The Dark Scarlett

by Aven Jayce

  Sweating, I feel like an inexperienced, oily-faced, horny kid on a first date holding a gift; too nervous to go inside, listening, thinking about my breath. I haven’t brushed my teeth today, I smell, I’m a mess, and my dick’s growing thinking about her. We’re supposed to have a discussion about what happened in the bedroom this morning, but I need her now, before we talk. I can’t believe I listened to Haverty about this chocolate. James Robert Haverty. I should call him Jim Bob tonight... see how he reacts.

  Why am I so nervous? Jesus, my wife has such a hold on me. I finally open the door and step inside, the box held behind my back as I slip out of my shoes and step further into the room.

  “You said you’d be right home, and that was close to two hours ago!” she shouts, with her backed turned as she folds a pile of laundry on the dining room table. “I’m not even going to look at you, nope, keep walking, get out of this room.”

  I’m silent. She looks gorgeous in that white tank with her hair pulled back and shoulders exposed. Tight faded jeans rolled at the bottom, bare feet, and when she snaps a sheet in the air the scent of citrus body lotion drifts into my face. She’s decadent and fuckable. I moisten my lips and watch in delight... patience... I want her to come to me.

  “I won’t turn around, Cove. I know you’re standing there watching me, I can hear you breathing.”

  I smile... silence... this is such a sinister thing to do... I love it... turn around, Sophia. Look at me.

  “You asshole! Aren’t you going to say anything?” She throws a sock over her shoulder and makes an aggravated grunt from deep in her throat. I hold in my laughter. God, I love her.

  “Cove!” she yells and swiftly does an about face.

  Ha, I win. I’m driving her mad.

  “What’s behind your back?” Her curiosity piqued. She struggles to peer around my chest but I turn and counter her every move like we’re shooting hoops.

  “Come on, stop playing around. What is it?”

  She slaps me playfully in the stomach and shoulders until I decide she’s suffered enough. I hold the box before her and her mouth drops open, and not in a good way. It’s not the playful, I want you to put your dick in here, open mouth; it’s the... shit... she looks horrified.

  “What did you do?” her voice cold and low. “You wouldn’t bring home chocolate unless you did something terribly wrong. You bastard. What is it? Tell me!”

  Fucking Haverty. I knew this was a bad idea.

  “You know what? I don’t want to talk to you! Here,” she places her cell next to my ear. “Explain it to the person on the other line!”

  I hear laughter and then Haverty’s voice. “Gotcha shitstick, ha!”

  Damn. Punked in the ass. I take the cell and turn it off, then lift my wife over my shoulder and head up the stairs. She’s in a hysterical state of laughter with arms and legs flapping in the air. I hold her tightly and give her a good slap on the ass. She cries out and laughs again. Punishment. It’s time.

  I kick the second floor door open as she screams and pleads not to be thrown in the pool. She continues to giggle in extreme excitement as I hold her over the edge. I’m so fucking glad she’s happy, even if it is because I was the butt of a joke.

  “Cove please! I just showered,” she laughs.

  “One.” I start to swing her toward the water.

  “No!” her voice echoes round the room. “Please don’t!”

  “Two.”

  “You better come in with me!”

  “Three.” I toss her in fully clothed then head for the door.

  “Hey, get back here. Where are you going?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were angry with me,” I say in a sly voice. “You want me now? Hmm? Need me for something?”

  “Yes, get your ass in here.”

  I watch her slide out of her clothes and toss the heap onto the concrete. No bra, as usual, and she leaves her underwear on. Pink today, low-cut, with a lace trim. She’s so sexy and I fucking love her hair slicked back like that; it’s hotter than hell.

  She changes her tone to sweet and tender as she floats on top of the water like a lily pad. “I’m waiting patiently to be disciplined for my cruel joke. Undress please,” she says.

  Her behavior is unusual, yet welcome. She’s not asking any questions about the morning, and I’ll enjoy this break while I can. Tonight’s gonna be stressful, and I have no idea what Kaitlyn wants or what the fuck is up with my dad, but right now none of that matters. Not when my beautiful fucking wife is showing off her tits in the pool. I undress and take a leisurely stroll down the steps, giving her ample time to admire my dick. Fuck yeah; look at that grin on her face.

  “Ah, there’s my Colossus.”

  I place my arms on my hips and stand on the bottom step with my dick resting just over the top of the water. I shake my hips enthusiastically and make small waves toward her body as my shaft skims across the water. She smiles and swims toward me, looping her underwear around the length and breadth of myself.

  “I adore you when you’re like this.”

  “That right?” I respond and pull her body close to mine. My lips are on hers as quickly as her hand is on my cock, and I’m stroked under the water until I surrender a moan.

  “Yes,” she whispers. “My control over you hasn’t withered. Looks like my reprimand....”

  I fling her body upward and she lands with her legs around my thighs. The resistance from the water slows her down as I guide her around then toss her up again. She reminds me of a child who gets lobbed in the air by a parent, just to come splashing down with a slap of the water and an exclamation of delight. Only Sophia’s yelp is one of erotic bliss, and I get to enjoy her fucking badass tits bouncing in front of my eyes. What a show.

  “What were you about to say, my love? You think you won’t be scolded for planning an attack on me with Haverty?” We glide through the pool, our arms wrapped around one another, our tongues in a fight for power.

  “Maybe that’s exactly what I want. A good poke from my lover.” She takes her underwear from my dick and throws it toward her pile of clothes.

  “Careful what you wish for,” I smile. “Lean back and look at the skylight, calm yourself with the clouds in the sky, find one and focus.” Perfect. Access to her sweet tits as well as her ass. “Watch them float by, beautiful. Just like we’re floating in the pool.”

  “You sugar-coat everything when we fuck, yet I know your words don’t match the lewd thoughts in that head of yours... and I’m not talking about the one attached to your shoulders.”

  “That’s why you love me, right?”

  She laughs until I start to nudge at her ass, then her lips draw together in anticipation. “I knew it,” she says.

  “Knew what?”

  “Ow, careful. Go slow.”

  My hands grip her hips and I force my dick in her snug ass.

  “Fuck, Cove!”

  “And that, my love, is what you get for teasing me.”

  “Don’t move, give me a sec to relax or you’ll rip me apart. I said I wanted lube next time we did this, you bastard.”

  “Bastard?” I ram her again, playfully, I hope.

  “Goddammit!” She rises out of the water and places her arms around my neck. “Wait. I’m sorry,” she whispers.

  “Do you know everything you’re sorry for?”

  “Is that a trick question? You mean today?”

  Her asinine response makes me laugh. “You got two hard thrusts for the joke, but you still need a few more for paying Haverty to watch over me.”

  “Ah, he told you? He promised he wouldn’t.”

  “Come on, Soph. He’s my best friend, besides, you don’t really mind my pecker plunges in the afternoon, now do you?”

  I carry her to the shallow end of the pool where she rests on the top two steps. Her arms stretch out to either side as she leans back in the water. A few loose strands of hair float around her head in a snake-like motion. The image of Medusa enters my mind,
only my wife has a gorgeous face and I don’t believe looking into her eyes will turn me to stone. Better not chance it though, so I look at her chest instead. Luscious. I should’ve brought the chocolates with me so I could’ve eaten some off her nipples. Mmm, chocolate nips in the afternoon.

  “What the fuck are you thinking about?”

  “Chocolate nipples.”

  “I know you have a chocolate dick right now, but I don’t want it that close to my face after it’s been in my ass.”

  “No,” I chuckle. “Never mind.”

  “Oh, I get it,” she joins my laughter. “So, you gonna continue tormenting me?”

  “Actually, I think you’ve learned your lesson. I don’t really want to hurt you, Dove.” I pull out and rub the tip of my cock over her clit. “Plus, I can tell I’m not turning you on, and that’s not much fun, now is it?” What an adorable grin she has when I pay attention to her needs. I rub faster; wilder, until I’m sure she’s no longer wet just from the water. Her eyes close as I entice her with a slip inside, then I withdraw and sweep over her swollen knob again. “Tell me you want me.”

  “I do, Cove. But I want to feel your love and not this constant tease. Come closer.”

  My chest lowers and I mute her words with a quick swathe of my mouth. She tastes like peppermint Mentos, one of her favorite candies other than Chowards Violet Chewing Gum. It’s a nice flavor that cloaks my bad breath. Fresh and cool. I love how sexual she is, always considerate of the way she looks, smells, and presents herself to me.

  My tongue slows to an evil dance and glides skillfully over the top of hers, sliding around and under, then back out with a quick nibble at her lip as a delightful end to my play. She grins and wraps her legs around my hips.

  “Slow,” she says.

  “As you like it, yes, slow. Until you cum, that is. But after I feel those deep pulsations against my cock you better watch out.”

  Damn it, my fucking phone’s ringing. I’ve been shutting it off whenever I think things are gonna get heavy, but I forgot this time. Sophia glares at me then tips her head back toward the sound.

  “Get it,” she says. I kiss her and ignore it. I want her, not some cold electronic device. It stops and then starts to ring again. “Must be important, Cove.”

  “No. You’re important right now. Whatever it is can wait.” Jesus, I rarely let a call go. It’s probably my dad, and I have no qualms about ignoring him like he ignored me, and if it’s Hav, an issue with the glass, he can wait a little while as well. I need an escape... just a few more minutes... almost there.

  “Harder, rub my clit, Babe,” she requests. I lower my hips and slide against her lower abdomen. That must be the spot, right there, yep, look at her face. Her lips have tightened, her chest muscles taut, breasts engorged, such a stunning image. Water splashes out onto the concrete on the side of the pool as my brain turns off and my body takes charge; a sudden drive to make her cum. Harder. That’s what she said. I grip her hips and kneel on the second step with my dick urging forward, driving into her, my finger on her clit provoking her arousal. “Cum,” I whisper to induce a moan. There it is. Fuck yeah. My dick loves a good episode of whimpering.

  I lower and kiss her deeply, as she pushes her slick pussy onto me, and my hand caresses her tit.

  “Suck on it, suck my nipple,” she pants.

  And then I do it. The thing she loves but also hates most of all. I slow to a snail’s pace, leaving her begging and pleading for speed. Her orgasm’s approaching. I can feel her insides constricting my dick. Slow... a gentle thrust in; long glide out... her nipple sucked and bitten, her wrist braced over her head. Slow.

  “Faster,” she tries to whisper, only to lose her voice mid-word. “Cove...”

  “There we go, Dove. That’s it. Cum for me,” I demand. “Here, let me help you.” I release her arm, lean back, and pull her body close to mine so she can bounce as recklessly as her heart desires, and man does she take off. She grips my shoulders and goes on a fucking trampoline ride, her tits in my face where I love them, her ass landing on my upper thighs, and her wet hair stuck to her neck and cheeks. She’s cumming.

  “Cove, Cove,” she says softly.

  It’s so erotic, what a feeling encasing my dick, like a fucking storm spiraling out of control. My palms cover her jawline and I set my mouth back to hers, swallowing her orgasm whole while reveling in her cries. Shit. My balls just expanded like someone attached them to a pump. I don’t need to move, she’s still beating it for me. Grinding on top of me, yes... fuck, I’m close.

  I hold my breath and grip the edge of the pool in need of stability. My legs shake and tighten as she slows and I start my hammering. I’m defeated. There’s no turning back at this point, even if I stop... hell... “Oh yeah.”

  “Yeah?” she opens her eyes and licks her lips, driving me on.

  “Yes,” I gaze into the water and watch my dick slide into her sweet hole. “Yes,” I say again as the first shot fires. “I love you.”

  She clutches my ass and presses her entire body firmly into mine, and even with this embrace I’m still not close enough to this woman. I kiss her ear and cheek, being as warm and affectionate as I can. She whispers she loves me and it’s these poignant moments that make my eyes well with tears. I’m nothing without her. I don’t enjoy being away from her, or left alone. I need her.

  “You mean the world to me,” I exhale and free my shrinking cock from her body.

  “You too, husband,” she smiles. I wish she’d call me that more often. “Thanks for the chocolate by the way. That was thoughtful of you, even if it was Haverty’s idea.”

  “What would you have done if I didn’t bring any home, been disappointed?” I pant as I carry her through the water.

  “I didn’t even think of that,” she laughs. “Probably.”

  “Do you believe this will ever slow down?”

  “I told you this morning it has to, or I’ll go insane. I don’t want to hear or know anything more about my father.”

  “No, beautiful,” I kiss her forehead in a loving gesture. “I’m talking about our love-making. Our fucking has to die down at some point, right? Haverty said he and...”

  “Oh, God. Don’t listen to what Haverty has to say about sex. Alright? But to answer your question, yes. Like everyone else in this world, we’ll get old and boring, sit around and watch TV, maybe reality shows, and our highlight of the day will be a trip to the grocery store or to Walmart.”

  “Well, you took my question and changed our lives from one extreme to another. There should be a middle ground in there somewhere, right? I mean, instead of having sex daily, in a few years it might drop down to three times a week, then maybe one or two. Right? That will be the norm?”

  “Why are you thinking about this? Are you trying to tell me you’re bored?” she asks. “We don’t have to fuck all the time if you don’t want to.”

  “No, that’s not it. I think about it constantly, so much that it’s kind of scary. I’m not bored. Are you?”

  “Nope. Are you kidding?”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay? That’s it? Okay? Why did you bring it up?”

  I don’t want to talk about this, but I promised, and she’s been so fucking polite about not pushing me for info since I got home. I think I’ll be a nice guy for once and start the conversation. “I felt like I broke your heart this morning, made you cry, you know... I don’t want it to happen again. I hope I just made it up to you.”

  “It’s alright, your mother said I should get used to it, that it can happen every once in a while to some men.”

  “Wait a second, Soph. What the fuck? You told my mother about this morning? Why?” I step out of the water and grab two towels that are draped over a chair and toss one down to her. “Jesus, don’t talk to my mother about my dick, okay?”

  “But she was helpful. She said your father...”

  “Aah! I’m covering my ears. I don’t want to hear it! Shut up, Sophia.”

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p; She giggles and dries off, her body glistens as beads of water run down her stomach and legs. “I didn’t tell her you went soft, dodo brain. I only said you were distant when we made love. She made a reference to your dad zoning out, not to him losing his erection.”

  “Oh, thank God. Alright, no more discussions with my mother about sex.”

  “Cove, that’s not fair. You know I don’t have any family of my own to talk to, and your mother and I are close, more like sisters than mother and daughter.”

  She’s right. It’s hard for her being on her own and not having a lot of people around who she can open up to; must be lonely. “I understand. I’m sorry. I know you need some support and comfort from a woman now and again.”

  “Thank you,” she wraps the towel around her head and steps out of the room naked. I trail behind, with my pile of clothes in hand as we walk to our bedroom. “You are going to let me know what happened though, right? This conversation didn’t just end in the pool.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I was starting to say before you mentioned my parents.”

  “Well then, continue...”

  She slips a black tunic dress over her soft skin and slides into a pair of black flip-flops on her way to the terrace. I join her; still with just a towel around my waist, and not giving a shit since I’m gonna take a shower after we talk.

  The wind has picked up and she lowers the umbrella then stands next to the terrace railing as the breeze lifts her hair and dries it naturally. I set my arm over her shoulder and sigh.

  “I haven’t had a chance to talk to you about Vegas since I got back.”

  “I know. I’ve been good this time and haven’t pestered you with questions.”