Ethan stood in the doorway, looking at Kerry her as she bent over
the dresser, checking her make up. His gaze swept over her, head to
toe and back again, taking in her stockings and the black lace slip
hugging her curves. Kerry most definitely had curves, ones that
made his hands itch to run along them, skimming the ridges and
lingering in the shady places.
“We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry,” he reminded, glancing
at his watch and giving her another appreciative once-over.
Two years, and he still could not believe this incredible creature
actually belonged to him. How did he get so lucky? She always
appeared radiant to him, and he could not imagine that inner glow
ever fading. He imagined her as an old woman, frail and weakened by
time, but still shining, illuminating all around her. And still
running late to everything.
Kerry’s thoughts ran along the same lines. Her husband looked so
handsome in his denim shirt and khakis, tie slightly askew and dark
blonde hair slicked back. Who would have thought a blind date
would lead to such a happy marriage? The chemistry between Ethan and
she began the moment they both occupied the same space. After two
years together, it still crackled between them. Beneath his
scholarly demeanor beat the heart of a consummate lover, one that
set her own heart pounding in response.
She tossed her rich chestnut curls over her shoulder and turned to
Ethan. “What do you think? Should I wear it up, or down?”
“I think your clothes would look great down around your ankles, but
everyone else at the party might look at you funny.” Ethan replied.
Kerry shot him a stern look, betrayed by the playful sparkle in her
eyes. “I meant my hair, silly!”
Unable to resist, he crossed the room quickly. He wrapped his arms
around her and bent his mouth to touch hers, not caring she just
applied lipstick. His tongue slid into her mouth as it opened
easily. She always opened her mouth to him, becoming softness and
melted chocolate in his arms. She sighed and pressed against him,
wrapping her arms around his neck and enjoying the stroke of his
tongue against hers.
Ethan broke the kiss abruptly, turned her around and lightly whacked
her bottom. His hand lingered for a quick squeeze before he stepped
back. “Get a move on, woman!” he ordered. “There will be time for
all this later.”
Kerry turned and glared at her husband. His smug, self-satisfied
smile did not hide the hungry gleam in his eyes. He wanted her as
badly as she wanted him. Given a choice, Kerry knew Ethan would
much rather stay at home and play poor man’s polo than go out on a
cold, drizzly late February evening to attend her parent’s dinner
She knew that look he now gave her. It held smoldering promises of
everything he wished to do to her when they got home, all of it
chiseled in marble and gleaming in his eyes. Well, she could make a
few unspoken promises as well.
Strolling leisurely to the closet, Kerry pulled out her new red wool
dress and slid it over her head. She took her time, making each
move deliberate and sinuous so the dress fell just so, accentuating
the important details of her figure. Once in place, she turned to
her husband with her sweetest, most innocent smile and offered her
“Zip me up?” she cooed, in a breathy, Marilyn Monroe voice.
His warm, deft fingers deliberately brush the soft skin of her back
as he reluctantly slid the zipper into place. Kerry shivered with
delicious anticipation, hoping temptation would work its magic on
him. But Ethan only took her hair and let it fan out across her
back. He cleared his throat and took a step back. She bent her
head to hide her amusement. Ethan had a vested interest in
attending this dinner party. Her father, the Professor, invited
several of his academic cronies including the recent chair of the
School of Mathematics. Kerry knew Ethan hoped to obtain tenure this
year, securing his position at Rockland College.
Kerry moved to the dresser and removed her favorite necklace from
its jewelry case. She held it out to Ethan, holding her hair up so
he could fasten the clasp. He reached around her, breathing in the
scent of her hair, the warm undertones of her own scent teasing his
senses. He pressed a brief, open-mouthed kiss to the nape of her
delicious neck, eliciting more shivers and a soft whimper of need.
Kerry tried to lean back into him, keep him pressed against her.
She could feel the molecules of their bodies intermingling and
pushing them to make the blending complete. Ethan, however, turned
her towards the door.
“Shoes, darling,” he ordered gently, reminding her that this evening
did not belong to them yet.
Kerry made a production of searching for her shoes. She looked in
the closet, and of course, they were not there. She got down on her
hands to look under the bed, making sure to give Ethan a nice view
of her cleavage as she did so. She pulled one shoe out, then looked
up at her husband. Her hair fell over her shoulders, brushing the
tops of her breasts as they strained to the point of popping out of
her tight bodice.
Ethan felt his mouth parch. She looked so desirable, so completely
fuckable at that moment it was all he could not to join her on the
floor and make full use of her position. He maintained his tenuous
grip on his self control, however. Kerry scooted away from the bed
and stood up, holding one shoe in her hand.
“Maybe the other one is on the other side,” Ethan offered
helpfully. He watched as his wife stood up, giving him a glimpse of
her stocking-clad thighs as she did so. He felt his groin tighten.
Rather than walking to the other side of the bed where Ethan could
not see her if she knelt, Kerry chose to lean across the bed, her
hands flat on the mattress and her bottom wiggling enticingly above
“I can’t quite see…” she muttered, and crawled onto the bed.
She lay on her stomach, her legs splayed out behind her and her head
off the opposite side. The tops of her lacy garters peeked
invitingly from beneath the hem of her red dress. Ethan stood for a
moment, watching his wife wiggle her ripe ass as she scooted along
the length of the bed, ostensibly searching for her shoes. Which
each movement, her dress rose higher and he soon saw the lacy red
thong. Or rather, he saw what the lacy red thong did not cover.
Unable to resist, his hand reached out and stroked the warm, firm
mound of her readily displayed bottom.
Kerry chuckled to herself. She could almost hear the wheels in her
husband’s mind turning. She glanced back over her shoulder and gave
him an angelic smile. “In a bit of a quandary, my dear?”
“As if you didn’t know!” he shook a warning finger at his bewitching
wife, who began to sing softly while wiggling her ass.
“Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go
now? If I go there will be trouble…If I stay it will be double!”
“Oh, bloody hell!” Ethan groaned and then threw himself on the bed,
rolling Kerry beneath him. “Did anyone ever tell you that you are
far, far too desirable for your own good?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers into his
hair and mussing it playfully as she arched against him. “Why yes,
actually. This very handsome and completely edible gentleman
whispered those words in my ears just last night!”
He smiled and slid an exploring hand up her thigh. “He was right.”
Kerry’s legs opened as his palm stroked upwards. His fingers
brushed lightly against the thin fabric of her thong, teasing the
thatch of curls nesting beneath. Her breathing quickened. Ethan
brushed his lips against the curve of her neck, pausing occasionally
to dip his tongue into the scented hollow of her throat. He knew
exactly where to nibble and where to tease, reducing Kerry to
shivering ash. His hands stayed busy as well, unzipping her dress,
unfastening her bra. When she lay beneath him in nothing more than
her stockings and underwear he turned his attention to her thong.
One finger slid into the waistband, playing with the elastic and
brushing a knuckle against her hipbone. The other hand traced
intricate designs across the lace at the junction of her thighs. He
felt the growing dampness through the papery veneer of lace. The
heat rising against his fingertips brought with it the sweet musk of
his wife’s arousal. No aphrodisiac invented could match the effect
this had on his own body. In moments he was hard to the point of
physical discomfort. Still, he felt the need to give back to Kerry
a bit of the torment she inspired before bringing them both ultimate
relief. He bent his head and licked the edge of lace resting in the
crease of one thigh. Kerry whimpered and he chuckled wickedly.
Moving to the other crease, he licked a leisurely path across her
mound, biting the lace and rubbing it against her with his chin.
Kerry moaned beneath him, her hands clenching the bedclothes. Just
when he knew his wife was on the verge of commanding him to cease
his teasing and get on with it, he moved. He slid upwards slightly,
nipping and licking across the plane of her stomach to the thin
elastic strip anchoring her thong in place. Using his teeth as
combination scissors and seam ripper, he bit the garment in two.
Placing small kisses back across the same trail to her other hip, he
completed his plan of destruction. He delved his tongue lightly
into her belly button before grasping the top of her useless panties
in his teeth and pulling them from beneath her. Kerry leaned up on
her elbows, feigning annoyance.
“Hey you! Those were brand new!”
Ethan pushed her back down. “You have far too much underwear. I’m
just trying to help you get rid of the ones you can’t wear anymore.”
She giggled, loving how he could make her laugh and make her come
and make her fall in love with him all over again, all in the space
of a few minutes. With two of those items already accomplished, she
beckoned him closer to complete the one remaining. Ethan, however,
had other plans.
He stood up and unfastened his belt. He unbuttoned his pants
slowly, enjoying the expression on Kerry’s face. He knew she
expected a good tongue lashing. His previous exploration all but
promised her this. Instead, he slid his pants over his hips and
let his briefs follow suit. His hard length peeked out from the
tails of his shirt and he hiked up the hem before falling between
his wife’s open legs.
“Ethan!” Kerry cried as she realized his intentions bore no
resemblance to the promises his teasing mouth made earlier. “What
do you think you’re doing?”
He grinned down at her, capturing her mouth in a quick
kiss. “Saving a little something for later!”
He swallowed her argument with his open mouth as he kissed her
again, more thoroughly this time. His tongue explored the depths of
her open mouth as his cock strained to explore the depths of her
open sheath. She tilted her hips and he slid in easily, relishing
the way she gripped him. No matter how many times or how many ways
they came together, he always marveled at their custom-made fit. He
pulled back briefly, then plunged in again, letting her whimpers
slide into his throat the way her hands slid over his back and hips.
Her body grew slick. Her back arched and her hands grew rough,
tearing at his hair, his skin. Ethan loved her wildness, the way
she swept him up, drowning him in her velvet sea. Their mouths
tangled, tongues dueling for supremacy and each grateful to
surrender. He quickened his pace as she began to cry out, her
pleasure evidenced by her increasing tightness. Ethan loved this,
too; loved getting lost inside of her. He relished the roaring
storm of lust that pounded them both. In its grasp they became a
unified ocean of sensation, one taste, one touch, one body, one
soul, one heart. Kerry’s legs wrapped his own and he pulled them
over his shoulders. She screamed as he drove deeper, another wave
of pleasure racing through her. Headlong into the storm he plunged,
and as lightning danced behind his eyes he let loose his own torrent
inside her waiting depths.
It took time for them to break the surface, for two separate people
to emerge from the tide pool of their union. Kerry opened her eyes,
and Ethan smiled at the love floating in her gaze.
“You do realize we’re never going to make your parent’s party on
time, don’t you?” he whispered, smoothing her hair from her cheek.
“Yes, and its all your fault!” she accused, a mock frown drawing her
“MY fault?” Ethan laughed, “I wasn’t the one wiggling my ass in a
blatant attempt to inspire lustful deeds!”
“No, but you readily availed yourself of the offered temptation!”
He tried to stand up, but Kerry caught hold of his tie and pulled
him back down on top of her.
“What are you doing? How do you intend to explain our tardiness to
your folks if you keep this up?”
Kerry ignored his protest and began unbuttoning his
shirt. “Darling, haven’t you ever heard of ‘fashionably’ late?”
Ethan paused for a moment and grinned down at his naughty wife,
lying so warm and willing and unbelievably tempting beneath
him. “Point taken,” he murmured, claming her mouth once more.
Lashed together, they waited for the incoming tide and the exquisite
drowning yet to come.