Inviting pose..would you like a Tribute?

The hum of the washing machine vibrated through the floorboards of the laundry room, drowning out the quiet afternoon. Ms SoCal was standing in front of the wicker hamper, her naked body catching the cool light filtering through the window as she sorted through the pile. She bent forward, and her ass was fully exposed to the gaze of anyone behind her.

Behind her, the floorboards creaked softly. She didn't even have to turn around to know it was him; she could feel his familiar, heavy breathing whenever he saw her nude. Then she heard the distinct sound of his mobile clicking a pic.

Ms SoCal paused and she tilted her head back to look at him over her shoulder, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face.

"Who's that for?" she asked, her voice dropping into a teasing purr as she pushed her ass out just a fraction more, instinctively playing to the lens. "Let me guess. AJ?"

SoCal Hubby didn't look up from the screen, admiring how the light hit her skin, the sexy sweep of her spine, her ass, the space between her sexy thighs. He loved the way she looked. He knew the exact angle that would completely wreck AJ's focus.

"Who else?" SoCal Hubby murmured, stepping closer until he was really close to her, his free hand reaching out to trace a slow, warm circle on her butt. "Just sent it to him. Let's see how fast he replies."

Ms SoCal let out a soft, breathy laugh, shifting her weight so her hips pressed back against his erection. "You're so naughty. You like doing this even when I'm doing chores, don't you? Taking pics during naked laundry?"

"I like knowing he's sitting at his desk right now, deep in work, and then his phone buzzes," SoCal Hubby said, his voice lowering as he leaned in to press a warm kiss against the naked skin of her shoulder, pressing his erection into her asscrack. "He opens the message, sees what I get to look at every single day, and suddenly he can't focus on work."

"Oh, I bet," she teased, turning to face him. She let one hand lazily up his thigh, very near to that erect cock in his pants. "And what did you tell him with the photo? Did you tell him what it is like being with someone he lusts for? Or did you tell him how wet I am just thinking about him looking at the pic?"

"I told him she's getting her chores done early so she has plenty of energy for what she wants to do with me later," SoCal Hubby replied, his fingers tightening on her breast as his phone buzzed instantly in his palm. He put the buzzing phone down on her thigh, very near her lips. He then glanced down at the screen, a dark, wicked smirk crossing his face. "Look at that. Ten messages. Less than a minute. Typical AJ. He didn't even type words, just a string of exclamation points and a pic of the front of his pants."

Ms SoCal leaned in, pressing against him to peer at the screen, her breath catching in her throat.

"Look at that huge tent. He's hungry, isn't he?" she whispered, her eyes dark with sudden excitement. "He's sitting there imagining those hands right where yours are right now."

"He's wondering if you smell like Downy, or if you've already put on that perfume he likes," SoCal Hubby murmured, pulling her tighter against him as his own breathing hitched. "Go on. Finish the laundry. I''l be here, right behind you. Let's see how long it takes him to call."