The girls at the office went nuts over our engagement. One of the older ladies told Kat she must be something else for me to let my guard down and ask her to marry. She told her how hurt and devastated I had been when I discovered Helen's infidelity. How she thought I would never trust again, just keep using women for my own needs.
Kat smiled at Louise. "Well, I'll be meeting his needs from here on. He won't need to look elsewhere, that I can guarantee."
We determined work still had to be work. A pat on the bottom or a quick smooch stolen in the hall or elevator was okay, but no make out sessions on company time. We did tend to sit in my office and close the door during lunch. We remained in a state of dress, but we were more affectionate behind my closed door.
Kat had moved all her things into what she called our room and was sleeping in what she called "our" bed. I liked the feel of a warm sensuous body next to me at night and in the morning. As Kat had said previously, she only slept in panties, and if in the mood, was quick to shed those. It was a good feeling to wake with her arm across my chest, maybe her leg across mine, or her face buried in the crook of my neck, her warm breath against my skin.
I'd forgotten how much I liked being married. I also pondered where I may have gone wrong in my marriage to Helen. Were there things I had ignored, was I less attentive than I should have been? I wasn't sure, but this one thing I did know. Just as it takes two to make a marriage work, it takes two to throw it away as well. I determined I was going to stay on top of things this time around, choose to listen better, choose to be more attentive, choose to want her to be as happy and satisfied as I was.
I've never been a demonstrative person. I assumed because I worked hard, took good care of my wife, and made love to her she would know I loved her. Obviously not. I began making it a priority to tell Kat how attractive I thought she was, tell her that I loved her, I listened to her conversations without a phone going off and being a help to her where possible. I certainly didn't want to behave like a sissy, but I also knew I didn't need to be a hard ass about everything either.
We found what we felt was a happy medium. We shared in the house work and cleaning. She insisted on doing laundry, no matter the amount of protest she would tell me to find something else to do, laundry was hers. My lot is just under an acre in size so there is never any lack of care needed in the yard. She liked to cook and was very good at it, I cooked once in a while, but it was mainly her domain. Since moving in she had slowly but methodically rearranged the entire kitchen as she wanted it. I moved something back to where I'd had it previously .... only once, damn she was firey in bed ..... and the kitchen.
She was getting an inordinate amount of attention at work from several younger guys. Kat always dressed in what I called a modern but modest look. She didn't have it hanging out top and bottom, if she wore mini or midthigh skirts she wore leggings as well. They all knew we were engaged so had no reason to try hitting on her, but they did. I watched her put them in their places one by one. Not in a nasty way, but very matter of factly let them know their overtures were not impressing her at all. She was engaged, not playing the field.
With both of us sleeping in the same bed I thought I might have greater freedom to flirt at work. The flirting she didn't mind and participated with enthusiasm. As I placed my hand on her ass one day she spun, slapped my hand and glowered at me. Pulling me to the side she spoke softly,
"Ern, you can do anything you want to me at home, but here you keep your hands to yourself until we're married. I'm not going to have others say I'm fucking my way to the top. Give me a sweet soft kiss and tell me you love me."
I gave her a kiss and told her I loved her.
"Good boy, mama will reward you with a nice blow job tonight. Now it's time you got your ass back in that office and did some work. I have research to do and I can't very well do that with you grabbing my ass now can I?"
She put both hands on my chest, pushed me back and whispered, "Bye lover."
On the way home she had my dick out playing with it as we drove out of the lot. As I entered the street she gobbled up as much of my meat as she could fit into her mouth. With a wet slobbery kiss she pulled off and said,
"See Ern, that's why you can't rub my ass, or feel my ass, or touch my tits at work, I want to fuck you right on the spot. Can I have a load in my tummy to get me through supper and into bed?"
I nodded yes and she devoured my dick with her mouth. We don't live far from work, she had me on the brink of cumming and she knew it. She played and teased until we were nearly in the driveway then got serious about sucking my cock. I put the brakes on and tossed it into park as I exploded in her mouth. My head was back, my eyes were closed, I was bellowing and groaning as she sucked every bit of juice my balls provided. I could hear her gulping, A first for me, but hoped it wouldn't be the last time I heard that wonderful sound.
Sitting up she was smiling at me, licking her lips, wiping a little dribble off her mouth with a finger, then sucking it dry. Why had I not found this sex kitten the first time I got married? She made our sex life spontaneous, unpredictable, enjoyable and more satisfying than anything I had ever known. She knew I was a sucker for sexy panties and bras, stockings and belts, going out of her way to show them off anytime we were alone. She told me I was a walking hardon.
"How can I be anything else when you sashay around me in lingerie teasing me and sending me into apoplectic horndog fits?"
"Your job lover boy is to get me out of these panties, your dick buried inside my cunt and splashing a load of your penis butter throughout my baby canal. Would you like to do this before or after supper?"
I chose before and we hammered each other for over an hour before we flopped on the bed exhausted. One of her favorite positions was on her tummy, pillows under her abdomen and her ass pointed up, ready to receive all of me. I liked it as well, once inside her I would extend my arms, raise myself up on my toes and pound that sweet tender hungry pussy with every ounce of strength I possessed. Our bodies didn't touch other than my cock going in and out of her cunt.
When she came in that position her ass always shook as her tummy quivered and her hips made a fucking motion. I loved watching that, although I never watched very long because it sent me into my orgasm knowing how violently she was cumming. She would cry out into the pillow and throw her head from side to side. There were times I wished I could have been her just once to know what multiple orgasm's felt like. Tonight she was having an extremely active orgasm, she had her hands against the headboard and her toes gripped the sheets as she pushed into my thrusts. I could feel it wanting to envelope my body, that feeling of euphoria that encapsulates you when the sperm shoots out the end of your cock. Explosion after explosion until there's nothing left but a dribble and a final stab of your cock into her vagina.
My cock was swelling and beckoning for release as I began muttering, making incoherent noises and pounding against her sucking pussy as the climax overtook me. Kat started talking to me, knowing it was all I needed to send me over the top.
"Cum for me baby. Spit that creamy goo inside my burning cunt. Let me have everything you have baby, just like you did in my mouth."
I rammed against her ass as hard as I could, my cock couldn't go a scintilla further into her than what it had, yet I continued trying to force more inside her. I could feel my cock erupt, spraying spunk all over her insides. Her cunt was vibrating, pulsing, sucking on my dick, caressing me and drawing out every drop I had. Her ass continued twitching and humping upward against my dick. I withdrew and slowly re-entered causing her to moan softly and make a purring sound.
She spoke softly, "Baby, you make me cum so good."
