“I’ll have a bacon sandwich in your honor,” Grace said, kissing him. “I’ll see you later.”
Food wasn’t on Grace’s mind—just her handsome husband and how she would go about comforting him that night. The usual fare, although fantastically enjoyable for the both of them, might not provide the distraction he needed.
Once alone in the house, Grace stood in Zachary’s childhood bedroom and looked around. She smiled at the photos of him in his footballer’s uniform. At thirty-eight, Zachary remained as handsome as he was twenty years ago when the pictures were taken. More handsome even, as time had turned him from a sweet-faced if rather rakish youth into the more chiseled, masculine adult he’d become. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe they’d made it seven years. They married under horrible circumstances—the one-night indiscretion between teacher and student, the pregnancy, losing the baby only a few weeks into their tenuous marriage. They’d done everything wrong in the beginning so that it amazed her how right it had turned out.
The picture of him playing football with his friends gave her a delicious idea. She dug through his closet, through his old clothes his mother had kept in perfect condition, until she found his old Everton football jersey. A quick run to the shop on the corner provided the other two items she’d need for the night. By late evening, she lounged on his bed, eager for him to return home.
She heard voices in the entryway and felt a sudden surge of nervousness. Grace had never seduced her husband before. When it came to Zachary, seduction was a moot point. She couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been in the mood. Seducing Zachary required nothing more than showing up.
But never before had he been in deep mourning. A small part of her feared he’d turn her down and accuse her of insensitivity. Grace had halfway convinced herself to throw on her clothes before he came upstairs. But then she heard footsteps outside the door.
Grace lay on her back and propped her legs up on the wall. Her head draped off the edge of the bed so when Zachary entered and saw her, she at first thought he was frowning.
“Gracie? Is that my old football jersey?”
“Why do they call football soccer in America?” Grace asked, crossing her legs at the ankles. She’d bought some boys’ tube socks at the corner shop with blue stripes on them. In addition to the socks and the jersey, she wore the laciest pair of knickers she’d packed and nothing else.
“I knew before I opened the door. Now suddenly, I seem to have forgotten.”
Zachary closed the door and walked over to the bed.
“I’ll teach you something,” Grace said as Zachary sat next to her and ran his hand up and down her bare thighs. “Dita told me that on Shabbat, it’s a mitzvah to have sex with your spouse. Even during shivah.”
“You’re starting to sound like a Jew, Gracie.”
“L’Chaim.”
Zachary bent to kiss her lips but Grace rolled away from him at the last second. She came up on her hands and knees and threw her full weight into knocking him onto his back.
“You don’t get to kiss me yet,” she said. “I get to kiss you. You just lie there and behave yourself.”
“I can promise to lie here until you tell me otherwise. The ‘behaving myself’ ceased to be an option when you put on those clothes.”
“Like it?” Grace straddled his hips and smiled down at him. She ran her hands down her stomach and started to lift the jersey up. But before she bared her breasts, she pulled it back down again and gave him a wicked smile.
Grace started unbuttoning his shirt. She went slowly, one button at a time, and dropped a kiss on his chest and stomach as she revealed more and more of her husband’s lean, muscular body.
She didn’t stop with his shirt. She unbuttoned his pants and freed his erection. Running her hand up and down his hard length, she grinned at him.
“This, I’ve missed.” Grace teased the tip before wrapping her entire hand around him.
“This has missed you, too.” Zachary inhaled sharply.
“Have you missed your wife sucking your cock?” Grace asked as she flicked her tongue over him.
“Grace,” Zachary breathed, half laughing. “What’s gotten into you?”
Grace grinned at him. Dirty talk in bed was Zachary’s forte, not hers. He’d often whisper his lecherous intentions to her during foreplay while she panted and blushed. This might have been the first time she’d ever said “cock” in their seven years of marriage.
“You’ve gotten into me. See?”
Grace put him in her mouth and sucked hard and deep.
Zachary gripped the sheets as his hips lifted off the bed. She massaged his full length with her lips and plied him over and over again with her tongue. His breaths came hard and fast so Grace stopped and pulled up.
“Not so fast. No coming without me.”
“A fair rule,” Zachary said, his voice hoarse with need.
Grace took a deep breath and rolled onto her back. Zachary sat up next to her.
“I await your orders,” he said.
“Your order,” Grace said, as she slid her knickers down her legs, “is to do nothing but watch.”
Trying to hide her nervousness, Grace opened her thighs and hooked her knee around Zachary’s back. She slipped her hand between her legs, spread herself open and started playing with her clitoris.
“God, Gracie,” Zachary said, digging his fingers into her calf. He loved watching her masturbate. And she loved pleasing him. But doing this in front of him, even after so many years together, still mortified her. Zachary’s chest heaved and the sight of him so aroused goaded her on. Her clitoris swelled against her fingers and she felt herself growing wetter.
“Zachary,” Grace said as she slid a finger into herself and smiled as Zachary’s eyes went wide at the sight. After seven years, it did her heart good to know she could still shock him. “I think I need to fuck you. If you don’t mind.”
“I won’t object to it.”
Zachary started to crawl onto her but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. “On your back. My turn to be on top,” she said. Maybe once a month Grace would work up the courage to straddle him and take him inside her. She loved the angle of penetration in that position but felt so exposed kneeling naked on top of him.
“I’ve heard of women like you,” Zachary said, amused suspicion in his voice. “Are you a dominatrix?”
“I’m a horny wife who wants her husband inside her. Do you mind?”
“Not a bit.”
Zachary obediently lay on his back and Grace started to straddle his stomach. At the last moment she changed her mind and turned her back to him. She’d read in some women’s magazine about the position called reverse cowgirl. Ridiculous name but apparently men loved the view. Grace faced Zachary’s feet and took him in her hand again. She rose up, positioned him at the wet entrance of her body and sunk down onto him.
Sighing with bliss, Grace took all of him into her.
“Have I ever told you how much I love feeling your cock in me?” Grace asked.
“Not in so many words,” Zachary said, his voice breaking as she started rocking her hips.
“It’s the best feeling in the world. I feel complete when you’re inside me, thrusting into me.” Grace reached down and gently cupped his testicles while she moved her hips in tight spirals. They’d never done this position before but Grace decided they might need to add it to their repertoire after tonight. Zachary panted underneath her. Now she understood why he preferred being on top during lovemaking. The power she felt to make him gasp as she inflicted pleasure on him was well worth any embarrassment.
Grace leaned forward and put her full weight onto her hands in front of her. She rocked her hips back and forth faster. Zachary grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard onto him.
Fearing the thin walls, Grace came hard but quietly as Zachary thrust up and into her. Still inside her, he rolled up and wrapped his arms around her and slipped his hands under her jersey.
“Touching your nipples,” Zachary said. “Is that not allowed?”
“Your cock’s in me and I’m wet with your come. Anything’s allowed at this point.”
“I have to say this scandalous talk of yours comes as quite a shock, Mrs. Easton.”
“Aren’t you the one who said last weekend that you wanted to, and I quote, ‘Fuck me until I forgot my name, fuck me until I couldn’t walk and fuck me until your come dripped down my legs?’”
“I said that?”
“You did. You were fucking me at the time. And I believe this may be the most I’ve ever said ‘fuck’ in my life.”
“I’m very proud of you, Gracie. Is there anything else you want to say to me? Or do to me? Or have me do to you?”
“You can kiss my clit until I come again. Just a suggestion.”
“Would I be allowed to suck your nipples first and put two fingers inside you?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I want three fingers. At least.”
Grace laughed as Zachary collapsed onto his back in a pretend faint. At moments like this she knew with crystal clarity why their marriage had worked against all odds. The sex didn’t keep them together. The laughter did.
Slowly Grace crawled off Zachary and lay on her back again.
“Forgive me, Grace, but I’m afraid I may have to reposition you.”
“Do whatever you feel is best.”
Grace let out a shocked laugh as Zachary sank onto his knees on the floor by the bed, grabbed her and yanked her hips to the edge of the mattress. His childhood bed sat low enough to the ground that her very tall husband could spread her legs, lean over her body, lift her jersey, and take a nipple into his mouth.
“My wife has the most perfect breasts,” he noted, and Grace grinned.
“Your wife’s breasts are freckled.”
“The freckles are my favorite part.”
Zachary continued to sensually torture her breasts with his lips and tongue. He kissed his way down her stomach as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his dexterous fingers.
When they married, Zachary had slept with at least fifty women. But she never experienced much jealousy when she thought of his past lovers. They’d taught him well and now she reaped the benefits. Zachary’s head pressed between her open thighs and he took her clitoris between his lips.
“Do you like tasting yourself in me?” Grace asked as Zachary’s tongue pushed inside her. “I’ve always wondered that.”
“Very much,” Zachary said as he pulled his mouth from her and slipped two fingers into her. “I suppose it’s a caveman male possessive instinct. It’s my semen inside you and no one else’s.”
“Your semen, your cock, your tongue, your fingers…no one but you ever.”
“You’re welcome to tattoo that on your inner thigh.”
“It’s written on my heart.” Grace came up on her elbows to meet his eyes. “Good enough?”
Zachary didn’t answer at first. He reached out and cupped her face with his hand. “It’s perfect.”
Grace’s heart fluttered.
“I love you, Professor Easton,” Grace whispered.
“I love you, Mrs. Easton,” Zachary answered. “Now lie back. I’ve only got two fingers in you and I believe you demanded three.”
“At least,” she reminded him.
Grace relaxed onto her back and stared at the ceiling as her husband opened her wider. They’d never done anything more than three fingers on occasion. Slim and small-boned, Grace’s body was naturally tight; in the beginning, it took a couple of weeks with a very patient Zachary before she could have completely pain-free intercourse. But tonight she felt wild and wanton and wanted to try everything they hadn’t done before.
Zachary spread his fingers apart inside her and Grace whimpered with the flash of pleasure mixed with pain.
“You know what would really help here?” Zachary asked. “Lube. Wish we’d packed it.”
Grace slipped her hand under the pillow.
“Here. Bought it tonight. I mortified the poor teenage clerk. I suppose he can’t imagine what an old married woman needed with lubricant and boys’ tube socks.”
“You’re twenty-six and stunning. He’ll probably masturbate every time he sees a pair of tube socks for the rest of his life.”
As Grace laughed, Zachary applied the lubricant to her vagina. Suddenly three fingers fit inside her perfectly.
“That’s amazing,” Grace moaned, her back arching.
“Does it hurt at all?”
“None. Can we try another?”
“You are insatiable tonight, aren’t you?”
“You can’t imagine how much I’ve missed you inside me this week. I respect shivah. I do. And I’ve felt so guilty. You’re grieving and I am, too, but I lie next to you and think about how much I want you to make love to me.”
“You should never feel guilty about wanting me to make love to you. I don’t care if I’m on my deathbed and the world is burning down. Understood?”
Grace smiled at the ceiling.
“Understood.”
Zachary opened her up more as his fingers probed inside her. She flinched as his knuckles grazed her G-spot, gasped as he went deep enough that she felt his fingertip against her cervix. He pushed a fourth finger into her, as his thumb made tight circles on her clitoris. Grace’s heart raced. Her inner muscles tightened. She came hard around his hand buried deep inside her.
“Grace, I have to fuck you,” Zachary said. “Please.”
“Fuck me till I forget my name,” she said. “And yours. Whoever you are.”
Laughing, Zachary stood up and put his knee on the bed beside her hip. He started to push inside her.
“Wait. Not like that,” she said, stopping him.
“How then? I will stand on my head and fuck you if you want me to.”
Grace reached down and found the lube again. She held it up and stared into her husband’s eyes without saying a word.
“Are you sure, Gracie?”
They’d never done anal before. Zachary had done it, of course, but Grace had never worked up the nerve to try it with him. She knew he wanted to. There wasn’t much in the bedroom that Zachary didn’t want to do. But tonight she wanted to show him with her body how much she loved him. This seemed the perfect time to try.
“Yes.”
Zachary nodded and pulled his shirt off as Grace rolled over onto her stomach.
She breathed slowly and listened as Zachary finished undressing completely.
“Don’t tense,” Zachary warned, as he slipped two wet fingers into her. “Relax and tell me if it hurts.”
Grace nodded and closed her eyes. She felt Zachary at the tight entrance of her body. He pressed in slowly, thrusting gently. Zachary’s fingers gripped the sheets by her face. Grace reached out and wrapped her hand around his thumb. Groaning softly, he twined his hand into hers and pushed in a little harder.
“Please stop me if you want to,” Zachary said and Grace could hear the hunger in his voice, the desire to never stop.
“No. It feels strange. But I do like it.”
Zachary slipped his other hand under the jersey she still wore and caressed her back as he moved in her. She did like this new unusual way he filled her. And she felt so wicked lying on her stomach, her sock-clad feet hanging in the air. But the best part was Zachary, the way he breathed so hard, how desperately he held her hand. He thrust a few more times and came inside her with a throaty gasp.
Carefully, he pulled out of her. She tossed him her knickers and he used them to clean the lubricant off. Now completely naked, Zachary stretched out on top of her and kissed her mouth, teased her lips with his tongue, and held her so tightly to him she could scarcely breathe.
Grace started to say something but a soft banging sound from the next room down interrupted her. A bang followed by a moan. Zachary�
��s eyes brightened with quiet laughter.
“What is that?” Grace asked.
“Aaron and Dita.” Zachary slipped his hand under her jersey to cup her breast. “She’s rather enthusiastic, isn’t she?”
“If we can hear them, does that mean they heard us?” Grace asked, flushing with embarrassment.
“After your last orgasm? I’m absolutely sure of it.”
“Oh, god. Your brother’s a rabbi,” she reminded him.
“Don’t worry. Remember,” Zachary said, pushing her legs open with his knees. “It’s Shabbat and we’re married. This is a mitzvah.”
AFTER THE MASSAGE
Kay Jaybee
Flicking a stray lock of red hair out of the way, Jess pushed her mobile harder against her ear as she marched along the high street. Her heart thudded against her chest as she waited for Lee to answer. At last Jess heard a muffled click, telling her he’d put his phone on hands-free listening. Without giving him the chance to speak, she blurted, “Where are you?”
“About seven miles from town. Why?”
“Well, I need you at my place. Now!” Jess kept her voice low as she weaved her way along the busy street. “I need your hands, your mouth and your cock.”
“Fuck, woman, I’m driving!”
“Then drive faster, I’m horny as hell here.”
Lee couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s got into you?”
“I just had a massage.”
“So? Frank’s always giving you a massage.”
Jess stopped marching, and, sheltered in a secluded shop doorway, trying to calm her racing pulse, replied, “It wasn’t Frank. He’s got a new assistant, Ali. Oh hell, Lee…”
Lee eased his foot off the accelerator; suddenly Jess had his undivided attention. “A male Ali, or a female Ali?”
“You should have seen her. Hot or what!”
Checking his transit’s mirrors, Lee increased his speed, and overtook everything he safely could, making a beeline for Jess. “A hot woman?”
“I knew you’d like that.” Jess licked her dry lips as she recalled the unexpectedly eventful hour she’d just spent. “I sure did.”
Jess smiled to herself as she began to walk again, taking the most direct route home. She could hear the new husky edge to Lee’s words as he asked the inevitable question. “What did she look like?”
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