon and flour were engulfing the house as Micheal Breese walked in the front door of his home. He had tried calling his wife all morning to let her know that he would be home early on in the afternoon. His voice was raised as he called out announcing that he was home.

He closed his eyes and let the aroma of his wife's baking fill him. He headed towards the kitchen where his wife, Shelley, was busy at work baking up a storm in her usual fashion.

He stood at the doorway and watched as Shelley had her earbuds in and was dancing and singing to herself as she was icing the top of a birthday cake she was working on. Shelley was dressed in a tee shirt that hung low off of her shoulders and pair of boy shorts. He hardly ever had the opportunity to see her like that, by the time he arrived home from work each day, she would have everything cleaned up was always fully dressed. Now Shelley was completely unbridled. She swayed her hips seductively back and forth as Micheal loosed his tie and walked up behind her. He could smell her rose lotion laced with hints of her vanilla extract that she cooked with. Shelley paused when she noticed some movements in her kitchen and turned slightly, just enough to catch a whiff of her husbands cologne. She closed her eyes as he nuzzled in close to her neck and inhaled her.

"God, I love seeing you like this."