Rekindle the Flame

by Robby Mills

  “Have a good time and we’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,” she managed, struggling to keep her voice motherly. If Josh didn’t stop looking at her like that and putting erotic thoughts in her head, she’d end up pushing the kids out the door.

  Christa and Blake shot out to the car and Josh gave her a wink before following them. As soon as the door closed she ran up the stairs to the bedroom so giddy her feet barely touched the floor. Her heart raced as she flipped through the clothes in her closet. She wanted to look perfect, sexy and daring. Something different, something Josh wasn’t used to seeing her in. If she couldn’t talk sexy the way he did then she could tease with her body.

  Elly groaned. Nothing she had would work. She dashed to the dresser, opened up the drawers and rummaged through jeans. There, on the bottom, tucked away like a treasure, she found an old worn pair she hadn’t had on in over a year. Would they fit? Would they look okay? Only one way to find out. Elly eagerly tugged them out, wiggled out of her shorts and slipped them on.

  They buttoned, zipped and didn’t pinch her waist. She gave herself a thorough once-over in the mirror. The denim molded to her, hugged her thighs and ass. This could work. All she needed now, the perfect top. More rummaging ensued until she had almost everything pulled from the drawers. Nothing. Not a damn thing that didn’t scream mother of two and married for twenty-plus years.

  In a brief moment of disgust and panic, she entertained the idea of fishing through Christa’s clothes, but that wouldn’t work. Her daughter was still thin, petite and, well, young. Elly wandered back over to the closet, flipped through the hangers again until her eye caught on a simple black satin tank she wore beneath a suit jacket for work. She gently removed it from the hanger, stripped off her around-the-house tank and replaced it with the dressy one.

  It didn’t hug her body but fell somewhat loose from her breasts, wisping against her midriff with soft brushes. It even showed a slight bit of cleavage without her breasts popping out. She smiled as she checked herself out in the mirror. The simple black top complemented the worn denim that hugged her lower body and, being a blonde, made her hair pop.

  “Well, he hasn’t seen me wear anything like this for a while,” she mumbled to herself.

  Next she applied a light amount of makeup, nothing over-the-top, but more than she usually wore. A slight bit of eye shadow, a little heavier on the eyeliner, foundation and a touch of blush. Elly fished through her dozen or so lipsticks and found the perfect glossy shade of pink. After a bit of curling and spraying of her hair, she decided she looked pretty damn good. Why the hell didn’t she do this more often?

  Middle-aged mothers don’t need to impress the husband. “Shut up,” she grumbled at the pesky voice. “Shoes, what shoes do I wear?” On her hands and knees she fished through her closet and inspected every pair of shoes she owned—sneakers, flat sandals, basic, plain heels for work.

  Elly grabbed the low, black heels she bought a few months back, slipped her feet into them and made sure her jeans didn’t look like high-waters. Nope, perfect length. Okay, so she didn’t look like a forty-plus cougar prowling for a meal, but that’s not what she wanted. She was going for sexy but in a more conservative way. Baby steps.

  “Love the jeans.”

  Josh’s voice startled her. When she turned, she found him leaning against the door, his feet and arms crossed and still wearing that dangerous, hungry look that made her body melt. She smiled, did a slow turn and rested her hands on her hips. “Passable?”

  Josh pushed away and came toward her. “You have no idea how sexy you are. Do you?”

  Her gaze slipped down to his groin where his pants were bulged. Wow, just, wow. Did she do that to him?

  Josh brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek as his gaze settled on her lips. “I want that lipstick on my cock.”

  Again that throaty, dark voice sent her nerve endings into a frenzy. “I can do that,” she responded.

  “I know you can, incredibly well, too.” His hand dropped away. “I’m torn, Elly. Do I rip your clothes off now, or let the anticipation build?”

  A very wicked idea struck her brain. He’d been walking around for hours hard. She reached out and cupped his erection. “There’s something to be said for anticipation.”

  Josh groaned and rocked his hips, pushing his hard, confined cock farther into her touch. She tightened her fingers around it and squeezed, causing his eyes to roll back into his head and his cheeks to flush. Yeah, he needed some relief.

  “Take your pants off, Josh.”

  He rumbled in his throat as his hands went to the button on his pants. Elly turned, rushed into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. When she returned he had his pants and boxers off. Her breath seized at the sight of his erection standing straight out from his body. So hard and thick, ready to impale her and bring mind-numbing pleasure.

  It took a moment for her to find her voice and convince herself waiting would be the best. “Let me watch.” Now her voice sounded hungry and desperate. She handed him the towel and moved to the bed and sat.

  Josh’s nostrils flared. “You wanna watch me jerk off?”

  “Yes, please.”

  A pleased grin spread across his lips. “Anything for the lady.” His hand wrapped around his shaft, gripped tight and stroked once. “I’d like to feel your lips, baby.”

  “Oh, you will,” she replied absently, unable to look away. “Later, I’ll lick, suck and swallow until you explode.”

  Josh groaned, worked his skin over the hard length with hard strokes. “Keep talking, Elly. Tell me how you suck my cock.”

  Lost in the moment, filled with lust, she freely gave him what he needed. “I love running my tongue along that vein that stands out, teasing the sensitive part on your head.” Josh’s rhythm increased. “And when I wrap my lips around your head it’s like sucking a big, male lollipop.”

  He grunted, thrust his hips forward and continued to work his cock.

  “Do you like it when I take you all the way to the back of my throat and suck hard as I pull back, Josh? Does it feel good?” She could barely breathe, her heart and lungs were fighting to draw oxygen into her body and she didn’t care. Seeing her man do this, touch himself, bring himself pleasure, it filled her with hard lust.

  “Fuck, yes. You suck so good, baby. I love your mouth.” His balls tightened against his body. Josh used his free hand, cupped them and pulled. “I liked it when you sucked my balls. You’ve never done that before. It felt like heaven.”

  A fine sheen of sweat broke out over her forehead and between her legs electricity sizzled over her clit. “Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll do it again. Roll them around in my mouth, lick them.”

  His chest heaved and hips thrust with each harsh tug on his shaft. Pre-cum dripped from the slit in his head and Elly found herself licking her lips. She wanted to crawl over there, wrap her mouth around his head and suck until he blew.

  “I wanna fuck your mouth so bad, baby.”

  His voice grew tighter along with his body. He wouldn’t last long. Elly rose from the bed, took her time walking to him. Josh’s gaze followed her every move and still he didn’t miss a stroke. Elly took the towel and knelt down in front of him.

  “You like me on my knees, don’t you?” His hand worked his skin until it grew red.

  “Yes,” he growled.

  “You want to come in my mouth?” His breath hitched and she knew she’d pay for this later.

  “Fuck yes.”

  “No. I want to see you finish yourself.” Elly blew a warm breath over his slick head.

  Josh snarled, thrust his hips forward and unloaded. Thick ropes of cum shot at her and she caught them in the towel. The scent, the sight of him continuing to jerk his flesh, it was dirty, exotic and naughty all at once. All too soon he finished and when his body went lax and he wobbled, Elly stood and led him to the bed. With slight urging, she got him to lie down.

  While he took a moment to catch his breath and recover, she
grabbed a washcloth, soaked it in warm water and returned. Kneeling between his thighs, she gently bathed his flesh, cleaning away the remnants of his powerful release. Her body still hummed and vibrated with need. Watching him, seeing him take his pleasure, it turned her on, but right now he deserved a little focused attention.

  “That feels good,” he whispered.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “That was exciting.”

  Josh reached down, laid his hand over hers and propped his head on his arm so he could see. “You really do enjoy that, don’t you?”

  Suddenly feeling slightly sheepish, she shrugged.

  “Any time you want, Elly, just say the word. I’m happy to grant your wishes.”

  That made her smile. “Do you think you’ll have anything left for tonight? We’ve been busy the past twenty-four hours.”

  His chuckle warmed her. “Baby, I feel like I’ve been saving up for years. Don’t you worry about tonight. Tomorrow night, that might be a different story.”

  Elly moved, crawled up on the bed and stretched out alongside him. “That’s okay. Monday’s work and we’ll both need our rest.”

  Chapter Eight

  Elly sat at the outside table on the patio of the restaurant, waiting for Josh to return from the men’s room. The evening had been perfect so far. After he rested a bit, he dressed in a pair of worn jeans and T-shirt that fit tight across his chest and hugged his arms. He looked good, hot, and she wasn’t the only one who noticed. When the hostess seated them several women turned their heads and took a good long look. It dawned on her she didn’t care. Let them look, because she knew Josh’s eye would never wander.

  Funny, yesterday she ran home in a panic that Josh might be getting bored with her. Flash forward almost twenty-four hours and that seemed silly, ridiculous actually. Her confidence in their relationship had damn near tripled over them opening up to each other.

  “Here are your drinks,” their waitress said, setting down two icy mugs of beer. “Your order will out shortly.”

  “Thank you.” Elly picked up her mug and sipped. Ah, nothing beat a frosty beer on a warm evening. That moment she looked up and saw Josh heading across the patio toward their table. Once again, heads turned and several women seemed to be admiring his ass.

  “What are you grinning at?” he asked, sitting down and scooting his chair closer to her.

  “You have some admirers who appreciate what’s mine.”

  Josh snorted. “Not as many as you do, I’m sure.”

  “Stop it. We’re talking about you and how you command attention when you walk around.” He did, too. The way he held his shoulders back and his chest thrust out, what woman wouldn’t notice?

  “Every table we walked by, if it had a man sitting at it, he looked. It happens all the time, Elly. You just don’t pay attention. I’m used to it.”

  “And you love it,” she teased with a giggle. He was more than likely exaggerating, but who cared. Tonight was about them.

  “Yes, I do, because I know you’re mine and they can go fuck themselves. If they want to picture you while they’re pumping away at their wives or girlfriends that’s their business. I have the real thing.”

  “Josh!” He did not say that.

  He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s the truth. Hey, I was thinking maybe next month after the kids are done with sports and everything else they seemed to think they need to join, we should take a weekend getaway. What do you think?”

  “Really?” They hadn’t had a getaway by themselves since the kids were born. Family vacations yes, and she loved those, but not the two of them alone.

  “Sure. I was thinking we could leave on a Friday night and come back on Sunday. I’m sure between our parents we’ll have the kids covered.”

  “Where would we go?”

  Josh shrugged. “I don’t know. Think about it, do some research and see what sounds good to you. I don’t care if we stay in a cabin smack in the middle of nowhere, at least I can hide your clothes and force you to cook for me naked.”

  “Goes both ways,” she laughed. “I could hide your clothes and make you feed me.” Elly wiggled her eyebrows.

  The groan that rolled from his throat and the way his eyes seemed to spin in his head said he got her meaning and liked it. And maybe that wasn’t a bad idea, finding a secluded place. Yeah, she’d definitely check into that.

  The teasing conversation continued after their food arrived. No matter what topic they found themselves on, one of them found a way to turn it into a sexy or even dirty topic. Elly realized they’d spent over an hour eating and laughing. The rest of patrons were tuned out and if anyone overheard their conversation, who cared. God, she loved this.

  “Hey Josh, wanna step out behind the restaurant and I’ll suck your cock,” she whispered, and then drank down the last of her beer. He didn’t expect that and she couldn’t help laughing when he froze, his mug only halfway to his lips.

  It took a moment. He cleared his throat and then chuckled. “You aren’t ready for that, baby. Not yet.”

  “Oh? You could eat me out in a movie theater, but I’m not ready to give you a blowjob?” She understood what he meant and appreciated his consideration.

  “There were only four people in that theater and it was dark, babe. Look around. It’s twilight and the place is crawling with customers. I’m not sure I’m up for that yet, but, hold that thought, it might come in handy later.” He leaned over and kissed her lips. “I sure do like hearing that dirty talk come from your pretty mouth though.”

  Well, they did say the brain was the biggest sex organ. “Good, ‘cause I have a feeling you’ll be hearing more of it. Are you ready to go shopping?”

  “Look at you, eager to buy some sex toys for me to punish you with. Damn, baby. We should have done this years ago.”

  “I’m not sure we would have been ready years ago, Josh. I think this all came about at the right time.” Or did it, because that annoying voice had been chattering in a low whisper all night long reminding her she was too old, a mother and good mothers didn’t act like this.

  It seemed the more this subconscious nun tried to convince her she shouldn’t enjoy her husband and what they had together, the more she found herself determined to do just that. Yeah, that’s right, prude, keep talking and I’ll be doing him in the parking lot.

  Elly walked tall and proud next to her man as they headed out of the restaurant. More women looked and because she could, she hooked her arm around his waist and let her hand fall to his rear where she took the opportunity to squeeze his ass. Josh looked at her and laughed.

  During the ride to the store, his hand slipped between her legs, the outer edge rubbing back and forth over her already sensitive clit. He knew what he was doing and she opened her legs to give him better access. By the time they arrived in the dim parking lot of the adult store, she was wet and ready.

  This time they walked in with more confidence and when the older woman behind the counter greeted them, they both gave her a bright smile and said a loud hello. Elly let her gaze scan the walls until she spotted what she wanted. Josh’s hand rested on her ass and squeezed.

  “Go get it.”

  “What about you?”

  “I’m grabbing my toy. We’ll meet in the middle.” Josh gave her a gentle push and then headed to the other wall.

  No point in denying what she came for. Elly strolled straight for the small crop, reached out and pulled it down. As her fingers played with the soft leather at the end, she spied a plastic pack labeled Beginners Bondage. Nothing special, just straps that could be used in various ways to bind a body and she wanted it. Oh, man, did she want it.

  Already she could picture Josh trussing her up, slapping her skin with the crop, bringing every nerve ending alive. Her nipples grew hard beneath her top and ached. What he did to her today, it was hot and she wanted more. When she turned to find him, he was standing a few feet away with that dark look in his eyes. He looked at the package
and nodded.

  Elly glanced at the package in his hand and frowned. A dildo? Wow, that was the last thing she expected, but he also had another DVD as well. Now that piqued her curiosity.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “I have what I want.”

  They had a nice simple chat with the lady as she checked them out. The woman also tossed in a bottle of flavored lube and wished them a fantastic evening as they headed for the door. When they stepped outside, Josh opened the car, tossed the bag in and then shut the door.

  Elly watched him carefully as he looked around the parking lot. Only one other car was there and since they were the only ones in the store she assumed it belonged to the older woman. Josh crooked his finger and then headed for the back of the building.

  Oh, she knew what was up. Her stomach fluttered and after Josh did a quick check of the area, he pushed her against the wall and raised her arms above her head. “I can’t wait to get you home and use that crop on you,” he whispered, low and dark. “Right now, I want you to suck me. Can you do that, Elly?”

  Yes. No. She fought back and forth with herself. No one was around and Josh had gone out of his way to give her what she wanted. Finally she took a deep breath, yanked her arms down and unfastened his button. After lowering the zipper, she sank to her knees, freed his cock from his boxers and gave it a gentle tug.

  She really shouldn’t be doing this. What if a cop drove by? How would she explain to their kids they were busted for public sex acts?

  “It’s okay, I’m watching.”

  She looked around. They really were blanketed in darkness and far enough away from the parking lot someone would have to walk back here to find them. Okay, now or never. Elly leaned forward and licked his head before taking his already hard shaft into her mouth. Josh groaned, worked his hips and ran his fingers through her hair as she got lost in the moment.