Meanwhile....
Mac and Stella had gotten the kids down for the night, and decided to watch a movie.
"What do you feel like tonight Mac?"
"Hmm...how about something with action."
"Action...you're kidding right. I was thinking something more romantic."
"Listen Stella. Aren't you a little old for romance."
"Oooohhh...really. Then maybe you'd like some comedy."
Grabbing the tape from the cupboard, she put it on and waited for his response.
"No daddy, you drink your tea with a spoon, you use your tea fingers, see."
As stella laughed, Mac pouted, for he was spilling the tea all down his shirt.
"No, bad daddy. Now you have to go to your room. You get no dinner."
Putting on his pouty face, Mac walked over to his Claire bears bed and laid down.
"But I not tired." He said acting like a baby.
Stella was in stitches, for here was Mac playing a little pouty kid. But she knew what was coming and she couldn't wait.
"It's now your bed time. Here's you soother, take it, come on. Be a good boy, and take your soother."
Mac was eyeing his wife with pure evil.
"GHhahahhah, jahahhahah. Oh God Mac, I can't breathe, look at you with that soother in your mouth."
Getting up off the couch, Mac turned it off.
"Tell me Stel. Is there any one time you haven't taped me?"
"Afraid not," she gigled.
"Well....that's good love. Cause now I have something to show you. Don't move. You're going to like this one."
Putting the movie in the player, he grabbed his wife, and wrapped her tightly between his legs and chest, so she couldn't punch or kick him.
As it began to play, Stella's eyes buldged out of her head. For there was this beautiful woman in all her glory, coming out of the shower, wrapping the towel around her hair, and then admiring her form in the mirror.
The more Mac watched with her, the more he appreciated her beauty, as she combed her beautiful curls.
"Maaaac....I can feel that."
"Feel what love?" he whispered in her ear.
"When did you make this without me knowing, you devil.
"I made it, because I admire my lovely wife. You are my wife Stella, my beautiful Goddess, never do I tire of seeing you being a woman."
"Well my Mac, now I don't feel so guilty, as I have one too. It was that night on the beach, in that little cabana, just you, me, and that bottle of wine."
Mac stared in shock. You little she devil. How....oh never mind, we'll watch yours later."
Mac was so damn lucky, to have married Stella, they both shared so much of each other without shame.
Stella couldn't help but respond herself. Never had she realized how exotic she looked in the candlelight, as the darkness shaded the room.
Getting into it herself, she leaned herself back against Mac, as his hands began exploring her arms, her shoulder, her neck, her chest, her thighs. And as he whispered....
"Open for me love."
She did, and the erotic feeling was so overwhelming she cried, as she wrapped her hands around his neck, and began moving within him, as they whispered words of love together
*Ring,ring*
"God damn, not now."
Knowing they were good and interrupted, Mac carefully laid his wife's shivering body on the couch. Getting up, he flicked off the tv.
"Who is it?"
"Mac, it's Danny, Nat and Lindsey."
Making sure he looked presentable, he checked his pants once more, and opened the door.
"What's going on Danny."
"We've had a flood. The second floor leaked into our apartment, we need a place to stay for the night."
"Did you try Flack?"
"We did, he's got plans with his wife. I tried Sheldon, they are too overcrowded with Jimeka's family. I dind't want to bother Anya and Michael. So we had to come here."
Mac sighed deep, for there went his seduction of his wife, right out the window.
"Sure. Come on in. Stel. We need to get the Messer's settled."
"Oh my, you are all wet, what happened? Give me the baby."
Rushing the baby upstairs to change her into something dry, Mac grabbed towles for Nat and Danny.