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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 party. 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 back.

“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 it.

“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 eyes together.

“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.