they’d spent a weekend
in bed. A regular occurrence when they’d first gotten married. Chemistry had
never been a problem. It had been potent from day one. Something about his
wire-rimmed glasses, the lightly tanned skin covered with a scattering of
freckles, and his boyish charm had always driven her crazy. Not to mention
Anthony Fitzgerald was insatiable—both in and out of bed.
She missed some of the spontaneity they’d once had. The
absolute need to ravish each other wherever and whenever the mood struck. How
sad was it that sex had taken a backseat to work?
As Tony’s fingers continued to dance over the wireless
controller she thought about how thorough those fingers were when they touched
her. How excited they made her for hours on end while he denied her release.
While he teased the sensitive flesh of her pussy. He’d once promised to find
out just how long he could keep her on that delicate precipice where her body
sang for him.
Lifting the longneck to her mouth, she licked at a drop of
beer that had collected on the edge. The motion reminded her how fond she’d
always been of giving Tony just as much attention as he’d given her. How his
flesh tasted. How his essence tasted. How his hands would cradle her head while
she showed him such loving attention.
Her body started to heat at the thought of giving him a
blowjob while he played his video game. They weren’t shy in the sex department,
exploring their likes and dislikes with breathtaking enthusiasm. It had always
delighted her Tony was so experimental.
As she sipped her beer she thought about when they’d first
started dating. They’d even discovered a mutual interest in BDSM, though she
never would have thought so when they’d been introduced. He’d always seemed
quiet and reserved.
Tony was a Dom through and through.
He simply hadn’t known it at the time.
At first the pull she felt toward him had surprised her,
given her own proclivities toward BDSM. Submission was always something she had
done in small doses. She fit the role of Domme just fine, except when Tony was
involved. There was something about him, something that ran through his soul,
that called to her and made her want to kneel before him and please him with
everything she was.
Before they’d gotten married they’d even gone so far as to
invite another couple she knew from Element Twenty-Six, a fetish club she was a
member of, to join them in bed. Clark and Barbara had been just as interested
and jumped at the opportunity to explore their mutual desires.
Watching Tony lick another woman’s pussy had been one of the
hottest things she’d ever seen. Especially given the fact Clark had been just
as enthusiastically serving her. The two men had spent what seemed like hours
worshipping the women, seeing how many times they could get each other’s wives
off the most. The two women had even switched things up a bit and given the men
quite a show, taking turns licking each other’s pussies. While a woman’s folds
were more than a tempting appetizer, there was something to be said about
having yards of hard male flesh at her disposal.
At each occasion, for days afterward, it had been as though
she was ready to go at a moment’s notice. She and Tony had attacked each other
at the slightest opportunity. His store. Her restaurant. The car. The changing
room at her favorite clothing store. It hadn’t mattered where or when.
Despite their obvious enjoyment of the night, they’d never
extended another invitation the couple. Mostly because both of their businesses
had taken off and there just hadn’t been time to explore that aspect of their
life more. But lately they’d just seemed too damn exhausted to even talk about
anything like that. Stupid life and responsibility sucking the fun out of
everything.
Maybe it was time to change things.
Struck with inspiration about that blowjob, she set her
bottle next to his and went to her knees in front of him. She waited patiently
for