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One
     
    A warm armful of Honey brought life to his boyo, as it did every morning. Mack’s wife could raise the dead if she put her mind to it. His cock, nestled between her soft, round buttocks, hardened more with every passing moment. He buried his face in the sweet-smelling caramel-colored hair he’d always loved. As most of his friends complained about their lack of a sex life, Mack fought the urge to tell them the cure lay between Honey’s silky smooth thighs. Her sweetly curving breasts and tiny waist drew his hands, his lips. Standing, she came just to his shoulder, a perfect fit in bed.
    He worried about being enough for her.
    She’d given up so much for him and the kids…
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    “Honey, wanna do it?”
    Morning wood. If it weren’t for nature’s early morning gift, they wouldn’t do it anymore at all. She glanced at the clock and almost said no. Again. Why did he seek her out when she had to get up in five minutes and make breakfast, get the kids ready for school…?
    Mack’s strong arms tightened around her, and her resolve faded. He nuzzled her with his stubbly cheek, raising goose bumps on her skin.
    “Okay, but we have to be fast.” He knows that.
    Once, they had spent long evenings making passionate love, with enough foreplay for anyone. Or at least for her. But more and more often, all Mack looked for from her was the precious five minutes before their day began.
    So, while they still made love four times a week, which her girlfriends all assured her rated pretty great for an old married couple, these rewarding encounters totaled approximately twenty minutes per week. Well, fifteen, for the three weekdays and maybe another ten for Sundays. So twenty-five. And the only guaranteed Big O on the weekends. Although he still managed to get her off in their hurried embrace at least two times out of three.
    Why process averages while his erection poked her in the ass? You can take the underwriter out of the office, but… “Ohhh.”
    Mack murmured low in her ear. He pulled her tight against him. Next he would…yep, he cupped her breast and nudged his knee between her thighs. She could predict within seconds the exact routine.
    Taking care of their family burned up more energy than she ever knew she had. If he didn’t totally do it for her anyway, she’d have put an end to his nonsense long before. But the big guy did…so he got away with it.
    He urged her legs wider. If it’s Friday, it must be doggy-style. And we’re off. He left her breast behind, and his hand drifted down to stimulate her. Despite the routine, she grew wet, her breath shortened, and his dick slipped inside.
    Within the required time, she crashed over the edge into waves of pleasure—lasting about sixty seconds before—
    A pounding on the door heralded the arrival of their younger daughter. “Mommm, I’m hungry.”
    Mack rocked against her one final time with a groan and dropped away. “Like clockwork.”
    She rolled to the side of the bed, slipped her feet into slippers, grabbed her robe, and stumbled to standing. “Mom’s coming.” Once upon a time she’d showered, styled her hair, and dressed in designer ensembles for the office.
    “When will those kids learn to feed themselves?” His grumble held none of the pleasure of moments earlier, echoing her own silent complaint.
    She missed the afterglow.
    But as she shuffled off to the kitchen to prepare a healthy breakfast and pack lunches for her brood and the grumbly bear, Honey smiled. She scrambled a few eggs and toasted some whole-grain bread, set juice and glasses on the table, and started the coffee brewing.
    All the ordinary moments of the day, the things keeping her family moving. But while the trio of blond heads bowed over their meal, Honey slipped to her desk in the corner and brought up email. She clicked on the tracking number and confirmed. Out for delivery.
    “What’s up, Honey?”
    She jumped. “What?”
    He dropped a kiss on her head. “Is my lunch