He lets out a quick chuckle as he walks close to her “You have no idea! I'm going to have a hard time focusing today. You do realize that all I'm going to think about at work is, what I want you to do to me and all the dastardly things I'm definitely going to do to you later!”
He pauses in the double doorway on his way out of the room, “Oh and I suggest you wear that new red dress I bought you to dinner tonight. I want you to turn the head of every man in the restaurant.”
I give him a salute and in my best syrupy voice, “Yes sir, anything you say.”
“That's my girl!” He hollers as he heads down the hall.
Jumping in the shower I take a quick rinse just to refresh myself after the morning's activities. I throw on a black pair of cropped workout pants with a matching top and stop at the mirror noticing how happy I look today.
I suppose if I started every morning with orgasm I would always look
“Somehow I absolutely knew you were going to say that.”“That predictable huh?”“Yes, I think most men have that same sentiment.”After a few more minutes, we are pulling into the circular drive of our Mediterranean style home. It's complete with white stucco, clay roof tiles, a large fountain in the middle of the driveway, and well-placed palm trees.This home is literally my oasis, my haven. I love living here. When I was a girl, I would admire houses of this style but I never dared dream of owning one myself. But when Marcus and I were climbing up the property ladder, I vowed I would one day get a house like this one.So, when we decided to sell our last house and move closer to the beach, I insisted we look for something that would transport me to one of my favorite coastlines in the world. When this home came up on our radar, I knew it was going to be mine without ever having stepped foot inside.Now
He leans down and with his mouth as he envelops almost my entire breast and starts to suck my nipples at the tip with a bit more force than I prefer, he slams himself in and out of me.I find my head buried further back into the downy pillows, and he continues to plow through my sex with a ferocity I've not experienced in a seriously long time. Marcus and I tend to make love. Where Ryan is forceful and determined to take what he wants.With his hands and mouth exploring me as he continues to pump, I find that despite the pleasure, my mind keeps thinking of my husband and Amelia in the other room. The only thing that brings me back is that my body has its own separate response.Due to Ryan’s manipulations, my core is already heading into my release. As the pressure builds, I sense Ryan is reaching his climax too. With one last plunge, he lets out a primal howl and then pumps himself in me in rapid succession followed by his completely coll
“Well, look who decided to come up for air.” I snap back at him.Running his hand through his tousled hair, he smiles and says, “Let me take a shower, and then I'll be ready to go with you to pick up Charlie.”I'm surprised he doesn’t have any comeback nor does he appear to want to engage in any word exchange with me.“Ok, where are our guests?” I asked him.He swishes mouth with water and he casually turns around, heading for the shower. He says over his shoulder, “They went home.”Relieved, I look up to apply lotion, and just as he is entering the shower and I let out a surprised gasp.“What the hell happened to your back?” I holler.“What do you mean?” He says as he backs out of the shower. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he examines his reflection then he laughs.“Wow, I guess that's from last night. Surprisingly, Amelia is reall
As I put the final touches on packing my bags, I make a valiant effort to shut off the chatter in my head. I keep replaying the conversation we had weeks ago about the now-infamous birthday gift. At times, I honestly cannot imagine how I kept my anger in check.Most women would have come unglued if their husbands confessed that they wanted to sleep with their best friend. I suppose given the unusual circumstances, it is to be expected. I don't have the least bit of interest in getting together with Ryan again, but it wasn’t dreadful either.So given that, I have decided I would put that dialog to rest and stop letting it fester. I cannot afford the mental number it's doing on me, therefore, my marriage. If I were able to share something like this with my mother, she'd tell me to let it go and life is too short, blah, blah, and blah.With my bags packed, I drag them over to the tiny elevator in the broad upper hallway. I love having such a decad
“Speaking of Christmas parties, I'm really looking forward to yours this year. This will be the first that I will arrive as Mrs. Mecchia. I can't wait to show off our matching ugly sweaters!” Candace gushes.“Honestly, I can't believe it's just weeks away. Thanksgiving just flew by. First, we had Marcus's birthday then his sister came to town for a surprise visit, and now here we are on this fabulous trip. No sooner when I get back, I'll go into full-time holiday mode. Hey did I tell you that this year we are going to have a scavenger hunt instead of the ugly sweaters?”“No, that sounds intriguing, do tell!” Melissa chirps.“Oh no. I'm not giving any surprises away. But I will expect you all to dress to kill this year.”“Spoken like a true fashion maven.” Andrea purrs.I look over and notice that Candace is pouting. I pat her hand and smile, “You can still wear your matching sweaters
“But why?” I protest, “If he's worth ending an eight-year relationship then he ought to be worth telling your best friend about!”“That's just it, I'm not sure if he is worth my leaving Ryan. Even though I don’t believe he was my soul-mate I wasn’t unhappy and neither was he. You know as well, that we truly did have a good thing going, but this other person sparks something in me that I can't really explain. And the sex is mind-boggling."After a slight pause, Amelia continues to say "Anyway, I know you have a million questions that you are going to put me through and you won't stop until I relent. Let me just set you straight now so we don’t have to go through all of that and end up in a wicked fight.”“Um, ok...” I said reluctantly.“So here it is...I have no intention of telling you about my new man...leave it alone. Okay?” She sounds almost chipper.I'm biting o
“Ryan! Amelia! It looks like the party has now arrived!” I say teasingly as I eye them both up and down.Amelia is wearing a champagne beaded dress with a deep neckline showing an ample amount of skin. Not to mention the hemline hits mid-thigh. Though she is barely in the foyer, she has managed to turn several admiring heads. Ryan looks dashing in a pale gray fitted suit with a darker gray pinstripe.Under the jacket, he's wearing a dark gray shirt and black skinny tie. His blonde hair has been tamed, slicked back Gatsby's style. Honestly, the two of them look like they bounced off the cover of a magazine tonight.“You sure clean up well.” I tease again. “Come in, get a drink. The food table is out back in the tent.”Strangely, Amelia only nods and smiles, I wonder just what has got her tongue. Ryan, on the other hand, spots a pal and saunters over to the bar where his friend is standing. Leaving Amelia and me by oursel
Looking in the mirror, I'm horrified by the person staring back at me. My eyes puffy coupled with dark circles, I look rough. I feel even worse.After applying a generous amount of eye cream to reduce the swelling and concealer. I finish by using far too much mascara and eyeliner attempting to create a sultry look to mask the tears. To my horror, I look like a Goth sister. Giving up, I throw my hair into a high ponytail and slip on a fitted black tracksuit.Much to my surprise, the house is perfectly clean. It's as if a cleaning crew came through overnight. Aside from a few catering items in the foyer that the caterer presumably will come back to pick up, everything is back to normal. I wish the rest of my life were that easy to clean up!The smell of coffee is wafting in the air. I follow my nose to the source in the kitchen where a freshly showered Marcus is standing at the stove just about to cook eggs. He looks up at me doing a double-take. His brow instantl