Stress Relief

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Christie felt herself melting back into Matt as he kissed her neck,, feeling their nakedness melding together with his arms around her. She hugged his arms as he squeezed her.

Twisting her head around, she kissed him, then murmured "I guess we'd better get to bed then so it doesn't wear off too soon!"

She slid his hands down her body to her hips, and holding them there led him out of the bathroom and through the house to their bedroom. Pulling him up against her again, she bent over against him to pull the covers down before climbing in bed holding one of his hamds against her hip still.

Lying there cuddling, she was more relaxed than she'd been for years. Yet it still took her longer than normal to fall asleep, and she actually awoke earlier than normal-and fully refreshed. Matt was still asleep, judging from his breathing. Still asleep, and still holding her. She lay luxuriating in the complete loss of the tension her body hadn't realized it was holding for what felt like hours.

Feeling the urge to relieve herself, she slipped out of bed careful to disturb Matt no more than possible. She padded to the restroom and performed the necessary functions, then moved silently back to the bedroom where she watched Matt sleeping for several long moments. The sun was barely slipping onto the bed, not enough to hit either of them were they both still lying there, but would soon be on her pillow.

Rather than just slide in and snuggle until the sun made it hard to stay in place, she decided to wake her husband up. Cautiously climbing beneath the covers with her head at waist level, she searched with her face for Matt's member. It was soft, hanging down from his pelvis to the fitted sheet beneath. She slicked along it's length, then used her tongue to hook it and pull it into her mouth. Rather than give him a full on blowjob, she just held it there, her tongue occasionally slowly caressing it and allowing it to slowly grow as she both licked and swallowed.

 

[susurrus]

Christie was just turning all my expectations of her on their heads. I figured she'd want to - no, insist - she clean up before bed. Being a nurse, she's usually pretty fastidious about her hygiene. I get it. After a shift at the hospital, I can understand wanting to wash off any little nasties that might want to hitchhike home with her. That she wanted to keep the remnants of tonight's adventure a while longer went against that. It was just her and me on her, what did she have to be afraid of? Besides, in my current state of mind, she was definitely the hottest woman I could imagine.

I followed her out of the bathroom with my hands exactly where she'd placed them, and made sure to keep them in contact with her the whole time.

When we got to the bedroom and she bent over to get the covers ready, I wished I could have stepped back a little so I could get a glimpse of her pussy peeking out. It's a view I never get tired of.

I followed het into the bed and while my cock got hard again while we laid there, there was no raging fire to be put out. Previously, cuddling had the tendency to get a kind of annoying after a while, especially when I was raring to go and all she wanted to do was do nothing but hold one another. Now, with the events of the evening replaying in my mind, I was content to just be there with Christie.

I couldn't remember falling asleep, but I was awakened by the incredible sensation of a mouth holding my cock.

Morning was beginning to filter into the room, but instead of Christie's face, I was met with her hips and legs protruding from under the covers. Well of course they were: the other end of her was tucked under the covers and was patiently letting my cock harden between her lips...

Well. Hell, while she was down there, I had that same bit of her readily accessible, so I lifted her top leg and buried my face in Christie's still pretty messy pussy..

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt was almost fully hard in her mouth when she felt him stir, then pull her leg up and his tongue probing between her folds. She gave a soft moan of pleasure, then began to suckle in earnest. Her tongue swirled around the fleshy head of his penis, then snaked over top her lower teeth as she sucked more of him into her mouth to the point of just triggering her gag reflex. Twisting her head from side to side, she pulled back off slowly, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum.

Once he was out of her mouth, she slowly licked down one side and back up the other before opening her mouth wide and slowly sliding him in as far as she could, coming off again just barely touching him. She then licked up the top side, then back down the bottom side. This time when she came back up, she sucked hard as she took him back in her mouth, trying to swallow once he was buried as far as she could to try and get him deeper.

As she teased her husband, he kept teasing her. Their activities combined with the covers were causing her to get too warm, so as she pulled them off from them she rolled atop her husband, her hips astride his face. Sliding her hands from their position beneath her breasts, she used one to begin stroking him in opposite time to her mouth actions.

 

[susurrus]

Christie's pussy was really funky, what with the fact that she'd been dripping wet most of the night before, then had taken a couple loads of cum from me. After a lick or two, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to keep doing what I was doing. However, once she nearly deep-throated me a couple times, I lost myself in her oral ministrations, and my squick factor began to fade.

After a little bit, I was going at her pussy with as much gusto as she was going at my cock. Every once in a while, I tried to mimic what she was doing to me as best I could. It didn't really matter. She was having fun, and I know I sure as hell was.

Then, Christie managed to push herself up on her hands and knees, which just urged me to follow and go on my back.

It'd been a while since we'd had a sixty-nine, but I sure wasn't complaining. It'd been even longer since we'd done this with Christie on top, so this was a great treat.

When I once again felt her mouth on my hard-on, then felt fingers wrap around the base, I reached up and pulled her funky, fabulous pussy down to my waiting mouth once more...

 

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Christie hadn't been expecting Matt to reciprocate with her, but she enjoyed his attention. She just wanted to show her appreciation both for the preceding months, and evening. She didn't even know if he'd be able to ejaculate again, but knew he enjoyed getting head from her regardless. Especially if she swallowed.

Christie did her best to ignore the pleasure Matt was giving her and instead tried to focus on what was in her mouth. Having made it grow there, she didn't need her usual practice strokes to get past her gag reflex, so repeatedly took all of his length in until her chin was resting against his stomach. Holding there a moment, she would swallow then come off and swirl her tongue around his shaft before going back down.

Still, she couldn't help the increasing tremors running through her body at her husband's ministrations...

 

[susurrus]

I'd forgotten how distracting 69 can be. However, the distraction was just edging my horniness up, so that I thought less and less of the mess my face was in, and just thought of the pleasure I was giving my wife, triggered by the amazing head she was giving me.

Before too long, my attention was split between the incredible sensations I was feeling between my legs, and the attention I was giving between Christie's. It made me even hornier when I felt her body building to orgasm from what I was doing. The fact just made what she was doing to me that much more intense. It'd been a long time since I'd cum first thing in the morning. I definitely wanted to give Christie a mouthful of cum, hopefully around the same time she came in my mouth...

 

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Christie noticed Matt's testes swirling more often within his scrotum, and noticed the taste of his precum getting stronger. She knew he was getting close, so became more aggressive in her oral attack.

Meanwhile, the tremors in her own body were getting stronger. Matt's tongue lashing had intensified, and she felt herself leaking in anticipation. Suddenly, with Matt lodged fully in her throat, her body betrayed her attempts and spasmed in pleasure. Her hips ground against her husband's face, intensifying the sensations in her groin.

 

[susurrus]

Oh my god. Christie finally came, gushing her orgasm into my mouth and all over my face. It wasn't a squirt, not quite, but there was a lot of it.

I wrapped my arms around her ass to hold her in place and just relaxed into what was happening at my cock. It only took a few seconds and the crazy pleasure she was giving me dropped me over the precipice.

With Christie's cum practically drowning me, I started to unload in her mouth...

 

[fnchristie81]

With Matt deflating in her mouth after she'd yet again swallowed his release, she became aware of how slick his face was between her thighs. Embarrassed, but feeling more relaxed than normal in the morning, she rolled off him amd nuzzled into his shoulder. She pulled the covers back over their nakedness before snuggling closer to him. She ground her pelvis against his hip, her leg going over top his bady, her breasts pushed against his side.

Suddenly, she felt silly and naughty. She smiled at the side of his face before kissing his jaw line, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

"Good morning husband," she said cheerily. "What's on your devious agenda for today?"

 

[susurrus]

Wow. What a way to start the day. Relaxed as hell following a tremendous cum, the taste of Christie's pussy in my mouth, I really didn't want much of anything for a while. Her hot, soft curves close against me, I replied:

"Well, considering that's the way I've wished every morning could start since we got married, a part of me says, 'You've accomplished your goal for the day.'

"Unfortunately, while I know you're off work the next couple days, I've got a little work I need to finish before I can devote my time to you. Should only be a couple hours, but I really need to take care of it first."

Christie always got two days in a row off, but it rotated as far as which days they were. Those days seldom meshed with my schedule, but I was usually able to manipulate things by putting in a little extra time here and there, so we could typically have something resembling a "weekend," even if it fell somewhere besides Saturday or Sunday.

I started caressing her face, then let my fingers make a slow track down her side, over the swell of her breast, to her hip, then back up.

"After that, I think maybe a trip to get you some more interesting lingerie. When I was putting together your outfit last night, I had to dig pretty deep into the back of your drawer to find that thong. Since we proved you have the body to once again fit into the dress from your cousin's wedding, I think getting you some underwear that celebrates that more than granny panties is in order."

 

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"...considering that's the way I've wished every morning could start since we got married, a part of me says, 'You've accomplished your goal for the day,'" rang through Christie's mind, and she made a silent vow to wake Matt up that way on all her days off. Surprising to her, the idea was actually arousing and she involuntarily ground her pelvis against his hip. Of course, it didn't help that he was tracing his fingers over her naked body, from face to hip repeatedly.

She listened to his apology about having some work to do, but it fit with her plans to go for a run and clean up. It wasn't an uncommon occurrance for their days off, and even though she'd often retreated to other projects she appreciated Matt's efforts to adjust his schedule to adapt to hers.

Then Matt mentioned going lingerie shopping. Christie rolled so that she was half on top of him, folding her arms beneath herself and propping her chin on hands that were resting against his shoulder.

"So just because I dropped a few inches, you feel the need to tart up my wardrobe?" she asked, a teasing smile curving her lips and gleaming in her eye. "It seems someone would prefer a more slutty woman than the staid one he married."

She slid her body the few inches up his needed to kiss Matt's chin, then winked and whispered, "I might be able to work on that if you want." Another kiss, this time on his lips, and Christie rolled out of bed. "But first you have work to do." Wiggling her bare rear end at him, Christie winked over her shoulder at Matt, who was still laying there and watching her.

She turned and rummaged through the dresser, finding her other thong, as well as running shorts, a sports bra, and socks. Putting them all on, she paused at his side of the bed.

"I'll make myself scarce for a bit so you can try and concentrate better," she winked, then leaned down for another kiss before heading to put on her running shoes.

 

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Returning from her run, Christie found Matt in their home office, a frown of concentration running across his brow. Rather than bother him, she went to take a shower. After getting cleaned up, she dressed in a tank top , the thong she'd put on earlier that morning, and another pair of running shorts.

Moving from the bedroom to the kitchen, Christie fixed a plate of fresh fruit, then made a mental note to pick up more pineapple while they were out. She' d heard rumors about it's effect on semen and rationalized that even if they weren't true, they'd still end up enjoying it anyways.

Bringing the plate to Matt, she found that the concentration had waned somewhat and that now instead he was rapidly clicking through things on his screen. Leaning over, one hand brwced against the edge of the desk, she laid the plate at his elbow.

 

[susurrus]

I liked Christie's days off, because even when she didn't wake me like she had the last couple days, she often snuggled up to me for a couple minutes before getting up. Up until recently, it hadn't led to anything, but it was nice to just have some semi-intimate contact with her, since I wasn't getting anything else.

She wasn't at all surprised I had work to do. Like I said, her time off and my weekends seldom happened at the same time. I always did what I could to work ahead so I'd have at least part of those days to spend with her, though.

The tone of her voice when she brought up my lingerie comment was far more amused and flattered than angry. It was good, because I meant it as a compliment.

"Is there anything wrong with my wanting the sexiest woman I know in clothing that I feel accentuates it?

"And what man doesn't want a slut in the bedroom? If he drags that out partway into public once in a while, it's more a 'looky what I've got and you don't' kind of deal."

Then, to her admission that she'd "work on" being "sluttier..." "if I wanted." I felt my cock begin to harden as I replied, "Oh, I want, trust me."

Christie gave a glance to my growing cock and gave it a smile, but looked back up at me with a teasing, "You have work to do," then bounded off the bed, leaving me laying there while she got ready for her day.

I laid there, hard, while she fished out her other thong and wriggled into it, then got into her running outfit.

Now, I'm prejudiced, but she looks a damn knockout in tight running shorts and sports bra, even though that latter squeezes the girls down too flat for my taste, but I understand.

She gave my hard-on another grin as she gave me a goodbye kiss then headed for her morning run.

I laid there a few minutes, my cock still feeling the anticipatory caress that hadn't come. It was a toss-up which was more frustrating: if she'd have acknowledged my arousal with a touch, or by essentially ignoring it like she had...

I felt a cool line of pre-cum on my thigh as I climbed off the bed with a sigh and a groan. If I'd been smart, I'd have volunteered to join Christie this morning. I hate running, but I know it's good for me. Probably why I hate it. Still, I was developing a new appreciation for my wife the last couple days, where lately we'd started to feel like roommates with a license to be more.

Anyhow, I ducked into the bathroom and took care of things there, then grabbed a towel and tossed it on my desk chair. While the computer warmed up, I went to the kitchen, made some toast and a glass of milk, then went in to try to wrap up work for the day so I could take care of my Christie plans...

I was aware of Christie poking her head in to see how I was doing when she returned from her run, but I didn't look away from what I was doing. It was just the wife thing of checking to make sure I hadn't been replaced by a yak or something.

When she returned a bit later, I was in the home stretch. I had maybe an hour or so to go, but I'd worked through the confusing bit, so that hour should be pretty smooth sailing.

Christie came in wearing tight shorts and a loose tank top, that, when she bent over to place a plate of cut pineapple down beside me, showed she'd put nothing on beneath it.

Now, I hadn't bothered even putting on shorts, so I was still nude, so my rising appreciation for my wife's look was hard to miss.

Taking a chunk of pineapple from the plate and popping it in my mouth, I complimented (around it), "Nice look," though it came out more like, "Knife hook."

 

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Christie was amused at the garbled comment from Matt, even as she warmed at his appreciation at her attire. Her eyes traced down his body to the evidence of that appreciation, even as she knew where his eyes were glued. She'd never known her husband to work nude, although while not frequent it wasn't uncommon for him to work with-or lose-his shirt when not on calls.

Shaking her torso slightly to hold his attention at her freely hanging breasts beneath the loose top, the thumb of the hand that had placed the plate first traced the neckline of her top, then the loose armhole as aplan formed in her mind.

"So you'd like me to be more slutty," she said slowly before even more slowly bunching the top to the center of her chest. She exposed first one breast, then the other this way before straightening. Once upright, she reached beneath her shirt and slipped her shorts and panties down, then peeled the top over her head. Coming around to Matt's side of the desk, she straddled one of his bare legs and leaned her body against his. Sliding her nude form down his, she let him feel with his leg how aroused she was making herself until she was on the floor beneath the desk, then slid her face up the inside of his thigh until his erection was leaning against her face.

"Is this along the lines of what you had in mind?" she asked before slowly and teasingly licking from the lowest part of his scrotum up to the tip. "A particular form of company while you work? Because there might be a potential arrangement to be made...with this as a good faith trial run while you finish up..."

 

[susurrus]

I loved the show Christie put on for me. For teasing about the "slutty" bit, she was obviously having a good time with it.

When she started taking her clothes off, I could hardly believe my luck. Never before had she done anything like it while I was working. Usually, she just let me finish what I was doing, with little distraction. Needless to say, I was eating this "distraction" with a spoon.

My god, when she straddled my leg, I was amazed at how slick she was. For a woman who'd been relatively strait-laced before a couple days ago, she was enjoying letting go. She left a shiny trail on my skin, then slowly slithered her way down until she basically could rest her head on my cock and balls.

"Is this what you had in mind?" she asked, first nuzzling her face against my genitals, then ducking down to lick from the lowest part of my balls all the way to the tip of my drooling cock. She then said something about her giving me some company while I worked. My response was a moan, followed by, "It's going to take me twice as long to finish, but I'm certainly not saying no."

With Christie there, being as playful as she was, it was going to be nearly impossible to finish what I had to get done, but right at that point, I didn't really give a fuck. I just did my best to keep my mind on the screen and what I needed to do, and let Christie have her fun while I struggled to concentrate...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie quickly engulfed Matt's erection down her throat as soon as she finished speaking, knowing it would be difficult for him to speak while she did so. Then she thought-if she got him off quickly, much of the naughtiness would be lost and she'd wind up too bored to stay while Matt finished his work. Sliding back off most of the way, she sat back and pondered. She also realized that doing this was A LOT more cramped and uncomfortable than she'd taken into consideration (not that she had really done any thinking beforehand).

So, she compromised. She held him in her mouth, never releasing his member, occasionally taking more of him in, swallowing about half of the mixture of saliva and pre-cum but also letting much of it out around her lips to trickle down his shaft. Once in a while she'd flick her tongue on the underside of his shaft, making the phallus in her mouth twitch and release more fluid. Judging my the delays in clicks and the furious clicks after, also distracting Matt's attention.

Once Christie's legs began to cramp and her jaw ache, she began to become more active. She judged she'd been under the desk for around 45 minutes, and rationalized that if she had almost doubled the time Matt would need to work, soending more time would cut into their actual "couples time". Her head bobs became increasingly more frequent, as did the swirls of her tongue.

She was able to tell when Matt gave up all hope of concentrating, because first one then the other hand reached down and tangled itself in her hair. At this point, she began to suck him in earnest. Her own arousal, which had begun to wane considerably, began to rise again to where she could smell it. Straddling one of Matt's ankles, she began to grind her pubis against his leg even as his testes began to swirl within their sack.

 

[susurrus]

As I attempted to turn back to finish my work, Christie turned back to her attempt at distracting me. I had to admit, she was doing a whole lot better job at accomplishing her task than I was. A couple times, I heard her bump her head on the underside of the desk, but my cock was still in her mouth, so I wasn't quite thinking straight enough to ask if she was okay.

Eventually, she just held me in her mouth. She moved a little once in a while, just to remind me (like I needed that) that she was down there.

After what seemed an eternity of pleasurable torture, Christie began to suck me in earnest. It only took about fifteen seconds of this for me to decide it was idiotic to attempt to work while she was doing her best to get me off.

Then, she started to hump my foot. It was a little odd, but I didn't really think about it too much. It was pretty obvious that Christie wanted to get off, too. Her tease had me close to the edge before she really started going to it, so it didn't really take long for me to start to cum in her mouth.

I really loved that she was getting into swallowing. Before, she'd done it, but she'd made it clear that it wasn't her favorite thing in the world. It seemed that her attitude had changed. I was delighted.

When she eventually drew her mouth off me, I husked, "Before I get soft, come up here, climb on. Cum on my cock."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie held Matt in her mouth until he'd stopped twitching and flooding her mouth. Once he finished she swallowed it all down before she heard him say he wanted her to ride him.

More than eager to comply, she clambered out from beneath the desk. Pausing for a moment to determine best how to accomplish sex in the office chair, she ended up stepping onto the seat before sinking down with her knees samdwiched between their respective shoulders. One thing she appreciated about Matt was that there was a period after he'd cum that he was able to be still aroused enough to still get inside her and firm up again for another round or two.

This time, it took a bit more effort to get him inside her due to the awkward position, but it was managed soon enough and she was able to thrust back and forth, working him in and out of herself. One thing she discovered was that despite the uncomfortable positioning, the angle had her clit grazing along his shaft, which was also more firmly against her g-spot.

The combined pleasure had Christie moving steadily towards an orgasm of her own, which she halfheartedly tried to delay by focusing on the dirty talk that Matt seemed to enjoy. Although, if she were honest with herself, she was enjoying as well.

"Was that good for you baby? Did you enjoy doing your work while your nasty wife was naked under your desk sucking you off? Should she do that sometime when you're in a meeting? I could be pre-positioned, or go under while you're partway through, or finish you off and come out partway through. And dressed however you want while I do it."

 

[susurrus]

Christie hurried out from under the desk, looked at the situation, then climbed on. It wasn't the most comfortable-looking position, but her pussy swallowed my shaft pretty easily even so.

Before long, she was fucking me. From the look on her face, even though her legs weren't all that comfortable, it appeared all the right spots in her cunt were getting hit. For a little while, she just concentrated on her pussy.

Then she began to talk again...

Holy fuck. My wife was a master of dirty talk! For a woman who hesitated to use anything but the medical terms for genitalia or sex acts, she knew all the filthy words and how to string them together in cock-hardening phrases!

And the thought of her dressing sexy/slutty for me while I'm trying to concentrate on a conversation with my co-workers, even sliding under and sucking me while I tried to maintain my cool... Holy fuck, that sounded like dangerous fun. I suspected that, now the idea was in her head, regardless what I said, one of these times, I was going to experience just that. The thought ratcheted me up the ladder toward another orgasm, but I'd already cum a couple times. Painful as it might be, I probably was going to have to hold off.

In response to her proposal, all I could do is gasp: "Oh, fuck yes!"

 

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Christie ground herself hard down on Matt's impaling member and nipped at his lips.

"You really don't just want me looking like a slut once in a while, you want me to act like one too," she breathed. "Your coworkers would know what I just did, and will probably start making passes at me. Especially if I'm dressed the way I think you want...and some of them already know me. Is that what you want? Because I'll do what you want, if you're sure you want it..."

 

[susurrus]

When Christie took the slut talk further, I couldn't say I really wanted what she was talking about, but in fantasy, anything goes, right? Regardless, I wanted her to keep talking. Hearing her say such things was a hell of a turn-on. What she was saying couldn't have been entirely for me, anyway. She still hadn't cum, so what she was saying had to have been for her as much as it was for me. In my mind, I could see a scenario like she was describing. Whether I could share my wife like that or not, I had no idea, but I could certainly tease her with it...

So, I tamped down my own arousal a notch or two to pipe in:

"My formerly strait-laced wife wants to be a real slut, huh? She wants me to call a bunch of men - maybe even some women - to come over here and fuck her lights out? How many cocks could she suck, how many feet of cock could she take in an hour? Two? Would she be able to really let her slut out and lick a pussy if it was put in front of her? Just how much of a slut does she want to be? Maybe she wants a cock in her pussy and ass, and a pussy in her face. And when those guys cum, I think maybe I'd have them unload all over her face and tits, because that's the kind of thing a slut likes..."

I knew Christie wasa lot more effective as a dirty talker than I was, but we'd see if I was anywhere near the mark on this slut fantasy thing she was developing...

 

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Christie heard the changed tone in Matt's voice, and knew she'd gone into uncertain territory with him with the other guys, but figured the other women and her wearing cum was an actual fantasy for him.

"Mmmmm...you dirty pervert," she said. "That's probably what you've been really hoping for-to see me making out with and going down on a girl. And cleaning cum off from each other." She ground her pelvis down on him, clenching her vaginal muscles as she did. "Something says you'd probably enjoy cumming on me, then taking me out in public too, wouldn't you..." She nipped Matt's ear as she rocked back and forth, enjoying the full feeling and the effects of the naughty talk.

 

[susurrus]

Christie followed me by upping the ante yet again. Everything she said was a part of the larger fantasy I'd wrapped around my wife over the years. I mean, what horny, red-blooded man hasn't imagined his woman going down on another at some point? And while she may have just been stringing together the naughtiest, nastiest sexual activities she could think of, she was piecing together in my mind the intimation of an exhibitionistic streak that I never before knew she had.

"Is that what you want," I snarled, "to wear the badge of my ownership of you where others can see? You want cum dripping off your chin while other people look at you, walking nonchalantly along on my arm, and thinking, 'What a fucking slut!' Then as they gape, you just wipe a fingerful off and pop it in your mouth as you look them straight in the eye? Is that what my slutty wife wants me to make her do?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was both repulsed by the idea uttered by her husband, as well as thrilled. The only way that people would be seeing her with cum on her would be if it had just happened, which meant that she and Matt would be in earshot-and likely within spying distance-of whomever saw her in time. She thought of the humiliation of people not only thinking that of her, but possibly even saying it. She, who had worked so hard to overcome the objectifications not only of her sex, but her career path.

Still, she was able to tell that Matt was this time fully into the conversation. Whether he would ever actually do such a thing or not was immaterial-the thought was an aphrodisiac to him. And deep inside, she knew it was to her as well, even if she didn't want to admit it.

Her hips slowed, even as her vaginal muscles quivered in anticipation. She pulled herself closer to his chest, her teeth nipping at his earlobe.

"Is that what you want, baby?" she almost purred in Matt's ear. "You want people knowing your wife just got done doing something sexual at the drop of a hat? Because if that's what you want, then that's what I want...and everything that goes with it."

 

[susurrus]

I loved that Christie was getting so into this. Really, I had no idea whether she'd actually be up for any of this, or if I'd have the balls to demand it of her, but I believed her when she said she'd do it if I told her to. That in itself was a turn-on.

"Fuck yes, baby," I told her emphatically. "I want people to know what you're willing to do if I want it."

I didn't know if any of this was anything but play, but it was fucking amazing play. I couldn't get enough of it.

At this point, work could sit. If I had to finish it after Christie'd gone to bed for the night, I was cool with that.