by Jaime Thorne
“I don't know where you learned to do that,” she told me, “But you're not going to get away with doing that only once.”
I smiled broadly, moving back to resume my position when she grabbed my arm and pulled me up to her.
“Later,” she told me, “I need to feel you first.”
She pushed me down to the bed and worked on my clothes, stripping them from me and throwing them into a pile on the floor. She worked quickly on me, and I was bare before long and the embarrassment and cringe in me at the sight of my soft body to her beautiful eyes made me close in on myself.
She sensed it, of course she sensed it, and as she leaned over my body and her nipples pressed on my chest she placed a gentle hand on my cheek and drew my eyes over to look into hers.
”Don't hide from me,” she told me, “You never need to hide from me.”
She kissed me hard and passionate with her need and I felt her body vibrating and aching for me, and ache that made my hard cock throb and press against her belly as she sat up and straddled me, rising so that my cock was still pressed against her stomach right in front of her sex.
“Besides,” she said, reaching down and stroking my cock a few times with her hands, “You don't have any need to hide something this nice.”
I wasn't enormous but I was above average, a fact that surprised more than a few of my girlfriends in the past. Naomi was obviously pleased, a hunger in her as she rose to straddle my cock with the head of me pressing at her sex for an instant before she bore down and took me inside of her.
I knew from my fingers that she was tight, but having her velvety sex wrap itself around my hard shaft was a revelation. I hissed with need, my hips pressing up to meet her downward thrust as I clenched the sheets of her bed in my hands and looked up at this beautiful woman as she started to move on me.
Rising and falling, her body arching gracefully as she took me fully. Bouncing and grinding on me and rising in a rhythm that threatened to overcome me. She fucked me fast, taking me fully as she moaned and trembled above me. She wrapped herself around me as I growled and reached up to her, sliding my hands up her thighs and around her back to draw her down and feel her against me.
We kissed and my hands went on a journey of her body, feeling her ass flexing as she bounced it on me, feeling her breasts bouncing with the movement of her. Feeling her tongue pressing into mine with a heady need as she moaned and clenched herself tightly around me, as my hips moved up to meet her every fall until we were soon pounding our bodies together with a frenzied passion.
“Oh god never in my wildest dreams,” she moaned, “I never imagined it would be this good. I figured you might be holding back but oh god this is something else.”
Her hand gripped my hair as her other hand dug her nails into my shoulder. When she spoke again it was a demand.
“Fuck me,” she ordered, “Fuck that cock into me. Fuck me and make me cum again because I'm so fucking close to cumming. Don't you fucking stop. Don't you fucking stop!”
I gave her everything I had, feeling my climax pushing at the edges of me. Feeling it rising within me and holding back the rush of it with every bit of strength I had.
“I'm almost there,” she cried out, her grip on me tightening, “I'm so goddamn close. Don't stop! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!”
She was clenching me tight now, her sex gripping on me and pulsing and squeezing me. I could feel her tensing as the warning sign of her release, as her voice became frenzied and the passionate and fiery woman I would come to know came out.
She pressed herself up on me, straddling me and grinding herself on me while I continued to pound up into her. Her hands flew to her body, one pressing into her breast and squeezing it while the other found her clit between her thighs and strummed it hard and fast.
“Oh fuck I can feel it!” she shouted, “I'm gonna cum! Oh god, you're gonna make me cum!”
She was furious and alive and I couldn't hold back any longer.
I grunted and spoke through clenched teeth, “I can't... I'm gonna...”
“Inside me,” she ordered, “I need it inside of me oh fuck cum inside of me and fill me up with it!”
I roared with release, my whole body on fire as I continued my relentless pounding inside of her. I filled her with my cock, again and again, my hands gripping onto her hips and holding her steady while my hips blurred with movement.
“I CAN FEEL IT!” She shouted, “OH GOD I CAN FEEL YOU CUMMING IN ME! YES, THIS IS IT THIS IS PERFECT OH GOD DON'T STOP I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!”
And she roared over the edge of her own climax, just as powerful as the one before. She trembled atop me as her body was wracked with spasms, as she tensed and flexed and bounced on top of me and then tumbled back down to earth to let me catch her with my arms.
I held her close, my hips slowing by degrees until I stopped deep inside of her. I felt her sex continuing to squeeze me, to squeeze out every last drop as our breathing returned to normal.
Naomi looked up at me and me down at her, she was staring with wonder in her eyes and she breathlessly kissed me and then nuzzled herself into the crook of my neck.
“I mean that was something else,” she mused, “You're so... So fucking... Oh god, I think... Oh god...”
Her words fell off into a cascading giggle as I held her and stroked her shoulder. I had pleased this beautiful woman and it made my heart sing. I could die a happy man at this point, but of course fate had a different course for us.
“So I'm thinking shower and then dinner,” she said, playing with the hair on my chest, “And then I'm thinking we come back here and you show me that thing with your tongue again. I mean, if you're still interested in all of that?”
She looked up at me hesitant and expectant, as if she expected me to excuse myself and step away and out of her life. As if I could have ever done that. As if I could ever turn my back on a woman like this or deny her a single thing.
I kissed her and pressed my forehead against hers, my cock which was still buried inside of her stirring to life as I rolled her to her back and began to pump my hips once more.
I kissed her lips and her neck, down to her breasts as I licked and fondled and played with them and spoke between kisses on her.
“I think another round before the shower,” I told her, “But that's the only change I'd make to your plan.”
“Agreed,” she said breathlessly, “Now fuck me my big teddy bear.”
We ordered in that night and ate in between sessions of passion. She went to the door wearing only her overalls and when she came to bed she told me naughtily about the way the delivery driver looked at her, the way his eyes bugged out at the sight of her undone and flush with passion.
I knew exactly what his reaction was, I would have had the exact same one.
Naomi, I would learn, was a relentless flirt. A woman as beautiful as she couldn't turn a blind eye to the way men looked at her and she would use that asset to her advantage when she wanted or needed it. She used it on me more than once in our early relationship, hell she was still using it right up until now and when she did I couldn't deny her a thing.
Not that I wanted to. I felt so lucky to have her in my life and ecstatic when I realized it was more than just a passing fling. When we put more and more days behind us and our relationship grew more and more serious I became committed to her and to proving to her that I was a worthwhile companion.
In a way, there was an imbalance in our relationship. I worshipped the woman and she knew it and she knew that she could do anything and get away with it. But the thing about her was that Naomi was and is at her core a good person. She loved me, she loves me, and the fact that she never took advantage of her hold over me was a testament to how much she cared for me.
Well I shouldn't say never, because the world really doesn't work that way. But we can't just jump to that point in the story without laying the groundwork first.
Dating turned into living together and that turned into proposing.
She agreed, still to my surprise even then, and we were married. The whole thing happened quickly, a year and a half total between first meeting and our wedding date, but it all felt so right and I ignored the derision from my coworkers and the fact that they told me I was trying to 'put a ring on it fast before she came to her senses' because I chalked all those ideas up to jealousy.
I knew what we had together was true and genuine. I knew that Naomi felt it too, that she loved me just as much as I loved her. I might have felt in her debt for her deciding to take a chance on me and to continue taking a chance on me as the months and then years went by, but it was something that only ever played at the back of my mind as a motivation.
And besides it made me a good and attentive husband, what wife wouldn't love that?
Our personal lives were now set in stone and joined in blissful matrimony. My professional life continued to grow day by day as the esteem my peers and profession held me in continued to grow. I was on top of the world, and it made me ache with helplessness to know that she was feeling anything less than that.
Her professional life was still stunted. The male-dominated mentality of the shops around town locked her out and she felt helpless. We didn't have the funds to do something crazy like start up a shop of her own, and though we bought a house with an enormous garage to give her a space to work I knew it wasn't enough for her.
When she told me someone had decided to take a chance on her I was ecstatic and so was she, because this wasn't just anyone taking a chance on her. It was really her dream job.
And I trusted her implicitly because I didn't have any reason not to.
In car shops, as in any industry, there are classes and groups of specialization. If you have an over the top fancy car you're not going to want to go to Jimmy down the road who solves every problem with a hammer, you're going to want to go to someone who is an expert in your machine and has the ability to fine-tune it with a delicate hand.
When she told me which shop she had gotten into I was gobsmacked. Even I had heard of them, albeit admittedly because of her. This wasn't just her dream job it was the dream place to work, the pinnacle of auto maintenance and building in the entire city.
Working there meant she would be working on delicate machines, finely crafted and expensive as all hell. Not only that but she could potentially branch out through them into specialty builds, crafting her own unique machines for the wealthies gear heads in the city and making something truly spectacular.
“That's amazing!” I told her, “I can't believe you're in there. I mean obviously you deserve it but that is just outstanding news!”
I swept her up and spun her as she squealed with delight, she'd been bouncing with excitement ever since I stepped through the door.
“I know I just can't believe the opportunity,” she told me breathlessly as I set her down, “I mean it's a relatively minor position and I'm mostly going to be just helping out the real guys work, fetching tools and watching for a long while probably but the amount I'm going to learn and oh god the cars I'm going to work on. I can't wait to start.”
I set her down and stepped back from her, holding her by the waist and looking at her deep into her eyes.
“I'm so proud of you,” I said warmly, “You so deserve this.”
“Thank you,” she beamed, spinning out of my arms and falling breathlessly onto the couch.
“I'm going to make you something special for dinner,” I said, walking into the kitchen and rummaging through our supplies, “Something to celebrate. Oh, and we'll crack open that bottle of champagne we have set aside. It's totally worth it for news this good. I can't believe you're finally in. This is it, baby! How in the world did you manage this?”
“Oh I don't know,” she said, “Luck I guess.”
At the time I'd didn't hear the note of uncertainty in her voice. I didn't hear the words she was holding back. I didn't know right then and there that she was lying to me.
It would be months before I found out.
I think in a big way I was willfully ignorant. In my mind, I chalked up her good fortune to the professionalism of a place that catered to a higher-end clientele. I figured that by skipping all of the regular shops around town she had jumped into a different category of employment, one that judged by ability rather than prejudiced based on opinion.
I should have known better. The truth is that it really doesn't matter where you go in this world that old boys club mentality persists. You can rise up the ranks to the highest boardroom but you'll still have to fight tooth and nail to get there and to keep your standing if you're not a man. The world doesn't simply change because you're on top. No one has that luxury.
Naomi was beyond thrilled by the job. She poured herself into it night and day. Days at the shop and nights spent at home reading and studying manuals and researching the ins and outs of the expensive and specialized vehicles she was working on. She became a walking encyclopedia of information on them, even mumbling cutely to herself in her sleep about the specifics of their engines and reciting facts and details that I couldn't place.
Not once did she complain. Even though the long hours of work meant that our time together was as long as either of us liked.
And even though she came home exhausted she still loved me, still showed me affection.
Our sex life continued slightly abated, but even now I sincerely think it was just exhaustion that caused the ebb in our flow.
When we made love I worshipped her and she was grateful. I kissed and caressed her body and brought her to shuddering orgasms in an endless wave like the tide crashing on the beach. She was still hungry for me, even three years into our marriage our sex was healthy and regular and just as intense as the first day we came together.
But she was drained by the job and I could see that. She was keeping up just fine and she didn't complain but her days off were spent more recuperating and our social obligations were cut in half by necessity. We didn't go out nearly as often but I didn't mind. I'd been a bit of a shut-in before her and while she enjoyed pulling me out to see movies or to hang out in bars I did those things for her, if she wanted to do less of them and more hanging around the house relaxing that was fine by me.
I can't point to any one thing that made me start to get suspicious, because I never started to get suspicious. I trusted her as a spouse and a partner so implicitly that I went along nodding with everything that she said, I followed her rules and respected her wishes because violating them would represent an invasion of privacy and wasn't something a true spouse would do.
And because some small part of me was a little worried that if I did she would see the first crack in me that would manifest and grow over time until all she saw was my cracks and flaws. Until she began to question why I was with her at all.
Even after all these years, I was worried she'd wake up one day and come to realize the truth: that she was well out of my league.
So I moved along in my life. I focused on my work and my career and let her focus on hers. I took comfort in the times we had together and didn't begrudge her the time she had to spend apart from me.
And if that makes you think me naive or a sucker then you can think that. In truth, I wouldn't change a single decision that I made.
Much in contrast to my steadfast avoidance of her work (at her request) Naomi was often at mine. Her schedule resulted in weekends spent in the shop if necessary, long days on with few and infrequent days off that often fell during the workweek. She also started and stopped her shifts at odd times, since the shop was open outside of conventional office hours to cater to clients who worked a regular nine to five. All in all it wasn't uncommon for her to be home on some well earned time off while I was in the office or in class, and on days like that it was almost an expectation that she would drop by and bring me a treat or a book or some little trinket that made her think of me.
I loved these little unannounced visits, not least because I could see the reaction of my coworkers and
fellow professors as they watched my stunning wife walk in to see me. I liked their jealousy, even if it meant I got treated with a bit more snark than usual.
We would sit and chat for as long a time as she or I had and then she'd kiss me goodbye and skip out of my office in good spirits. It was a pleasant encounter every single time and usually didn't result in any complications.
Running around with a bag full of books was an unexpected new quirk in her routine, but given the manuals she had to review it was to be expected that she would have them so she could review them whenever she had a few spare minutes she could snag and set aside.
She had that bag of books with her, frankly it was spilling over with books at this point, the last time she came to visit me and I didn't think much of it at the time. My office was also so loaded down with books of all stripe and color that I didn't even notice until much later that she had dropped one.
It wasn't until about a week later that I got out of an evening class at the end of the day to find that she'd been texting me frantically. She had lost an important manual and people were pissed, and she was desperate in her search for it and wanted to know if I'd seen it.
By this point, the shop was just about to close up for the night but I knew she'd be working after public hours were done. When she worked the evening shift she often stayed at least a few hours late and would stumble back in particularly exhausted and ready for bed in a blink of an eye.
My mind went immediately to her last visit and her bag of books, and I practically ran across campus to my office. I found it tumbled under my desk, typing out a text to her that she shouldn't worry and I'd found it and then, driven on the pure need to keep her safe, I got in my car without a single word to her about it and drove over to the shop.
I parked around the corner, not wanting to be a bother and realizing at the last moment that I was breaking her explicit rule not to see her at work. She never gave a reason for this but I figured it was to spare me from the gawking stares of her coworkers who likely knew she was married but didn't realize she was married to a man like me.