Father's Day Race

Father’s Day morning was a special moment for me as I lay in bed, wondering what the day would bring. In past years, we have had delicious brunches, canoe trips, and even a 5K run to celebrate. This Father’s Day started a little differently.

“Happy Father’s Day,” my wife, Amber, said as she rolled her warm, naked body onto mine.

I opened my eyes to the early morning light, smiled at the familiar face staring into my eyes, and replied, “Good morning, gorgeous! Thank you”

“What do you want to do this morning? I mean, since the kids aren’t up yet?” Her hand tickled the hair on my chest as she caressed me.

I knew what she wanted. She wanted to play. I’m sure that “The kids are asleep” is practically the universal invitation for connection in many couples with young families. I had something I wanted to try with her. I figured Father’s Day was an excellent time to try. “I want to race,” I told her.

She searched my face for an explanation, then her left eyebrow raised with a cheeky revelation.

“Oh! You mean a race to orgasm?” She asked, recalling the last time we masturbated beside each other in bed.

“Yup!” I replied, but the race was only a means to an end, a way to achieve what I wanted to try.

“OK, but I’ve been working hard lately to train you to be a quick cummer. It hardly seems fair. So we’ll race to two...