“What do you say, wife?”
“You’re the only man who can make such an impassioned, sweet speech about having sex in public. How can I say no?”
His smile lit up the room. “You're so great. Now lie back. We're going to be having sex in a lot of odd places and in awkward positions. Let's get you limbered up, wife.”
Two
Justin woke up alone in bed. He was lying on the spot still warm from Valerie’s body, so she had not been gone from his side for long. A small frown still formed, however, because his favorite way of waking up was waking her up, with kisses and caresses that riled her up and had her sputtering in outrage that quickly softened into gasps and pleas for more and harder. He sniffed at her lingering vanilla scent on the pillow, smiling before he opened his eyes.
It seemed the sun had crashed right in the suite and flared up. Wincing, he rubbed his eyes, turning away from the golden glare surrounding him. He yawned hugely and unapologetically before swinging his legs to the floor. A puddle of discarded clothes was on the floor, and he picked up random pieces there.
“Wife,” he called out, then yawned again. He scratched his stomach as he stretched, nude and proud in his skin before reluctantly stepping into a pair of shorts and putting on an old t-shirt. “Wife?”
“Ow! Colin!” Came Valerie’s pained grunt.
Justin shuffled toward the adjoining room, the source of the sound. Their one-year-old twins, Colin and Kenneth, slept here. Their brothers, Leo and Tyler, had somehow shanghaied Donald into setting up a tent in the garden and sleeping there for the next two days.
Kenneth was the first one Justin saw upon slipping inside. Green-eyed with auburn ringlets and deep dimples, he beamed up at his father and held out his plump pink arms. Justin smiled back and crouched down in front of him, setting the baby on his lap. Kenneth was playing with stuffed toy blocks and seemed to get a kick out of arranging them in a straight column, judging from his squeals. As Justin helped his son, he kept half an eye and half an ear to the ongoing fight between Colin and Valerie.
“Colin, you’re going to have to stop kicking mommy in the face so she can put clothes on you,” Valerie pleaded, struggling to roll a pair of shorts onto Colin’s wildly kicking legs.
Colin shouted and kicked his legs more vigorously, landing a smacking one right on Valerie’s arm. As she groaned again, Justin asked, “Need me to intervene?”
“I’m waving the white flag,” Valerie announced. Justin gave her backside an appreciative once-over as he got to his feet. She wore a crumpled sleep tunic that ended right at her thighs, giving him lots of wonderful freckles to salivate over. He couldn’t resist squeezing her ass as he reached her, laughing as she scowled at him before she went to Kenneth.
“Kick your mother again, and I’m going to whoop you in the ass, young man,” Justin mock-warned Colin as he reached for the red shorts. For a moment, Colin looked up at him, his blue eyes big with worry before they suddenly crinkled up with laughter, and he let out a squeal. “Brat.”
“I guess it’s pretty clear who he takes after,” Valerie mused as she bopped noses with Kenneth before watching him arrange the stuffed toy blocks.
“Definitely not me. He’s got your mean scowl down pat, wife.” Justin said, taking a firm hold of Colin’s legs and pushing them into the shorts.
“I don't have problems with authority. You do.”
“Well, with my balls and your scowl, we have one formidable kid right here,” Justin said, pushing a striped navy and white t-shirt down Colin’s head next. His hair was thin, golden blond. Now dressed, Justin presented him to his mother. “There. Dressed and ready to go.”
“My hero.” Valerie declared, batting her eyelashes at Justin.
“I’m your hero, alright,” Justin said, winking at her. “I just saved you from another battle involving fat feet and shorts.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Justin, Miss Valerie,” came Lester Born’s voice, followed by a knock. “Mr. Aston is asking if his grandchildren are ready for breakfast? He told me to get them if they are.”
“My father doesn’t care about me,” Justin pretended to complain, opening the door. He nodded at the young man. “Lester, hello. Good to see you.”
Lester Born was now head butler of Shady Grove despite being only in his late twenties. He was dressed in his uniform black suit that emphasized how young he was. Nevertheless, he had full run of the place and was the most trusted member among Donald’s staff. He gave Justin and Valerie a friendly smile before suddenly looking away when Valerie shot to her feet.
“I’ll put them in the pram and help you to the stairs, Lester,” Valerie told him, unaware of the show she was giving the men in the room.
Valerie was not beautiful, she was certainly far from attractive, but with her hair still wild from sleep and sex, her cheeks the vivid pink of a rose and her long, amazing legs on full display, it was difficult to not desire her. The hardening in Justin’s shorts certainly confirmed so, and he shot Lester Born a warning look. Lester, however, had taken a sudden interest at the ceiling.
As Valerie put their sons in the conjoined pram, she stood right in the sun. The glow outlined the strong angles and slight curves of her body, and Justin certainly didn’t miss the fact that she was naked under it. When Valerie bent, he all but flew across the room to protect her precious backside from accidental exposure.
“Lester, uh, would you mind straightening up our room while we get the boys ready? We’d really appreciate it.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Justin,” Lester said, sounding more relieved than he should.
Valerie, adorably unaware, continued to bend as she cooed and smiled at Colin and Kenneth. Justin didn’t realize he was holding his breath until she straightened up, turned to him and asked, concerned, “What’s wrong?”
Justin coughed and cleared his throat. “Nothing. Uh, why don’t I help Lester? Donald definitely expects us to join him. You can get ready in the meantime.”
“Good idea. I could use a shower.” Valerie sniffed at the collar of her shirt and blushed. “I smell like you.”
“And I smell like you.” He brushed his knuckles tenderly on her cheek.
“I’ll wear the dress you like.” Valerie suddenly offered. Her eyes dropped to her feet, then peered back at him.
Justin didn’t particularly have a favorite dress of hers. Valerie in shorts got him hard. Valerie in a baggy t-shirt made him sweat. Valerie in a potato sack would still end up flat on her back if she walked in a room wearing it. Hell, Valerie in a shapeless ski suit got him lightheaded. So he wondered what she thought was his favorite dress on her.
“This dress that I like,” he murmured, unable to resist nuzzling her neck. Wow. She did smell like him. Everything in him groaned to rub himself against her. “How short is it?”
“It’s the blue denim one. The one that’s buttoned all the way.”
Oh, yeah. He remembered that dress. There was nothing special about it except that it buttoned, and he absolutely enjoyed releasing each of them from their respective hole. His heart would thud right in his head as inch by inch Valerie’s flushed, freckled skin was exposed before he was able to slide the dress off her. It wasn’t very short, nor was it that long either - just an inch or two above the knee. He supposed it was his favorite on her because it was blue and buttoned. The rough cloth also put her nipples in a state of permanent tightness, hard, sweet, pink berries to be devoured.
“I love that dress,” Justin whispered in her ear. He licked her along the jawline. “I love getting you out of it.”
“And - And - And if we’re going to do that thing we talked about last night,” Valerie stammered, once again shy, “Um, maybe - maybe I shouldn’t wear underwear.”
Oh, good lord, she was going to kill him. Justin growled and rested his forehead against hers.
“You couldn’t just surprise me with that, wife? How the hell do you expect me to survive breakfast knowing you’re wet and bare under the dress?”
“Next time, just surprise me. Damn it, what if we’re having pancakes with maple syrup? Do you remember that time I poured maple syrup on you?” He sucked on her collarbone.
She frowned. “I sure do, Justin. I had a three-day itch that wouldn’t go away.”
“Sorry.” He said, not sounding sorry at all. An infuriating grin crossed his face, widening as she blushed. He would bet his right hand she was remembering how they had sex during those three days. He would never forget her wild cries as she took him in her ass. They used a lot of lube and ruined two of their best sheets.
Her cheeks still burning, she stammered, “Next time we should just stick to ice cream and peanut butter.”
Justin glared at her and suddenly snatched her hand to press it on his burgeoning cock. He smirked at her squeak. “Torture your husband some more, why don’t you?”
“Well, I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean that.”
“We should just let Lester take care of the twins so I could tumble you back into bed and make love to you.” He wagged his eyebrows lasciviously.” That's my favorite thing to do in the morning, having sex with you.”
Valerie shook her head, flushing. “You are not letting poor Lester take them down the stairs by himself. You’re going to help him.” She said firmly, taking her hand away from him.
“Will you spank me if I don’t?”
“I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to take me.”
“Cruel, wife.” He kissed her fully on the mouth. “But you do know how to get your point across.”
“Well, you do have your moments, husband.” She ruffled his hair affectionately. “You’re not a complete idiot.”
He grinned and pressed another kiss on her shoulder. He pinched her delicious ass again, enjoying her startled, outraged gasp and the flare of red spread down to her chest. She was blushing so furiously that she had duck her head when Lester returned. I could just eat her up, sometimes, Justin thought before turning around to face the younger man.
“Shall we, Lester? We must hurry since we both know the old man hates being kept waiting.”
Three
“I knew I’d find you here,” Justin announced, his voice booming across the silence of the library and making Valerie jump. Frowning, she turned around in her seat and glared at him from the tops of her black reading glasses. The warning look did nothing - he stomped toward her, amber eyes sparkling, dimples deepening as his grin widened across his face. She wasn’t at all surprised when he bent at the waist to kiss her fully on the mouth before dropping down with an exaggerated ceremony on the seat next to her.
Scarlet spots colored Valerie’s cheeks, but she returned her attention to her book and flipped a page. Justin snorted. “God. You’re actually reading?”
“Did you expect me to just lay on the desk and spread my legs while waiting for you?” She asked, crossing her legs and biting her lip, suddenly self-conscious. The words were her own, the sass, somewhat new. She felt herself burning at her own words.
Resolutely, she kept her attention on the text talking about a historical battle. It was interesting reading. Vivid details. Engaging writing. A solid account.
Justin leaned back against his seat. Though she wasn’t looking at him, she knew he smirked. “I’d like that very much. Every day.”
“Fuck you.” But she glanced at him over her shoulder and shot him a small, affectionate smile before turning her attention back to the book.
“That’s the problem. You’re not.” Justin sounded wounded. Then he added, eyes sultry at the strong curve of her neck and the surprising delicateness of her collarbones exposed by the neckline of her denim dress, “Yet.”
As she continued to read, he trailed fingers up and down her spine. She shivered, though she only felt the press of his fingers because of the cloth that held her skin away from him. Then he ran his finger down the sensitive edge behind her ear, the line that attached it to her head. Squirming, she whispered, still reading, “That tickles.”
“Why are you whispering?” Justin sounded amused and curious. “This may be a library, but this is my father’s. Private. You won’t get sent to detention if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m surprised your father did not throw us out, given your earlier behavior,” Valerie answered, turning another page.
Justin liked to touch - one of the surprisingly sweet things about him. But there were times when he was deliberately infuriating with it. First, he pinched her ass just before she sat down to join Donald and their sons for breakfast. Then he sat down next to her and promptly settled his hand on her knee. If the table were wooden or any surface that obscured the inappropriate caress, she might have been fine with it. But this was the porch, not the dining room. The table was glass and clear as ice. She tried removing his hand, but he always managed to put it back, right where he shouldn’t - at least, not in front of his father! Donald, fortunately, was too busy making airplane noises and swooping his fork dramatically in the air. He had insisted on feeding Leo and Tyler.
When Donald left to take a phone call, Valerie had hissed at Justin to behave and pointed out the glass. He then pointed out that the food and plates on it hid the action under the table. But seeing how uncomfortable she was, he withdrew his hand and acted like a gentleman upon his father’s return.
After breakfast, Donald asked if he could take the children sailing. Valerie offered to go with them, but Donald told her to rest and relax. Besides, he was taking Lester and Jarrod, both certified lifeguards. While indeed it was reassuring, she still felt embarrassed. Donald had beamed at her and kissed her on the cheek, his glass- amber eyes displaying a rare flicker of warmth that was only present when his daughter-in-law was around. Justin had to bite back a proud smile. Favorite Aston, that she is.
The sudden free time in their hands had Valerie thinking that maybe she and Justin could hit the weekend market and stock up on supplies for the holiday. But then Reese called, and from the frown on Justin’s face, it was clear it was going to take a while.
Valerie kissed her husband gently on the lips, smiled at him, so he’ll know she didn’t mind and went off to entertain herself. Of course, her feet took her to the library.
The library at Shady Grove hands down was her favorite private library - after the one back home. Maybe because the library back home had yet to be organized - popular paperbacks were shelved with rare treatises, books detailing the history of the house with bound academic journals - or the books here catered more to her interest. Valerie loved French literature, and the focus of her study was medieval French literature. History was another subject she enjoyed and could only imagine how terrifying it must have been when wars were waged. She loved prehistory too and would stare in awe at the impressive fossil displays at the Natural History Museum; nevertheless, she was grateful to live in an era where they were extinct.
Valerie ran a long finger down the page at the same time that Justin leaned toward her and thrust his tongue around the shell of her ear. Blushing, she tried to turn to give him a warning look, though her body was wired with anticipation of what he would do next. Tried because Justin slipped his hand under her skirt and between her thighs.
Her head fell back as a sure finger delved between the folds of her slickening sex, a thumb flicked at the stiff button of her nub. She pushed the book away. “My wife,” Justin whispered hotly in her ear as he continued his bold caresses. “Don’t you want me?” A smile warmed his voice. “Would you rather read than have sex with your horny husband?”
Valerie managed to tear herself away from him just far enough but without him having to retract his wicked fingers from that needy place. ”Now?” She gasped, eyes owlish with surprise. “You want to have sex now?”
Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out. She mewled at the loss but quickly quieted wh
en he plucked the top three buttons of her dress. She bit her lip as his black pupils began to overwhelm the beautiful green of his eyes.
“I thought,” he said, pausing to lick her throat and suck at the skin, “I thought we’re having sex here.”
“But now?” She practically squealed as his hand returned to the hot ache between her legs. Her eyes practically crossed in pleasure. “J-Justin, it’s - it’s the middle of the day!” Her protest ended in a strained gasp.
“So?” He murmured. He nuzzled his nose against her cheek, the arc between her shoulder and neck. He was clean-shaven now, but his jaw was already rough with a beginning stubble. He sniffed sharply. “You smell so damn good. You smell like you want to have sex with me.”
Her head whipped to the door behind the shelves then toward the windows right next to the desk. “Someone would definitely be coming in!”
“Let’s hope it’s me.” Suddenly, Justin was standing up and roughly pulling her up with him. Still trying to get her head around the idea that her husband fully intended to have sex with her in the library in the glaringly bright light of the day, she could only watch as he unbuttoned her dress. Done, he slid it off and tossed it toward the shelves. She screeched in protest, but his mouth was quickly on her, his hands cupping her small but plump breasts, fingers pulling and pinching at her nipples. The kiss deepened, causing her to fall on her back on the desk, clutching at his shoulders, her legs opening to accommodate his slim hips. She hissed as the cold buckle of his belt pressed right on her clit. Yet she thrust against it, rubbed against it. The honey dripping from her sex gave her the warmth needed to find pleasure in the act against something as cold as ice. He palmed her under her buttocks, down her thighs, her legs, guiding them around his waist. Her hands drifted to his neck, lips parting for his tongue to seek her own and caress. She kissed him back, matching his ferocity. His groan filled her mouth.
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