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It was late when Claire came home from her shift at the hospital. Her back hurt, her feet hurt, her ego hurt. She sighed as he closed the door, leaving her shoes on the rack and her coat on the hook, besides those of her family. The house was dark, everyone was in bed at that time, the next day being a school day. Claire dragged herself upstairs. She stopped in the children's bedrooms, checking on them. four-year-old Willie and twelve-year-old Fergus were peacefully sleeping on their beds. Willie's favourite plushie was on the floor, so Claire went into the room and put it back on Willie's arms, arranging the blankets around him. She went to the girls' bedroom next. seven-year-old Brianna was already sleeping, but a faint light under ten-year-old Faith's duvet, told Claire that Faith was again skipping sleep time to read. 'Faith Claire Fraser, it's late.' Claire used her mom's voice. 'You can carry on reading your book tomorrow.' Faith sighed and left her book and the flashlight on the side table. Claire taking them, in case. 'Good night Faith.' Claire kissed Faith's hair and left the room, closing the door behind her. She sighed, as she finally reached her bedroom. Jamie was awake, sitting shirtless in bed, reading something. He left the book and his new reading glasses on the side table as Claire came into the room.
'Faith was readin' again. isna she?' Jamie said, as Claire left Faith's stuff on her vanity table, before sighing loudly again. 'Long day, mo Sorcha.' Claire sighed again and began to strip. Jamie looked at her, focusing on her ivory-like skin. Her body had changed in the twelve years they had been married, after four pregnancies, taking care of the children and work. But Jamie was as much attracted to her as the first time he had seen her. Jamie took his phone and began filming his wife taking her clothes off, feeling the heat as the clothes flew to the dirty laundry basket.
'I'm so fucking tired today.' Her pants came off, Jamie watching the cotton of Claire's favourite "working panties" barely covering her fat arse. 'I hate double shifts.' Blouse out, Jamie noticed the red marks on her shoulders and back. 'It was OK back in the day, you know, we were younger.' She unhooked her bra, rubbing her back and stretching her spine. Her breasts wobbled as they were freed of their fabric and lace prison and Jamie's cock twitched with high hopes. 'You wouldn't believe what someone said about me?' Jamie filmed Claire's back while she put her hair down, Jamie enjoying the sight of her curls falling down. 'She described me as the sixty-year-old doctor.' Claire huffed. 'Sixty!' She huffed again, Jamie zooming on her breasts, nipples the size of cherries. 'I'm not even forty yet!' Jamie's cock was ready for action as Claire looked herself in the mirror. 'OK, just a month to go, but still not forty yet.' She sighed again. 'But then, look at me. I've gained so much weight. Look at my breasts after breastfeeding four children. Do you remember them when we first met?' She put her face closer to the mirror. 'And look at all these wrinkles.' Claire finally noticed Jamie and his phone. 'What are you doing?'
'Enjoyin' my wife's bonnie body.' Jamie said. 'And keeping a wee memory of it.'
'You're not taking photos of me looking like this.' Claire said.
''Tis a video, I love a good striptease.' Jamie smiled.
'You bloody idiot.' Claire went and tried to get the phone from Jamie. 'Give the phone, and delete the video.' They struggled for a bit, but Jamie won and pinned Claire under him.
'Ye want to see how beautiful you are.' He took her hand and took it under the duvet and to his cock, already more than ready to take her. 'Ye'll always be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, mo chridhre.' Jamie moved the duvet to cover Claire and have easy access to her body. 'Ye're a wee bit different than when we were just datin', but as much beautiful, if not more. Ye're body has created and sustained life, four times no less. Ye've gained experience. Yer wee wrinkles are smiles, and laughs and happy moments with me and the bairns.' Jamie kissed her. 'Yer breasts.' He squeezed one of them. 'There's no' happier memory than seeing ye with one of our bairns at yer breast, the love in yer face as ye fed them.' Jamie sucked one of her nipple, Claire sighing, this time in pleasure. 'Ye're beautiful, and ye will always be.' Jamie covered Claire with his body and promptly took her. He made her love slowly and was very careful of Claire feeling as much pleasure as possible. 'Feelin' better now, mo Sorcha?' Jamie cuddled her after their love-making.
'You do know how to make someone feel better.' Claire enjoyed Jamie's body against hers. 'But still I want you to delete that video.'
Jamie laughed. 'That is no' happenin'.' Jamie kissed Claire's shoulder. 'The video is only for me tho. To enjoy my beautiful wife doing a striptease.'
'You bloody idiot.' Claire said, as sleep seized her.' Jamie kissed her shoulder again before switch off the light and cuddling tightly to her for the rest of the night.