We are back! We are all holidayed out. Isn't it amazing how tiring holidays can be? I am not sure how Mac can handle being back at work today. I need at least another day's rest to get over the holiday, but of course, Sarah Jane and Nicholas have had other plans for me. They only get tired when they want to be tired and not a second before!

It was lovely, sleeping in, afternoon naps, swimming! (I love swimming), and eating way too much. I got tired of food. I know, I would not have thought it possible either, but I did get tired of eating. Sarah Jane and Nicolas just wanted to swim. As soon as they woke up Sarah Jane would tell me she wanted to go swimming, and then, just to make sure I understood that it wasn't just for her, she would tell me that Nicholas wanted to go swimming too. He told her, even though he was still asleep. He wanted to go swimming so we should wake him up and take him swimming with us, right now. We shouldn't wait for him to wake up by himself.

Mac and I got to spend a lot of time together, just reading, swimming, eating, sleeping. He would let me sleep with my head on his lap during the day and I would let him do things to me during the night. And I would do things to Him that made Him grunt and growl. We were both very content. All four of us were pretty content. It was a good holiday.

And now we are back and Mac is at work and emailing me telling me He is so busy He doesn't have time to email me today and I am at home, being the mummy and things are back to normal and normal is good. I like being home with my bed and my kitchen and my shower and my family and our routine. I like normality.

But then this normality has always made me feel pretty good!

We leave tomorrow morning. I can hardly wait, though the packing is not proving to be fun. Why is it the littlest of us needs the biggest suitcase? Mac is happy with some t-tshirts, some shorts, and a pair of track pants in case it gets cold. I need a few more clothes, a dress for going out, a few skirts, some tops, some swimwear and a few pair of shoes. Sarah Jane needs more clothes again, because she gets over excited and might have an accident, or she might get wet, or she might have ice-cream. And Nicholas needs the big suitcase, for dribbles and leaks and spit outs and carry cots and cuddle rugs and baby bath stuff and and and..... Mac and I can share a suitcase, Sarah Jane and Nicholas get their own. Sighs.

So ten days of not cooking, of letting other people clean up, of swimming with the babies both of whom LOVE the water, of eating too much good food, of sleeping too much and getting too much rest. I am so ready for it. So is Mac.

When He came home from His last week away, He slept for most of 30 hours, waking only to use the bathroom, eat and have His balls emptied by me. He had been travelling 24 hours and for most of that we were teasing each other. He had emails when He got off planes. I received emails soon after He was in the airport. I kept telling Him I wanted to fuck someone else. He kept telling me I was a manipulative little witch. We were both as horny as rabbits by the time He arrived home. He showered and ate His favourite dinner that I had prepared for Him. He played with the kids and once they were in bed He raped my mouth with His tongue and He made me kneel and suck His cock before dragging me back up to tongue rape my mouth again. He came quickly and fell asleep almost before His cock had finished spurting. He woke some time during the night and made me wrap my legs around Him so He could come in me again. Then in the morning, as I went to stumble out of bed, He dragged me back and fucked me once more. He stayed in bed, I brought Him breakfast. He ate it while His head nodded. I played with the babies downstairs while He slept. He woke at lunch time and came down for food. When the babies napped He took me back to bed and used me again. We both slept till the babies woke up and I took them back downstairs while He slept again. He woke for dinner and then played with the babies and when they were in bed, He fell asleep on the couch. I woke Him to put Him to bed but He growled at me and dragged me to my knees again. When we went upstairs He fell asleep again and He didn't wake till morning.

It was three days before we had finally gotten enough of each other that we could be together without Him needing to empty Himself into me. Well, at least, not as often.

So we go tomorrow and there won't be any blogs for a full ten days. I should have plenty to write about when I get back!

One day while Mac was home and I was dressing, I grabbed a pair of panties out of the drawer and pulled them on. They were the type of panties Mac likes on me, skimpy, lacy and the type of panties I like to wear, stretchy and comfortable. The trouble with stretchy lace panties is that the lace weakens over time and this time was the last time I would pull this particular pair on as my thumb went clean through the lace and left behind a nice little hole. I sighed.

"What's wrong?" Mac asked.
"I put a hole in my panties." I said, showing him my thumb through them.
"How did you manage that?" He came over and took a closer look.
"Oh, they are just worn out I said. Watch." I stuck my thumb in a different spot and pushed. Sure enough, my thumb went through again. I pulled and the lace pulled further apart, creating a bigger hole.
Mac looked at me oddly. Then He looked at His watch. He frowned. He seemed to be weighing something up in His mind.
"I have a meeting this morning I can't be late for." He said.
"I know!" I said. "I will make You some toast." I went to take the panties off.
Mac grabbed my wrist. "Leave them on." He said. "I want you to wear them for me. I want to play with them tonight."

I grinned at Him. I had an idea of what He wanted to do with them and I liked the idea I had. We had toast with the babies. He kissed all three of us then went to his important meeting.

He wrote to me during the day, a brief email, asking if I still had the ripped panties on. I told Him that of course I did. He wrote back that I was a good girl.

When He got home He asked me again as His hands slid up beneath my skirt to feel if I still had them on. I did. The rips had grown just a little during the day. I had been careful, because once the lace starts ripping it is really very easy for it to continue. Before you know it, you have more hole than panties, which is why as soon as they get a hole, they go in the bin. Except this pair. Mac had plans for them.

We ate dinner with the babies, cleaned the babies, played with the babies and put the babies to bed with giggles and milk and stories and love and then when they were sleeping we sat on the couch for a little while and watched a little bit of television, though I was too busy anticipating bed time to be fully aware of what was on and when it become obvious to Mac that I was oblivious to all else, He said we could go to bed early. I went to the bathroom and stripped down to just the panties and I brushed my teeth and washed my face and Mac came in from locking up downstairs and he grinned when He saw I just had the panties on.

When we got to the bedroom He threw me on the bed and He lay down next to me. He grabbed the panties and He tore them. Then He grabbed them in a different place and leaned over me and kissed me and tore them again. He kept kissing and tearing until there were just strips of lace left around me. He made me turn over and get onto my knees and He knelt behind me. He ripped open the crotch of the panties and He mounted me. I gasped as He entered me. I was even wetter than I thought I would be. He grunted. He grunted loudly. I had torn strips of panties across my ass and I knew He was looking at it. He twisted His fingers in the scraps and pulled them while He was fucking me. I told Him that I love His cock. I often say it when His cock is inside me. It's the truth. God. I do love His cock. It fills me so perfectly. I often think that His cock was definitely made just for me. I just love having Him inside me.

I came before He did, though it was close. He was thrusting so hard the bed was moving and whatever He was hitting inside me, it felt so good. I was grunting with each thrust and Mac was grunting with each thrust and just before He growled did that thing men do where they just push and push and push, I gripped the sheets and swore. When we were both laying on the bed trying to catch our breath, I looked across at Mac.

"That was fucking hot!" He said.
I grinned.

I went to sleep with the strips still around me, letting His semen and my juices soak into them. When I woke the next morning and rubbed up against Him He pulled what was left of the panties off me and put His cock into me again.

All because of an old pair of panties that ripped.

I would say that it was odd that it turned Mac on to rip my panties like that, only when He was ripping them, it turned me on a ridiculous amount too. Maybe we are both odd.

But at least the oddness works for both of us.

I bought a pair of fishnets for when He gets back. I have already put some holes in them, ripped, of course. He should be getting off the plane any time now and calling me to tell me He is almost home.

I am ready to come home too.

So He came home, but only for a few days before He had to leave again! He isn't really enjoying this job right now, but with the times as they are, there isn't much chance to move on, so He has to keep leaving us for now. One more week and then He will be home for a few months. We are taking some time to go away just after Easter, a couple of weeks of swimming, reading, napping and playing with the babies, just the four of us, far away from the real world. I booked the holiday months ago, because we needed it months ago and we are so looking forward to it. Sunshine and swimming, good food, lots of love and laughter, relaxing with my favourite people in the world, it just sounds like heaven. I feel like I am just marking time, waiting for the holiday to begin.

Although He was only here for a few days, we made the most of it. We spent time snuggled up, really close, kissing, touching and being touched. I think a lot of people forget to touch each other. We touch a lot. I guess it is our way of being intimate even when we are in public, or just when we are dressed. We hold hands. He will put his arm around my waist. Or He will put His hand on my back up under my hair. That is a very important touch for me, the hand on my back. I find it the most calming touch of all. Sometimes, when I am really stressed, I will ask Mac just to put His hand on my back, under my shirt. The contact with the big strong Male hand just soothes me. I feel protected and safe when He does it. The other night, before He left, I fell asleep on the couch with my head on His lap and His hand just resting on my back. I had pulled up my top so it was skin on skin. I slept through two hours of television programs. I finally woke only because Mac's bottom had gone numb and He had to move to get feeling back in it. He said I had looked so content sleeping there that He wanted me to let me rest as long as He could. I think I could have taken 24 hours of it. It was just that nice. I wish we had more time like that.

So with Him gone again now, we will be back to those precious stolen moments in phone calls.

God, why is it that when He is gone is when I crave Him most of all?