by Bridy McAvoy
Locking the door behind her, she dropped her clutch purse on the hall table and walked through into the family room. Simon was sitting on the couch, his head back, his eyes closed as if he was sleeping, but she was sure it was an act. The room was tidy, so if he’d been drinking waiting for her, he’d cleared up after himself. Looking down at him, all kinds of different emotions welled up in her, but the overriding one was very simple. This was her husband, and nothing was going to take him from her. She moved across to the stereo and quickly selected the CD she wanted, then pressed the play button. A string concerto filled the air as she turned back toward him.
“Si, I know you’re awake.”
“I know…” He paused as he opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at her. She could see him working his mouth before managing to ask a question. “How…how was your evening?”
She and could see the pain in his eyes. “That’s not what you’re asking, is it? What you’re asking is did I get laid?”
He winced at her bluntness but took a deep breath before nodding.
“For your information, I had the opportunity. Yes, I could have, but I didn’t. In the end, I couldn’t go through with it.”
He closed his eyes again and she could see him biting his lip, almost certainly choking back a comment like Thank God, and not wanting to actually say it.
“Do you want the prurient details?”
He shook his head.
“Good, because I don’t want to tell you. I have a different plan. Suffice to say, the only thing that stopped it was me, nothing else. He was definitely willing, but he was also a gentleman.”
“Oh.”
“Stand up.”
He rose to his feet, not sure what she wanted, and she tried hard not to smile as she stepped close to him.
“Would you have been mad if I had?”
“Yes…but mainly with myself for risking losing you.”
“You big ox. It takes more than a little skirt to chase me away.”
“So you didn’t intend to…?”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t know what I planned. I might have gone through with it, but when push came to shove I knew I needed to fight for what I had, not play a tit for tat game.”
“Oh.”
“Come here, you idiot. Your wife needs the last dance—the one she didn’t get.”
Simon needed no further invitation and wrapped his arms around her waist. She lifted her arms to circle his neck and turned her face up toward him even as she melded her body against his.
“I should just confine you to the doghouse ‘til the fall.”
“Maybe.”
“Or maybe I should remind you of what you almost threw away.”
He raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of a smile lighting his lips.
“Don’t think this is forgiveness. It isn’t.”
“I know, and I am sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t enough right now. I need something else.”
“What?”
She rolled her eyes. “God, how many more clues do you need, you great ox?”
She pulled his head down to hers, and surrendered her lips to his familiar ones. As her eyes closed and her mouth opened to poke her tongue out to push between his lips, her thoughts flew back to the hotel suite. Briefly, she wondered what her friend was doing now, but knowing, deep down, the truth. Dayna would be having the time of her life with the two hunks, and was probably impaled on the cock of one of them while deep throating the cock of the other. In the meantime, she kissed her own husband.
She needed to lessen that contrast, and quickly, for her own needs were bubbling under the surface. Mia intensified the kiss, taking control, locking her fingers in the short hair at the back of his neck and holding him in place as she ground her body against him. The way her breasts squashed against his chest had her nipples hard in seconds, while she could feel stirring in his groin as she ground her mound against his thighs. His hands slipped apart, one rising on her back to hold her tight, the other slipping down to cup her right cheek. She felt wetness against her face and opened her eyes to find him staring at her, tears rolling down his cheeks.
She pulled her lips away from his, staring at his face. “Si, what’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry, honey. I’ve been such an idiot. I so, so nearly lost you.”
She smiled, blinking back sudden tears of her own. “You ox.”
“Honey, I love you.”
“I know…”
She brought her hand around to his face and slowly used a finger to wipe away the tears. “I thought strong men didn’t cry.”
She’d only seen him cry three or four times during their marriage, so seeing him so distraught was a surprise, but it warmed her heart too.
“They don’t, but I’m not strong, am I?”
Self-pity was setting in and that didn’t fit with her plans either.
She moved them across the room then gently pushed him to sit on the couch. “Wait there.”
She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was an open six-pack of beer there, four bottles gone, and the two left were perfect for her needs. She grabbed them, twisted off the tops with practiced ease and, returning to the family room, handed him a bottle.
“Drink this and calm down a little. I have plans for the evening.”
“You do?”
She nodded and smiled down at him. “Yeah. I wanted to get laid tonight, and I still haven’t been. Do I need to get you a crayon to join the dots?”
He swallowed hard and then took a swig of his beer. “I think I can manage without the crayon.”
“Good, I was counting on that.”
Mia tilted her head back and took a pull on her beer. Not looking at him, but aware he was watching her, she deliberately took the neck of the bottle away from her mouth before she tilted it back, allowing some of the cold amber liquid to spill out over her blouse.
“Oh!” She hadn’t realized it was quite that cold. “Damn!”
He chuckled, which was a good sign. She watched his face as she stooped to put the bottle down on the side table near the couch. Without saying a word, she dropped her hands in front of her, crossed them, grabbed the hem of the now soaking, and very cold top, and pulled it up. In one smooth motion it was off over her head and she tossed it aside, standing topless in front of her husband.
His mouth dropped open and she watched him force it closed. He took another mouthful of beer then put the bottle down next to hers and rose to his feet.
She could see the way his eyes were drinking in her body, and she shivered at the thought. Part of it was guilt at what had so nearly happened less than an hour earlier, but mostly it was desire for what was about to happen.
He crushed her to him, taking charge this time, his lips pinning hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as one hand held her now naked back. His other hand was between them, cupping her breast, and she could feel her nipple harden further under the onslaught, attempting to burrow its way into his flesh.
She groaned into the kiss, unable to stop her natural reaction as desire built. Her panties, already damp—if not wet—from her earlier activities, were even wetter now. His fingers scrabbled for a purchase on her nipple and, when he captured it, he tweaked it hard, making her gasp into his mouth before he broke the kiss.
“You minx. You said nothing happened, yet your breasts are already red from being played with. I can see the marks.”
His cock was hard against her belly, so she knew he wasn’t angry.
“No, honey. I said I didn’t get laid. I didn’t say I didn’t let him get past second base.”
He chuckled. “That’s an expression I haven’t heard for a while. So you let him get your top off and play? By the look of it, he enjoyed himself. I guess it’s his loss you left him with blue balls.”
She grinned. “I’m pretty sure Dayna is making sure that problem goes away, if she hasn’t managed to do so already
.”
“You were going to have a threesome with Dayna?”
She punched him on the arm. “No, you randy shit. I wasn’t. And I’m not going to discuss the details of Dayna’s sex life. I’d rather get on with ours.”
With that, she pushed him away, hard enough to make him stumble backward, the seat of the couch catching him on the back of his legs, and he fell back and sat down. Mia giggled, then, making sure he was watching her hands, she reached down and up under her skirt, grabbed the waist of her panties, and pulled them down. The rush of air to her suddenly naked pussy made her shiver but she dropped them, letting them slither down her legs, and stepped out of them. The act of removing her underwear had released her musk and she hoped he too would sense it; would smell it.
Simon rose to his feet, fire in his eyes, and grabbed her again. “You’ll have to wear this skirt again.”
“Why?”
“Because just seeing you in it gives me a hard-on, especially with you commando.”
His hand dipped below her waist and found the top of the zip on the skirt on that side. Without hesitating, he traced his finger tip down the length of the zip, pressing the inside of the metal teeth against her leg and making her shudder. Grabbing the tab, he ripped it upward, parting the zip and pushing his hand inside the opening to her naked thigh and hip. She shivered at his touch but kept her eyes on his as he reached across her stomach, his fingers searching for her thin landing strip, but finding nothing there.
“I thought you had, you minx!”
“What?”
She grinned at him, knowing exactly what he was doing.
“You shaved it all off.” He paused for a moment then smiled. “And you did it in the guest bathroom shower and then deliberately didn’t clean up so I’d find some hair in the shower tray. You hussy!”
“Nice surprise.”
“I have to see this.”
Before she could react, his other hand repeated the process with the other zip, leaving the front of the skirt as nothing more than a flap. Simon dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbing the bottom end of the flap he’d just created and yanking it up, exposing her pussy and totally smooth mound to his eyes. She couldn’t help shivering as he took his time feasting his eyes on her rather than touching or, even better, eating her, but she now had a look he’d never seen on her before. She fleetingly wondered if Teresa or any of his other secretaries had shaved this much, but as he leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her slit, such thoughts fled her mind. Her hands dropped to the top of his head, her fingers knotting in his hair as she ground her pelvis forward against his mouth. He obliged her by extending his tongue, spearing it into her, and Mia couldn’t prevent the moan rising to her lips as she opened her legs to give him better access. His hands moved to her inner thighs and pulled her outer lips apart, allowing him to press his nose against her clit while using his tongue to tease and inflame her a little lower than that.
“God!”
She let her fingers relax and then let go of his head to reach for and rip her skirt all the way off, leaving her standing there in front of him in just her stockings and heels.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
“God…yes!”
He chuckled then rose to his feet, picked her up in his arms, and carried her toward the stairs.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m reclaiming what is mine.”
“Reclaiming?”
He kissed the end of her nose but kept walking.
“My wife, and my bed. I can think of only one way to do both at the same time.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sunk her head against his shoulder as he carried her upstairs. If he was breathing hard by the time he used his foot to nudge the bedroom door open, he was hiding it well. Then she felt herself sailing through the air to land on her butt in the middle of the bed. Simon didn’t give her time to react with more than a tiny yelp as he pushed her flat and crawled between her splayed legs.
“If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it properly.”
She shuddered as he lifted her legs into the air by the simple expedient of grabbing her ankles and lifting, pulling them apart, and then pushing them back toward her. She used both hands to grab her thighs and hold herself open as he quickly stripped off his shirt, his eyes never leaving the smooth skin around her pussy, which she knew was gaping open in readiness for him. His trousers and underwear followed his shirt to the floor, and she realized he hadn’t bothered closing the drapes, despite flicking the light on with a dip of his shoulder as he entered the room.
“Hurry, I need you.”
“You’ll have to wait, minx. I have something else to do first.”
She’d expected him to drop his body across the saddle she’d created and enter her, but he didn’t. Lowering himself so his face remained between her legs, he started licking her in long slow swoops, from the very tip of her pussy, over her clit and down to the bottom. He didn’t stop there. The position she was in presented her tiny puckered sphincter to him and he licked past her slit down and across and around it, and then started back up.
She gasped at the contact. Ass play had never been a big part of their sex life, but the feeling his teasing was creating in her was massive. She tried to stay still, but failed as her hips bucked to push her pussy up toward his face, increasing the pressure and friction of his tongue against her puffy outer lips. He repeated the move, again and again, his fingers delving between her legs, spreading her lips apart and allowing him a greater surface area of wetness to lick and savor.
“God, I’ll cum if you don’t stop.”
He chuckled, the reverberation from it echoing into her cavity, and she groaned at the sensation. “I’m not stopping ‘til you cum. Cum for me, Mia. Cum for me.”
She groaned, her head thrashing from side to side as she tried hard to make the sensation last longer, but couldn’t stop herself as the feeling inside built and built. Simon kept up the relentless cycle, licking her slit, pressing his tongue against her clit, then licking back down her slit, down to and around the sensitive skin of her asshole, and then back up and repeating. As he swept back up, he started to push his tongue between her inner folds as his fingers pulled her lips further apart. She could only imagine her juices coating his chin as he lapped at them, her body starting to spasm and tremble under the onslaught, her hips bucking against his face as she strained to open her legs even wider.
The sensations overwhelmed her and she heard herself scream as her body stiffened and she thrust her hips up harder with a final movement, her entire body shaking in spasm as the climax overwhelmed her.
Her head fell back to the bed and she let go of her legs, feeling them slowly relax and lower back toward the bed. Her pussy felt bereft of attention but she was too far out of it to think too much of that, just glad to relax and luxuriate in the afterglow. Simon didn’t let her bask too long. Before she could react, he had slid up over her and his cock entered her in one big, long thrust, meeting no resistance as she screamed, an aftershock—another minor orgasm—following the major one that preceded it.
He started to fuck her, hard and furiously, and her arms circled his back, hugging his body to her as once more her legs lifted to wrap themselves behind his ass, pulling him into her with every thrust. Quickly, her passions climbed again and she moaned between pants as the pair of them climbed toward the inevitable orgasm.
She felt him expand inside her as his thrusts became ragged and, as the first blast of his jism painted her womb, she shrieked as she, too, came around him, her pussy muscles pumping every last drop out of him.
* * * *
It felt nice to wake almost cocooned in his warm arms. As her eyes fluttered open, he kissed the tip of her nose.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
She smiled into his eyes, trying not to yawn. She’d slept deeply, but they hadn’t been asleep for long—she’d kept him busy to the point of exhaustion until very
late. However, the thick log lying hot against her thigh told her he was ready again, morning wood style.
“Good morning to you. Hmm…” She stretched, knowing the catlike movement of her naked body would turn him on. “Coffee would be nice.”
“Something else would be nicer first.”
She playfully patted him on the cheek. “I’m sure it would, but coffee is a necessity, and I could do with some breakfast to go with it.”
“Oh, and what kind of breakfast would madam like?”
She giggled and threw the covers off the bed, revealing herself to his eyes as naked as she was. She pushed on his hip and rolled him onto his back then squirmed down the bed, placing her head on his stomach, her face only an inch or two above the erection her hand was already stroking.
She giggled again. “I think I’ll start with…a nice protein shake.”
Before he could react, let alone say anything, she opened her mouth and pushed her head forward, taking the first two inches of his cock into her mouth. Neither of them had showered last night so his cock tasted of the dried remains of several bouts of love-making, both his juices and hers mingling on her tongue as her saliva rehydrated them. She groaned around it, her hand already reaching for her pussy, while her other set of fingers curled around his cock, lazily jacking it as she sucked hard on it, her tongue swirling around the intrusion in her mouth.
Simon groaned, then twisted in the bed, and she felt his hands on her butt, sliding down and around, then pulling her bottom half closer on the bed so he could reach her slit and take over the duties from her hand. She lifted her right leg, planting her foot on the bed, and rotated the knee upward, providing access as his finger plunged into her.
She flattened her tongue to the bottom of her mouth and plunged further, taking him in as far as the top of her throat, trying to relax her muscles around it to take him all the way in, but the position wasn’t right, making her gag around him. Spittle flooded her mouth but she forced herself to swallow, knowing the movement would constrict her mouth around him and send further waves through him.
He groaned again, added another finger to the one pumping in and out of her, and she wiggled her butt a little closer to give him easier access.