by Cherie Denis
“You’re staring, darling. Is my make-up smeared?” Lainie asked.
He grinned and picked up his wine glass and she picked up hers. Mike touched his glass to hers. “To us. I love you.”
“And I love you,” she replied. Something was bothering him. What could it be? Her nature dictated she demand an answer, but patience won out for a change.
She was rewarded when he leaned closer and whispered, “There seems to be a slight flush of excitement blossoming across those lovely breasts of yours, darling. Am I right in thinking you want me?”
Lainie took a sip of wine and nodded. Sexual tension had her strung tighter than a live wire. If he accidently touched her, she’d explode.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered.
Heat spread across the tops of her breasts and suffused her whole body. “No.”
“Tell me you want me, darling, and I’ll lay you across this table and take you now.”
“Oh…” Lainie’s hand began to tremble and the wine in her glass sloshed. She placed the glass carefully on the table. “Mike, you shouldn’t say such things in public. You know very well I need you high and hard inside me. If you take me now, what do you think the staff would say?” She smiled. “Not to mention all the other customers? And, let's not forget the police.”
“Do you want to find out what would happen?”
“Stop it, Michael. Please behave. We don’t have long to wait, do we?”
Mike chuckled. “You’re right. It won’t be long at all before I’ll be inside you.”
Lainie lifted her glass to her lips and watched with great interest as Mike pulled a slender box out of his inside jacket pocket. Her eyes followed the lovely black and gold box as he placed it on the table in front of her.
“What’s this, Mike?”
“A minor trinket for Valentine’s Day, darling. I’m sorry I can’t give you what you truly desire and I want you to know if I could, I would.”
Lainie gave a nervous laugh and picked up the box. “What have you bought me now, darling?”
“You’ll have to open it to find out.”
She ran her index finger over the intricate gold design emblazoned on the black velvet. Tears shimmered when she raised her eyes to meet his. “Oh, Mike. Sometimes you bring me to my knees with your thoughtfulness.” She brushed at her tears and continued. “I'm a lucky woman. What did I do to deserve you? You're not only a wonderful, thoughtful lover, you're a true romantic."
Fingers trembled slightly as she tugged the gold ribbon free and opened the box.
A slight gasp left her lips.
A penis…her husband had bought her a tiny, delicate gold penis.
She stared reverently at the delicate gift. “It’s beautiful, Mike. I'm almost afraid to touch it, for fear I'll leave a fingerprint on it." She smiled and a tiny dimple touched the corner of her lips. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Mike stood and moved behind her chair. “Let me put it on you.”
“People are staring, Mike.”
“Let them. All they’ll see is a man who loves and desires his beautiful wife.” He bent and gave her a tender kiss on the temple. “I’m the lucky one. You are truly special. I don't know what I'd do without you in my life.”
Tears threatened to fall as she handed him the necklace. She lifted and held her hair out of the way allowing him to fasten the clasp at her nape. He draped the slender chain over her neck and she settled the gold and diamond charm so it hung straight.
She let her hair fall back in a dark waterfall over her shoulders. Lifting a finger, she ran it lovingly over the glittering surface of the charm. Like him, it was slick and hard. Unlike him, the gold penis was cold. Mike was always hot. Steaming hot and smooth as silk.
Mike returned to his seat and stared at her breasts.
A nervous laugh threatened to erupt, but Lainie stifled the urge. “What?” she managed to ask.
“Nothing, I like the way the necklace leads my eye to your breasts. Although, I think I’ll have to purchase a longer chain. I think I’d like to see the charm resting between your breasts when we make love.”
Lainie looked down at her cleavage and imagined herself nude with the tiny cock between her breasts and could only nod in agreement.
“So, you like it?”
“Oh, yes. It’s a wonderful gift Mike, I’m very touched. You're always more than generous and sweet, but this is the most romantic, thoughtful gift you've ever given me.” She smiled and continued to rub the delicate penis as though memorizing every minute detail of his present.
“God, you’re a beautiful woman,” he whispered. “I can't love you any more than I do at this moment. I wish I could give you the world, but all I can give you is a golden cock.”
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“I know you think having a cock would be the answer to your prayers, Lainie. But, darling you’re wrong. Having a cock is a great responsibility. It would only take one day of heavy fucking for you to understand what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”
Lainie smiled. “I think you’re wrong, Mike. But, I don't want to argue with you about it. Tonight is too special a night for an argument." She looked into his eyes. “I will assure you, if I had a cock, I would use it to the fullest potential.”
He shrugged. “I’m not going to argue about it either, Lainie, because there will never be a way for you to find out.”
His words hurt. He was right; she would never find out in this lifetime what it would be like to have her own penis. Maybe in another life...
Lainie leaned closer to her husband. “Mike. I have a gift for you, too.” She reached down under her chair and pulled her purse onto her lap. From the cavernous depths she brought out a familiar box. “I think you’ll get a kick out of this, darling,” she said.
A broad smile spread across his handsome face as he took the elegant, black and gold velvet box from Lainie’s hand. “What have we here? I hope you didn’t get me a necklace just like yours.”
Lainie chuckled, “No…but its close. I think you’ll be pleased.”
Mike opened the jeweler’s box and gasp. There, nestled in the black velvet, was a beautiful, masculine chain. Laser cut in a diamond pattern, the bright gold reflected the flickering candlelight every time he moved the box. He lifted the handsome chain and surveyed the charm dangling from it. He cupped the charm in the palm of his hand and turned it over.
Oh, God. Was it what it looked like? The charm was a beautifully sculpted labia and a tiny delicate clitoris. She’d given him a perfect, gold, miniature cunt. And, holy shit, there nestled amongst the feminine folds a diamond sparkled.
“Lainie…” he said holding up the gift. “What can I say? It is one of the most sensuous gifts I’ve ever received. Thank you, darling, it’s a ten, the same as you.” Mike carefully laid the necklace on the table and took Lainie’s hand in his.
Running his fingers over the back of her delicate hands, he gazed deep into her eyes.
“I think it’s time we went home…don’t you?”
Lainie shivered. “You have plans for us?”
When Mike nodded she stood, tucked both empty gift boxes into her purse and waited for him to hold her coat. She slipped her arms into the sleeves, turned and gave Mike a soul searching look.
“Should I be worried, darling?” she asked softly.
He chuckled. “Absolutely.” The one thing on his mind was how long it would be before he was high and hard inside her. “Absolutely…you’d better be very worried.”
“I can’t wait,” she murmured and walked away.
Mike scooped his lascivious gift from the table and dropped it into the safety of his shirt pocket. He placed his hand firmly on the curve of Lainie’s slender back and ushered her to the car.
While the car warmed, he pulled her into his arms and dropped his mouth over hers. The kiss quickly went from a soft touch of lips to a kiss which threatened to i
gnite the interior of the car in a conflagration of smoke and fire.
As always, she melted under his ministrations. Within seconds, she was twining her tongue with his in a sensuous dance as old as time.
Mike’s hands quickly found and cradled her breasts. The fine cashmere fabric only served to heighten the sensuality of her unfettered breasts. He’d spent the whole evening enjoying the gentle sway of her breasts as she sipped her wine and ate her meal. In fact, the evening had been an exercise in control and his control was nearly at an end.
There was something terribly decadent about her near nudity all evening. He’d been aching to take her in his arms and touch her all over. Now, here in the dark interior of their car, he could wait no longer.
There was no worry he would offend her by making love to her here in the parking lot of the restaurant, because in truth they were both sensualists. Always looking for the next erotic experience, the next exotic location. Although, the front seat of the car was hardly exotic.
They’d made love in far more exotic places than the car. Like the time they made love in the glass elevator riding to the top floor of the hotel in San Francisco or the time they couldn’t wait one minute more and had slipped into the changing room of a fashionable boutique in L.A. They had caused a bit of a stir when Lainie let out a howl as he slid into her tight cunt. He’d clamped a firm hand over her mouth, but it hadn’t been in time and the clerk had threatened to have them arrested if they didn’t leave the shop immediately and never return.
The fact they were forbidden from entering one of her favorite shops was a sore subject with Lainie. She would mention returning to L.A. to shop and then remember she was no longer welcome in the boutique and her Latin blood would make itself known. She always blamed Mike.
He always reminded her, she was the one who'd screamed.
Luckily the argument never lasted long, and to make it up to her, he would take her to New York for a long weekend instead. All was well after a trip to the Big Apple.
Mike’s mind emptied when his fingers found the hard beaded peaks of her nipples. He squeezed gently and Lainie arched against his marauding fingers. Lips still touching his, she groaned and whimpered.
Her hands were equally busy. Fingers found their way down the front of his slacks and soon were tugging and yanking at the fly of his trousers trying to get a purchase on the tiny zipper tab hidden in the placket.
There was no ignoring Lainie’s touch as she continued to run her fingers up and down the length of his arousal in her struggle to find the evasive tab. He wanted to stop her, but, then again, the throb of his cock, and the ache in his balls were so exquisite he couldn’t bear to end the torment quite yet.
Lainie moaned in frustration when her fingers couldn’t grasp the illusive zipper tab. Her frustration soon became his and they were groaning and writhing against each other like eels in heat.
Eventually, Lainie seemed to give up on her efforts to unzip his trousers and instead she seemed content to run her fingers up and down his shaft, measuring his length and breadth through the fabric of his trousers.
Mike’s hips lifted off the seat as his cock surged and grew.
“No more,” he managed to growl against her lips. “We have to stop before it's too late.”
Lainie protested with a whimper. Mike relented and brushed his lips softly over hers one last time.
“No, darling…not here,” he said with a shake of the head. “I don’t want to spend the night in jail simply because we got caught fucking in front seat of our car. We’re going home and finishing this like civilized adults.” Then he laughed. “Who knows, we might even make it to our bed sometime tonight.”
“No, Mike. I want you, now. Fuck me,” she begged pressing her body against his in an overt invitation.
“Darling,” he protested weakly when she finally managed to loosen his zipper.
Sure fingers curled around his cock and Mike gasped at the sensuous touch of her skin on his. He managed to grind out a weak, “no,” but not much else as she traced the length of him. An even weaker, “stop,” made no difference. She ignored his plea and ran a finger over the crest of his cock, spreading pre-come over the head.
Mike managed to clasp her fingers in his. “I said stop, Lainie. I do not want to go to jail tonight because you can’t wait.” He pushed her away gently, but firmly, but she didn’t let go of his penis. She ignored his pleading and brushed her soft fingers over the crown of his cock spreading more pre-come until her hand was slippery and his cock was throbbing for release. Her fingers curved around his cock forming a tight tunnel and his hips rose and fell with each stroke of her hand.
She was killing him.
No, she was going to make him come.
Oh, God. Oh, shit.
His balls tightened and heat curled through his groin.
It would be so damn easy to let her finish this. Too damned easy.
“Stop,” he growled, grabbing her hands in his and nearly damaging his cock in the process. “We have to stop…now, Lainie!”
He lifted her fingers to his lips. “We are going to wait. It’s only a short way home. We really can’t afford to get caught with our pants down.” His voice was rough with desire.
Eyes glazed, she frowned and shook her head, struggling to free her hands. “No, I need you, Mike. I need you now. Let me…let me…”
Again, he lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss in the palm. “No. We’re going home.” He gently urged her back into her seat. “Now buckle up like a good girl and we’ll be home soon.” Looking down at his lap he realized his exposed cock was still stiff and full. It hurt like hell stuffing everything back into his trousers, but somehow after a bit of a struggle, he managed.
Lainie hung her head and refused to meet his gaze forcing Mike to put a finger under her chin. “Give me one more kiss for love and luck,” he urged.
Her kiss was cool, but not for long. Soon, he had her melting against him. “One more kiss to hold you until we get home,” he murmured against her lips.
“One kiss won't be enough, and you know it,” she sulked. “I want to do it right here. Right now,” she insisted licking her pouting lower lip.
“Mmmm?” He looked over his shoulder and backed out of their spot. "I think I've been spoiling you too much lately."
“No way. You’re being so selfish. You know if I had a penis…I would share it. All the time.”
“Now, where have I heard that before? I know, darling,” he said with understanding. “But, think about it…if I don’t have a cunt, what good will it do? There you would be with a penis and nowhere to use it and me with a penis, too. Doesn’t sound like fun to me– two throbbing cocks and no hot, wet cunt to slip into. Sorry, honey. I'm just not into doing guys.”
“Oh, hell. It never entered my mind.” Lainie turned toward him and rested her left knee on the seat. If she’d been nude, her slick, wet cunt would have been open to his heated glance. “That does present a problem, doesn’t it?”
Not really. After all, she didn’t have a penis, and never would have one. Mike grinned. “I’m glad you agree.”
“Mike,” she whispered.
He negotiated a tricky turn, bringing the car smoothly down the sharp bank of the interstate ramp and didn’t answer her until he was merged with traffic. “Yes, darling?”
“I was thinking…”
Oh, God. Every time she said she was thinking it was usually about sex or his cock. “What?” he queried.
“Never mind.” Her delicious lips formed a moue.
Damn the woman, she was adorable when she pouted. She knew it drove him to his knees. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he gave his voice the proper penitence. “What was it you wanted?”
“Nothing. Everything. Just a penis,” she whispered turning toward the passenger window.
Shit. He hated it when she was unhappy. “Lainie, darling, I love you with all my heart. You are my soul-mate,” he put a hand on her thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. �
�Look at me, darling,” he commanded in a deep husky growl.
Lainie turned, but refused to meet his eyes and Mike was ashamed when he noticed a faint silver tracery of tears sliding down her beautiful face. Damn it, he couldn't stand it when she cried.
“Lainie…I love you with all my heart,” he repeated, knowing this time she would listen. “I don’t mean to hurt you. You believe me, don’t you?”
She nodded, swiping at her tears.
“Lainie, you have to know I would give you the world if I could. But, darling, I can’t give you a penis. I can buy you almost anything, but not a cock.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her sharp nod and continued. “I share my all with you as often as I can, but, honey, you have to understand…I’m not seventeen any more. I wish I was, but, fuck it all, I’m not. I’m thirty-five, and thrilled I can make love to you as often as I do.”
“I know,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry I keep bringing it up.” She picked up her purse and searched for a tissue. “Surely, there’s a solution to our problem out there somewhere.”
She didn’t understand. No matter how many times Mike tried to make her understand, she just wouldn’t or couldn’t grasp the fact she would never be a man nor would she ever have a cock. It simply wasn’t possible. And, no matter how hard he tried to satisfy her sexually, he could feel her pulling away mentally. He was going to lose her if he couldn’t find an answer to their dilemma soon.
Chapter Seven
Monday morning Mike celebrated life the same way he did every morning since his marriage to Lainie. The only thing different was the way they greeted the dawn. Today, they stood in front of a window watching the sun rise while Mike took Lainie from behind.
Curtains thrown back, Lainie leaned against the cold window, her climax striking just as the sun crested the horizon.
Later, they ate a leisurely breakfast at the kitchen counter, and by eight o’clock, they walked out the backdoor arm in arm toward their respective cars. They stood next to Lainie’s vintage, candy-apple red Firebird and stared deeply into each other’s eyes.