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This is just for FUN. Nothing has been researched, it was all in FUN. I hope you enjoy this. Oh, there will be more too. The characters don't belong to us.
Where was she? It was almost eight; she was over an hour later than she said she was going to be. As if the day hadn't already been long enough, now he had four children hanging off him. Some crying, some whining, but it was getting to be too much. In his arm was a ten month old that was overtired and looking for her mother. Her three older brothers were going from one thing to the next, fighting over every little item and detail. All of them were waiting for the same thing; their mother.
When she first told him about how she and her friends were planning a girls day, no husbands, no children, he thought it was a wonderful idea. It wasn't until later that he learned she literally meant all day. If it wasn't for the fact that their kids were just getting over a little bug they picked up, he wouldn't have been at all concerned about spending the day alone with them.
The day hadn't started out too bad; it wasn't until dinner time when things started to go wild. He knew they should have stopped at the first boy, but that would have meant no more sex and he'd have ten kids rather than stop having sex with his wife. The evenings weren't normally as chaotic as they were now, but then again he wasn't usually left alone with them all day. At least not all four of them.
"Ben," Hawkeye called over his oldest son. Ben had been sitting on the floor working on a puzzle when his father called him from the couch. He turned around and looked over at him. "Watch your sister for me for a minute," he told him as he laid the baby on the carpet on her stomach. "I'm going to find your brothers."
He stood up and started walking through the house. James had been watching television in the office and Matthew was supposed to be on his way back from the bathroom. That was twenty minutes ago. Suddenly he heard the shouting; it was coming from the first floor bathroom.
When he walked in his eyes widened. They were both wet. Upon hearing their father's footsteps they both turned their heads and looked up at him. He was standing over them with his arms folded and his eyes narrowed. Instantly they stopped splashing and turned around.
"Daddy, he..."
Instead of arguing he picked them both up and carried them out under his arms. He carried them out into the living room and deposited them on the couch. "You stay right there," he told each one sternly and then left the room to get a towel. Hawkeye sighed heavily, his head was throbbing and there was a small sharp pain his groin. As he walked into the bathroom he cupped himself with his hand. It was actually painful.
Those boys... They could find a way to get into trouble in an empty padded room. Hawkeye's father said they were just as mischievous has he had been, but he couldn't believe that. There was only one of him, and he had three sons. He did his best to clean up the mess in the bathroom without leaving all of them alone for too long.
Coming back into the living room the two boys were still on the couch, but they were fighting again. Luckily Ben was keeping his sister entertained for the time being. "Alright you two, I've had enough."
"But I didn't..."
He growled loudly causing both boys to freeze and look up at him. He would have sent them to their room, but that wouldn't have done a damn thing. "Go get your pajamas on," he told them.
"By ourselves!" They were in disbelief.
No, sending them upstairs together would just result in more fighting. "James, go put your pajamas on." He'd help Matthew when James was done. "And then come back downstairs."
"Yes sir," he said timidly and got off the couch. Hawkeye sat down next to Matthew. He picked up the towel and started to dry his face and wet hair.
"Dad." Hawkeye looked up. Ben was sitting on the floor with Eve. "She's trying to eat my puzzle pieces."
She was hungry. Margaret still breast fed her at night. He laid the towel on the couch. "Okay, I can take her now." He stood up and walked over and picked her up off the floor.
"Ben, when your brother comes down I want you to go get changed for bed."
"Okay."
Hawkeye gave the baby a teething ring. If she could hold out a little longer hopefully her mother would be home to feed her. She stayed cradled in his arm while she chewed on the toy. Earlier that day he saw some clean laundry somewhere...maybe it was in the corner of the kitchen. He walked over there and found it. It was filled with the kids' clothes. "Aha! We can get Matthew changed and try to put the little monsters to bed."
He went back into the living room and helped his youngest son get dressed and ready for bed. He sent him upstairs with Ben so they could brush their teeth. Eve was starting to get fussy, but if he could make her wait for her mother, then that's what he was going to do.
The three boys were back downstairs when they saw the headlights of their mother's car come into the driveway. "Daddy! She's home!" James said excitedly.
"Oh, thank God!" Hawkeye was pacing the floors with Eve trying to get her to stay relatively calm.
The boys were standing by the door when she opened it. "Mommy!" They all charged her at once. Margaret nearly fell over; she had to hold onto them to keep her balance.
"Well hello." Their arms were wrapped tightly around her legs and waist.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
Margaret smiled. "Mmm, I missed you all so much." She gave each of them a kiss. "Did you have fun with daddy?"
"It was okay," Ben answered with a shrug. Margaret smiled and stroked his hair.
"Where is daddy?"
"He's right here." She looked up to see her husband standing in the hallway. He was rubbing the baby's back, trying to keep her calm. Margaret could tell it was starting to lose its effect. She was restless and becoming fussy. "She's hungry," Hawkeye told her.
"I'm sorry I'm so late," she told him as she tried to separate herself from the tired little boys.
"Come on boys," Hawkeye said. "Time for bed."
James distanced himself and Ben walked up beside his father, but Matthew was still clinging to Margaret's leg. She picked him up. "I'll tuck them in and then I'll come down and feed her."
He looked down at his daughter's face. Her lip was starting to curl. "She's been very patient with me today, and I think it's just about run out."
Margaret rubbed her daughter's back and gave her a kiss. She looked at her watch. "No, she'll be okay for a few more minutes. I'll hurry."
Hawkeye didn't want to get Eve to the point of crying and screaming, but Margaret did know the baby's schedule better than he did and she wouldn't let the baby get too hungry. "We'll manage for a few more minutes."
She reached up and kissed him. "Thank you honey."
"Mhmm."
"Alright boys, let's get you in bed."
"Mommy, can't we stay up just a little bit with you?" James asked as he was herded up the stairs by his mother.
"Sorry, buddy. It's bedtime."
Ben thought he could get around that. "But Mom, we haven't seen you today."
"You're seeing me right now."
"But..."
"It's bedtime," she said firmly. "We have tomorrow to spend together."
Ben sighed. "We just love you is all, Mommy."
She smiled. He was trying to use guilt, but it wasn't going to work. "I love you boys too, but that doesn't change the fact that its bedtime." She sent him to his room and told him she would be right there after she tucked his brothers in.
Fifteen minutes later when Margaret made it downstairs Hawkeye was pacing the kitchen floor with the baby. He was trying his best to keep her calm but she had reached her breaking point and was beginning to cry. "I'm here," Margaret announced as she walked into the kitchen unbuttoning her blouse. "Mommy's here," she said in a soothing voice to the baby as she took her from Hawkeye's arms. She carried her over to the kitchen table and sat down. As soon as the baby found Margaret's nipple the crying stopped and there was silence.
"Thank God," Hawkeye commented from across the room.
Margaret stroked the baby's head. "I'm sorry I was so late," she said to her husband.
"It's okay." He was just so relieved that she was home. "Did you have fun?"
She smiled brightly. "I really did."
He leaned against the counter. "I'm glad."
"How were things here?" She asked.
"Ohh..." He closed his eyes. "Hectic."
Margaret smiled. He looked exhausted. "Well, now you can go to bed and sleep for eight hours."
He looked over at her and cocked one eyebrow. "Not with our monsters."
She looked down at the baby. "She'll probably sleep in a little later tomorrow." Margaret looked back over at her husband to see him bent over with his hand on his groin.
"Yeah, but that still leaves the boys."
"No offense, but I don't think its you they'll want in the morning." She watched him for a moment. "Are you okay?"
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine."
She gave him an odd look. "Why are you touching yourself?"
"Just... I don't know."
Margaret jumped slightly and gasped. "Honey, calm down."
"Her teeth?"
"Yes," she looked up at him. "She's starting to bite."
Hawkeye smiled. "She's been waiting a long time for you."
"I know. I lost track of time. Tell me about your day."
He moved over to the table and pulled out one of the chairs. He leaned back and adjusted himself in his pants. "There's not too much to tell. You already know our sons are hellions. We've been stuck inside all day with this rain. It just wore on us."
"Are you sure you're okay?" He never stopped touching himself.
"You can check later if you'd like."
But he hadn't been smiling when he said that. He looked like he was in pain. Margaret was concerned. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"Just..." He shook his head. "Nothing."
In all the years they'd been together they'd never experienced any sexual problems. Once he'd gotten an elbow to the groin playing football, but that had just resulted in him spending the night with a bag of ice and a towel. Not once in eight years had he ever been impotent or in serious pain. He'd never even had a bladder infection. "Did something happen?" He was always roughhousing with the boys.
"No."
"Ben." He looked up when she called him by his given name. She looked worried. "I'm concerned."
He really didn't know how to explain it. "I just have this...feeling."
She was growing increasingly worried. "Is it a painful feeling?" She asked.
"It's dull."
Her nurse side was starting to kick in. "Does it hurt to urinate?" If so then that probably meant he had an infection.
He shook his head. "No."
He was still holding himself. "Maybe I should take a look after I've put her down."
"You're probably tired. Why don't you just go to bed?"
"It isn't even nine o'clock. I spent the better part of the day at a spa; don't you think I could stay awake longer than the kids?"
He nodded. "So, what else did you do today?'
"Oh, you know. The things that you don't like to do with me."
Hawkeye loved being with her. "What things are those?"
She looked down at her daughter. Her eyes were just now starting to droop, but she was eating vigorously. "Things like shopping, girl talk."
"Talking about husbands?"
"Some, yes. They are all jealous." She smiled looking at him. "I have a handsome husband who loves his children. Did you know almost everyone had to coax their husbands into staying home all day with their very own children? One of them even had to get her mother to watch them for the day because her husband said he had plans." All she had to do was ask and he was more than happy to do it. Of course it hadn't been easy, but staying home with four children was never easy.
Hawkeye stood to his feet. Sitting wasn't very comfortable. "Those boys kept me busy. It seems like the older they get the more trouble they find to get into."
"Don't I know it. You can tell you're their father."
"I was never like that. They go from one thing to the next. Do you know I found Jamie and Matt in the bathroom down here. They had the sink filled with water and had some little match box cars just splashing around like they belonged there." He was at the sink getting a glass of water.
"You should have sent them to the tub. Those two will stay in there for hours if you let them."
"Not tonight. All they did was fight today. One of them would have end up drowned in the tub."
The baby had stopped sucking so she pulled her away from her breast and put her on her shoulder. She stood up and walked over to him. "You're acting funny. Was your day that bad?"
"No, not bad. Just busy. I'm glad you're home."
"Aww, I didn't think you'd miss me."
Was she kidding? "You gonna put her down?"
"Yes." She reached up and kissed him. "Then I'll be back down to look at you. I just hope the boys didn't pick up that habit today."
"It's not a habit. It's just not right for some reason."
"Take those pants off and I'll be right back down." She gave him another kiss, this time it lasted longer and she put her tongue into his mouth. Something stirred within him and his groin suddenly became more painful.
He held down a groan of pain as she walked out of the kitchen with the baby. When she had disappeared into the hallway he moved his hand back to his groin and spread his legs a little. What was happening to him? He couldn't remember getting injured and there wasn't the slightest chance that he had VD. It didn't hurt when he urinated and it didn't hurt when he came. It was just some freak pain that ran from the head to his testicles.
Wait a minute, had she just told him to take off his pants in the kitchen? There were a million windows in there.
Oh well, it was night and they had a fairly secluded piece of property. The kids were sleeping. It would just be the two of them. He undid the buckle to his pants and pushed them down slowly. He stepped out of them and then looked down his boxers. Nothing stood out, except that he was getting hard.
Hawkeye went into the living room and sat on the couch, his legs were spread and his hand was cupping his crotch again. He was getting worried now. He heard Margaret walking down the stairs and called to her. "I'm in the living room."
She appeared in the doorway and stopped when she saw his pose. His face was contorted in what some would say was pain, but she knew that look. He was tense and stressed.
"Do you want to tell me about your day?" She asked in a soft voice.
He closed his eyes. "Why did we have to have four kids?"
She walked into the living room. "Because we like having sex." Although lately, no one would have guessed that. Between the kids and work they never had the energy or the privacy. That's why going out for the day had been so important to Margaret.
"But three boys?" He asked.
"That's your fault," she told him. "Those were your Y chromosomes."
"I was never that...energetic when I was a kid."
Margaret smiled. "I'm sure you were."
He opened his eyes. "Enough to give my father genital pain?"
"I don't know about that. You may have to ask him yourself." She sat down next to him. "Let's just make sure nothing important is... broken." She looked at him.
"I'm not impotent, if that's what you mean."
"I know you're not. You don't think I felt that thing in my back half the night?"
He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. "You could have done something about it."
"Well, I had a full day ahead of me. I needed my rest." She gave him a kiss.
Hawkeye sighed. She never wanted to have sex anymore. Lately every time her perused her she would push him away and roll over before anything even happened. There was always some reason why. During the day she would be touchy, but at night when they were finally alone she back away, read some of her book, and then went right to sleep.
"I had a full day here to you know."
"I know, baby. I've spent the entire day with these kids too. They have more energy than any children I know."
"It's not that. They just have this nose for trouble."
"Like their father." She kissed his nose. "Now how about you show me what's bothering you." He kept his hands over his groin. Hawkeye was reluctant to let her touch him. Just kissing her had caused the pain to increase. "Come on," she coaxed him. If anything his ego was hurting more than his penis. "I promise I'll be gentle," she told him sincerely.
It took him a moment, but slowly he moved his hands and lifted up enough to pull his boxers down to the middle of his thighs.
It had been a while since Margaret had last seen his penis. After nine years of sleeping together she was still taken back by how big he was. Lately the only naked men she got to see where the ones who ran around the house protesting taking their baths. Immediately she began to visually assess him. He didn't appear swollen or discolored. Maybe the head looked a little flushed. "Can you push them down a little more?"
He obliged and pushed them down to his knees.
Margaret put her hand on his knee. "Take a nice big breath and then slowly exhale." She could tell he was uncomfortable like that, he kept trying to close his legs. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he exhaled Margaret moved her hand between his legs and gently cupped his testicles.
"Ahh!" He tensed up.
"Shhh." She was trying to soothe him more than quiet him. "I'm not going to do anything," she reassured him. His breathing began to slow again. "Just try and relax."
He swallowed hard and nodded his head. After few moments she began to slowly massage his testicles. "Ooooooh," he suddenly groaned loudly. It felt similar to getting a foot cramp worked out.
"I have to say honey, this is very strange. All these years and nothing like this has ever happened."
"Don't remind me."
Hawkeye leaned his head back against the couch. In a way it was nice to have her touch him again, but the reason why made him feel less like a man and more like a ... he didn't know what. "Are you feeling any different?"
"Some." He was to that point now where if felt like a massage. There wasn't any harm in telling her not to stop. She didn't seem to mind.
"It's like your testicals are knotted up. Can that happen?"
"I'm not a proctologist. How would I know?"
"You're a man. You should know what can happen to you."
He opened his eyes. "You didn't know everything that could happen to you the first time you were pregnant."
"That's different."
"It was your body." He closed his eyes again. It was starting to feel really good.
"I was pregnant. It was like something else had control of my body. It just isn't comparable."
"That doesn't mean that this doesn't hurt!"
"Shhh." The last thing they needed was for someone to wake up and walk downstairs to see Hawkeye with his shorts pulled down and Margaret massaging his balls.
"They wouldn't wake up now if you started lobbing artillery shells in the hallway." He spread his legs a little more.
"How is that feeling?" He seemed to be a little more relaxed.
"Better," he sighed. He could feel the tension being alleviated.
Margaret looked down at his penis again. Had it really been that long since they had last made love? It looked inviting, as long and thick as it was, and she was feeling very relaxed. "Are you having any pain?"
"Just a dull ache." She leaned in and kissed him, pushing her tongue into mouth and running it along his. "Mmm." He opened his eyes and licked his lips. She had taken him by surprise. "Did something happen at the spa?"
"I just realized how much I've been neglecting you."
"It's hard when you have to juggle work and four kids." However, there had been a few instances when they had had the opportunity, but she had preferred to read her book instead. She was a terrific mother and a devoted wife, but sometimes he just needed a good fuck. Too many times she had turned him down and he had been forced to masturbate.
"You're a wonderful husband." She kissed him again.
That made him smile. "Well, you're not such a bad wife."
"I could be better."
"You're terrific."
Slowly she moved to straddle him, kissing him while doing so. "I've been letting my wifely duties go lately."
"Life has been...busy." He was still smiling.
She sat back on his lap and looked at him. His penis was starting to rise in between their bodies. "The kids don't run our lives."
He arched an eyebrow. He didn't blame them, they were just little kids, and he loved them more than life itself. However, when the four of them were mixed with work schedules, meetings with teachers, activities, their own schedules, it seemed as though something else was running their lives and he had no control. "We don't seem to run our lives anymore."
Her husband was so dramatic. He had one hectic day with the kids. Margaret knew who was in control and it certainly wasn't a 7 year old, a five year old, a 4 year old, or a 10 month old.
"Well, they're all sleeping now." She kissed his lips.
"What happened at the spa?" She was actually being flirty. It was a little...unusual.
"Well, we were all talking about our husbands..." She kissed his jaw. "That kind of stuff."
"You mean like, bedroom stuff?"
"Not necessarily." She kissed him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
"What got you so aroused?" He asked when they parted.
She shrugged. Her day had been very relaxing and listening to some of her friends talk about their husbands, she realized what a terrific husband she had. He was so attentive to her and to their children. Everything he did he did for their family. He was just a wonderful man and she knew how lucky she was to have him.
"Did you do something else at that spa? Maybe some erotic massage?"
"You're the only man who can give me an erotic massage."
He moved his hands to her hips. "I'm up for that if you are."
She nodded. "I think you're the one that could use the massage. You've had a rough day." She kissed him. "My poor baby."
Hawkeye's hands moved around to the buttons of her blouse. She hadn't buttoned her blouse very carefully after she fed the baby. "Let's go upstairs."
She shook her head. "Let's stay here. This is our house."
"What about the boys?"
"You said they were dead to the world." She leaned down and kissed his neck. He smelled of old spice and after shave lotion.
He had said that. Then again, ever since he'd caught them playing spy in their bedroom he'd become extra cautious. He'd been hard and just about to take off his jeans when he heard whispering from under the bed. "Jamie hasn't been sleeping well lately..."
"He fell asleep within three minutes." She kissed his jaw. "He was exhausted. We won't have to worry about him tonight." She kissed her way up to playfully bite his ear. "A little light humping wouldn't wake anyone up."
Hawkeye was becoming more aroused. "What is it that you wanted to do?"
"I have several ideas." She kissed his lips. "It depends on how spontaneous you're feeling."
"Well, you've gotten a rise out of me."
"Mmm, I'm so wet." She licked his cheek. "I'm positively soaked."
Soaked? How could she be that wet in such a sort amount of time? She must have been thinking about it earlier. "Are you sure that wasn't an erotic spa you went to?"
"Only if you count the fact that I was thinking about your big cock during my massage."
"I didn't think you thought about it anymore."
"How could I not? Just that time isn't always available for us."
Their kids were in bed hours before they were. "We have time."
A few days ago he had come home from work and went to bed before the boys did. "Time and energy."
"Yeah, well that's different." He pushed her blouse off her shoulders. "We have it now."
She pulled back and looked at him seriously. "I know you're tired today. If you'd rather not..."
"Oh shut up."
She grinned and kissed him again. "Just making sure." Her hands moved through his hair. "How are you feeling now?"
"Like a normal aroused man."
"Good." She ground herself against him causing a loud moan escape from his lips. "Did you get the laundry done?"
"What?"
"I left a list for you..."
He sighed. "Margaret...all of that can wait until tomorrow." He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. "Don't you think?"
She shrugged. He was still holding her face. "I told Ben we'd do something together as a family tomorrow."
"We can still do that."
"But if that list isn't finished.."
"The kids won't give a damn if we make them wait five more minutes so we can throw some laundry in."
She thought for a moment and then nodded. "You're absolutely right."
"Good," he smiled.
"Just one more thing."
"What!" This was the one time they were going to be together in..who knows how long. Now she was going to stop them.
"When are you going to fuck me?"
"I'm the one sitting here shortless." He was naked from the waist down.
She still had her pants on. "I was just so comfortable sitting there."
"I would be too if your dick was pressed against my clitoris."
She moved off his lap and began to take off her pants. "Oh wait," she stopped and looked at him.
He was reclined on the couch with his legs outstretched. His cock was sticking up in the air. "What?"
"We need a towel."
"I think there's a dirty one on the dryer."
"Let me get that quick," and she dashed out of the room.
Hawkeye put his hands behind his head. He was very excited. Finally, he was going to get some pussy. Maybe she'd even take pity on him and give him a blow job later on. As long as no one woke up, they could have a good time.
She walked back into the living room carrying two towels. "I thought it would be safer with an extra."
"Okay."
She finished taking off her pants and then moved to pull down her panties. "How are we going to do this?""Here." He took one from her and stood up to put it on the couch and then sat back down on it. "Okay," he grinned looking up at her. She was taking her bra off now. "Want to go for a ride, beautiful?""How much do you charge for that?""For you? Seeing as you are the mother of my children and we're married... I'll let you go for free." He winked.She tossed her bra to the floor and walked over to him, putting her knees on either side of his hips and sitting back against his lap. "You know, I can be a very hard customer to please.""Oh? I hadn't noticed." He cupped her breasts, letting his thumbs graze her nipples. "I must be a natural."
"Maybe you are, or maybe you're just a perfect fit for me." She sat there and let him play with her breasts for a little.
"Maybe." His mouth closed in on her nipple. It had been so long since he had done that. He just hopped she wasn't going to leak. That happened the first time they had sex after Ben was born and Hawkeye got a mouthful of breast milk.
But the baby had just eaten, so as long as he didn't suck too hard it should be okay. Ooh, it felt so much better when he was the one on her nipple than that little teething baby. "Ohh." She bit her lip. He was so good at that. "Honey..." He kissed her breasts and then her chest.
"You're already starting to leak." He could feel the moisture on his leg.
"I want to get on," she moaned.
"No." He put his hands on her hips. "Not yet." He wanted to hold out and let her arousal build.
"Yes." She tried to move, but he held her there. "Don't you want me?"
"You know I want you." His mouth moved back to her breasts. There was a day when they could spend hours with foreplay before they even thought of acting on it.
"Then let me get on." Her voice was pleading.
"Shhh." Hawkeye moved his lips up to hers. It was just about killing him not to be inside her, but it had been so long and there was no way of telling how long it would be until they got to do it again, so he wanted to make it last.
"Please, baby. I've been thinking about this all day. About you and me. About how we used to be."
"Then enjoy it."
"Don't you...ahhh." He was so good. "Remember when we used to ..." She paused to gather her thoughts. "Everyday..."
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