by Hamel, B. B.
We chat a little bit more about nothing, just small talk, before I eventually head back home. Dad sees me out and hugs me, which is out of character for him. Not that he’s a distant man at all. I grew up knowing my father loved me more than anything else in the world, even if he wasn’t a big hugger or anything like that. It’s just, he’s normally a reserved man, normally keeps it all inside.
This situation is really messing with him. I’ll have to make sure to be careful going forward.
I take the Uber home and let it drop me off at the house. I head inside and look around at the unfamiliar space. I have the insane urge to throw away all the art and stuff lining the walls, but I push that away. I live here now, but that doesn’t mean I get to redecorate or move his stuff.
No, I need to wait for at least a few more months before I start doing that.
So I clean instead. I just fall into a frenzy, doing anything to keep my mind off the way my father fought back tears. I clean the kitchen, the downstairs bathroom, and move up into the bedrooms. I do my own bedroom, the other guest room, my bathrooms, and I pause outside of Josh’s room.
He’s my husband. I shouldn’t be worried about cleaning his room. I mean… I need to get used to this. We need to feel comfortable around each other, or else it’s all going to look so fake.
So I head inside. His room is surprisingly tidy. There’s nothing on the floor, only a few loose things on his dresser. I dust and vacuum and clean his bathroom, not being shy about poking through his medicine cabinet, which doesn’t have anything interesting inside of it. When I’m done, I open up his closet and look at his wardrobe.
A person’s closet is intimate. It’s all the stuff they want to hide away from the world, the stuff they put on their bodies, the clothes they wrap themselves in. Clothes are like armor, but a modern sort. It presents a certain image to the world, and that can be a protection in and of itself.
Josh has a lot of suits and formal wear. It all looks tailored and expensive, so I don’t mess with it at all. I kneel down and open a shoebox, and find a pair of black dress shoes, perfectly shined. I open another box and frown in surprise.
Pictures. I pull a few out and start to smile.
Pictures from his childhood.
They’re older pictures from when he was a kid. There’s his mother, his father. There he is when he was just a little boy. I laugh a little bit and try to envision what it would be like to grow up with Josh in that world. I can’t really see it, even though my own childhood wasn’t so different.
I put the shoebox away and place it gently back on top of the other.
When I’m done, I head downstairs and start on dinner. I’m not much of a cook, but whatever, can’t hurt.
Josh comes home right at five. He pushes open the door and sweeps inside, shutting it behind him. I smile and lean against the counter. “Hi, honey,” I say.
He stops in his tracks and stares at me.
I know what he’s looking at. I’m wearing a low-cut tank top and a pair of short shorts. His eyes roam my body and my heart skips a beat as he takes off his bag and drops it on the floor with a thud.
“Hi, yourself,” he says, tilting his head. “What have you been up to?”
“Visited my dad, cleaned the house.”
He raises an eyebrow. “And is that dinner cooking?”
“I thought I’d try being a good little housewife today.”
He laughs. “I don’t expect that, you know.”
“Good. Don’t get used to it.” I make a face. “I didn’t go to Harvard so I could clean your bathroom and cook your food.”
“Damn. I bet they have a great program for that, though.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. He heads into the kitchen and takes a beer from the refrigerator. He opens it and takes a long sip before tilting his head and looking at me.
“You’re wearing the ring,” he says.
I look down at my finger. “Yeah, well. I thought I should get used to it.”
“I like it.”
“Really?”
“I do.” He smiles and shrugs. “Makes me feel like…”
“Like I’m yours?”
“Oh, I already feel that way. The ring just makes it more official.”
I roll my eyes again and he laughs, taking a long drink.
“Don’t get used to any of this,” I say. “I’m sticking around, but I don’t know if I want to play your nice, obedient wife.”
“I don’t need obedience,” he says. “Just you.”
“Good line.”
“What’s for dinner?”
I grin at him. “Short ribs.”
“No shit?”
“You paid for it.”
“Good.” He takes a deep breath. “Smells amazing.”
“I’m glad you like it. You can thank Google for the recipe.”
“Good old modern technology.” He looks at me for a long moment before tilting his head. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
He puts his beer down. I lean back against the counter and he steps closer to me. “Did you like playing housewife?”
“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging. “It was work, I guess.”
“Cooking, cleaning… but when you were doing it. Were you thinking about me coming home?”
I bite my lip and shrug, looking away. “Maybe. I might have considered it.”
“Tell me what you were thinking.” He stops right in front of me and tilts my chin toward him.
“I was wondering if you had a hard day at work… and if I could do something to make it easier.”
“Interesting.” He tilts my chin up toward him. “And how do you think you can make my life easier?”
“Josh.” I let the word escape my lips like a moan. He moves forward, but he doesn’t kiss me. He presses his mouth against my ear.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers. “Go ahead, and I’ll stop. But we both know why you’re doing this. We both know what you really want.”
“Oh, god,” I groan as he grabs my hair and pulls my head back. I stare into his eyes before he finally presses his mouth against mine and kisses me.
His taste floods my mouth and my blood races through my body. God, yes, I can’t deny it, this is what I wanted. I need him, so badly I didn’t even realize it until this moment. I’ve been daydreaming about him all day, his body running through my mind, his lips driving me wild.
I can’t tell him to stop, he’s right about that. I can’t and I won’t, because I’d be lying to myself. I need this, need it so bad it makes me moan.
He grabs my hair tighter, kisses me longer, and I know I’m not going back.
6
Josh
I let the kiss linger as my hand moves down her body. I kiss her neck again, then her chest, the tops of her perfect breasts exposed and gorgeous under my lips. She lets out another moan that drives me wild with lust and need. I grab her hair tighter before pulling her tank top off. Her black bra barely covers her large breasts and I kiss her neck as I unhook it.
She lets her bra fall forward. “This is dumb,” she moans as I lick her nipples, sucking them softly, making them nice and hard.
“I don’t think so.”
“It’s dumb. We should… Oh, god… we shouldn’t do this. I mean, it’ll complicate things.”
I kiss her for a long moment, teasing her breasts, before I take off my own shirt. She leans against the counter staring at me, her beautiful breasts heaving with each deep inhale. I let her look at my muscular chest, my ripped abs, and I tilt my head. “Tell me if you want to stop. But I’m taking what I want.”
She bites her lip and I step up against her again. I unbutton her jean shorts and tug them down. They fall onto the floor and fuck, she’s so beautiful, her long, lean legs drive me absolutely insane. I kiss her breasts as my right hand slides down between her legs. She gasps and I kiss her again, biting her bottom lip just as I spread her pussy with my fingers, feeling her soaking spot.<
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“Oh, that’s good,” I whisper in her ear. “That’s very good. You’re dripping wet. I knew you would be. You can pretend like you think this is a bad idea, like you think we shouldn’t, but your cunt’s not lying to me, Maggie.”
I kiss her hard and her response is swallowed in my kiss and her moans. My fingers find her clit and I roll it around, teasing her, driving her wild. I love the way her back arches against me, her smooth skin, her perfect breasts. My heart’s racing and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
She pushes away from the counter, throwing herself at me. I stumble backwards into the refrigerator. It shakes and a magnet falls off as she kisses me, her hands moving down to unbuckle my belt. She takes it off, tugs down my pants, gets them off. Her hands stroke my shaft over my boxer briefs and I bite her lip, grab her hair, hold it tight in my fist. She gasps, back arching, and I lick her pink nipples.
“This is a bad idea,” she moans. “You know it just as much as I do.” She reaches a hand down my boxer briefs and wraps her fingers around my shaft. “Oh my god.”
I laugh and kiss her. “Maybe it’s a bad idea. But it feels good, doesn’t it?”
She drops to her knees and takes off my boxer briefs. I grab her hair and groan as she strokes me. “Feels good,” she says. “Feels really good.” She uses both hands to stroke my massive cock.
“Look at you, down on your knees in the kitchen. What a good little wife.”
She gives me a look then sucks the tip of my cock hard. I growl and grab her hair, pushing her down. My cock slides into her mouth then into her throat, going deep. She gags and groans then sucks me faster.
“You like getting down on your knees,” I say. “Fuck, you’re so sexy”
“And you like me down here,” she counters, stroking me with both hands.
I tease her breasts than grab her hair and kiss her. I pull her up to her feet and turn to the side, pushing her against the refrigerator, pinning her there. Two more magnets drop down onto the floor.
“Spread your legs,” I order. “Spread them wide for me.”
She gasps and moans as she does it. I reach my hand around her hip and find her gorgeous clit. I rub it nice and slow before I kiss her neck and pull her hair. I press my cock against her ass then spank her nice and hard, leaving a red handprint on her cheek.
“Shit,” she says.
I drop to my knees, spreading her wider, and lick her from behind. She gasps, surprised, and her fingers curl against the refrigerator door.
I tongue every inch of her from behind before sliding two fingers deep inside. She gasps as I fuck her with them. I spank her ass hard with my other hand then stand up, grabbing her hair, bending her back toward me. She moans with my fingers buried between her legs, deep in her soft, wet cunt.
“Beg for it,” I whisper. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please,” she moans, wiggling her hips. “Please, take me. Take whatever you want.”
I groan my delight. “Every inch of you is mine. Say it.”
“I’m all yours. Every inch.”
“That’s right.” I lean closer, whispering in her ear. “I possess you, Maggie. My beautiful little wife. You’ll do whatever I want… when I want. You’ll stay in bed all day, dripping wet and waiting for me. I’ll come home and fuck you deep, rough, fill you up, take you like an animal. I’ll leave you moaning for more, filled with my cum.”
“Yes,” she gasps as I press my cock against her dripping cunt. I slowly sink myself inside of her, and I let out a low moan.
She’s so tight, so warm. I fill her every inch, stretching her out, taking her deep. I grab her hair and start to slide myself deeper and deeper before pulling back. I spank her ass and her back arches as she turns around to kiss me.
I kiss her back and fuck her slow. I let her get used to my thick cock, let her get used to a man taking her. I push her tighter against the refrigerator door and more magnets drop to the floor in a clatter. I fuck her harder, making the whole door shake, as my cock pumps in and out of her tight spot.
“Oh my god,” she moans. “Oh my god. Josh, keep going. I didn’t know… I didn’t know…”
I spank her hard and fuck her rough. “You didn’t know it would feel so good to have me fuck you?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Oh, fuck.”
I kiss her over her shoulder and take her faster. I love the way she feels, the way she moans. I slide myself out and turn her around. She kisses me, desperate for more, her hands grabbing at my shaft. I lift her up and put her down on top of the counter. She leans back against the cabinets then wraps her legs around my hips.
I slide myself deep inside of her, grabbing her hair. I fuck her right like that, fuck her nice and deep. I kiss her chest, lick her nipples, and take her.
“You feel so fucking tight and good,” I growl in her ear. “Filling you up, taking your body, it’s heaven for me. Goddamn, girl, how do you feel so good?”
“Keep going,” she moans, moving her hips, rolling them against me. I fuck her faster, deeper, taking her like an animal. A bead of sweat rolls down her chest and I lick it, tasting salt, before sucking her hard nipples. She gasps and grabs my hair as I slam myself deeper inside of her.
“You’re going to come on this big cock,” I say. “You’re going to come for me, my little wife, my delicious girl. I want to watch you come on my thick cock, cream all over it, and when you’re done, you’ll lick yourself off my thick shaft. You’ll do that, and then I’ll come in your mouth. You hear me?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, god, yes, keep going, keep talking.”
“You want to hear about me fucking your little mouth, coming deep in your throat? Or how I’ll spank your pretty little ass rough and hard, make you tell me how much you love it, how bad you’ve been. I’ll be hard on you, little wife, I won’t hold back. I’ll make you beg and moan and finally come all over my thick shaft, come again and again. You want that, you dirty girl? Come for me, fucking come for me.”
She gasps and her body stiffens. I don’t stop, I keep going, I fuck her faster. I reach down between her legs and rub her clit as I fill her pussy and she comes, fucking hell, I can feel her come, her body shakes and tenses, her back arches, her moans fill the kitchen as I take her tight little cunt.
She finishes and leans forward, kissing me hard. She pushes me back then drops down off the counter. I watch her get on her knees, the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. She licks herself off my cock and sucks me wildly, her whole body writhing as my cock slides down her throat. She pumps me with her other hand and I know I can’t last long. I grab her hair and hold it tight as I groan her name.
I come in her pretty mouth. She sucks me dry, swallows every last drop. When she’s done, she smiles up at me. “Shit,” I whisper. “Good girl.”
I kiss her for a long moment. We stay like that, naked, sweating, both of us breathing hard.
“How’s that for being a good wife?” she asks.
“Not too bad.”
She grins at me. “You loved it.”
“You did too. Let’s not pretend like you didn’t just have the best orgasm of your life.”
She shrugs and pulls her clothes back on. I watch her, admiring her body, the way she moves. I put my underwear on, then my pants.
I knew it from the moment I saw her. I knew she’d be delicious, gorgeous. I knew it the moment I first kissed her, and I’ve been dreaming about how her cunt would feel wrapped around my thick shaft.
And she lived up to my dreams… lived up to them and more.
She felt perfect, ideal. She felt like heaven. Her moans, her skin, the way she writhed and groaned.
But most of all, the way she sucked my cock and cleaned me off without a second thought.
“I wasn’t kidding about dinner,” she says. “Short ribs are in the crockpot. I’m just happy we didn’t knock it off the counter when you were… you know.”
“Fucking you senseless?”
“That�
�s one way of putting it.”
I laugh. I move to kiss her, but something stops me. She smiles, tilts her head. “What?”
“Nothing.” I turn away and grab my beer. “Let’s eat together in a few minutes. I have to finish something up.”
“Sure, sounds good.”
I glance back at her. She has rosy cheeks and she’s practically glowing with sex, and fuck, she’s beautiful. I grin and shake my head.
I don’t know how I got into this, but I’m glad I did.
Not only is she going to save our companies, she’s going to make me feel incredible while she does it.
I head upstairs to get changed, a smile on my face the whole time.
7
Maggie
My mind’s still on Josh taking me in the kitchen as we drive along the Schuylkill Expressway. I stare out the window, a little smile on my face, unable to help myself. It’s a nice day and I have a pleasant ache between my legs where his enormous cock slipped deep inside.
“What are you thinking about?” Josh asks, looking over at me.
I shake my head. “Just how good those short ribs were last night.”
He laughs. “Yeah, I bet.”
“Oh, come on. They were amazing.”
“Can’t deny that. And the sex was good, too.”
I roll my eyes and I’m still smiling as I look out the window again.
We head north up through the suburbs and into a small community called Newtown. The little downtown area is adorable, with shops and restaurants lining either side. He pulls down a side street, taking another right, and we end up on a residential lane. He parks in front of a large house with white columns in the front, the stone facade weathered but beautiful.
“So,” he says, turning off the engine of his black sedan. “This is Elizabeth Gulp’s home. She’s expecting us right now, so don’t worry that we’re just showing up at her house.”
“She’s a board member?”
He nods. “Used to run a bunch of charities in the ‘80s and became good friends with my dad, which is how she ended up investing and on the board.”