The Intermission

Thanks for stopping by! This is the second Sasha & Greg story I've written. The first is Ships Passing in the Night. These two will feature in more upcoming stories, so I thought I'd give you a little glimpse of their home life after their re-connection in Ships.

Greg put two wine glasses and a bottle of red on the coffee table. Sasha smiled at him eyeing the bottle.

"What's the occasion?" she asked.

The two didn't drink very often, so she wondered why her husband had brought out the bottle of wine.

"Nothing special, just the privilege of sharing an evening with my hot wife," Greg said sitting down next to her, planting a kiss on her warm neck.

Sasha smiled as she navigated to the newest episode of the baking show they had started watching religiously years ago. The jokes and bits were cheesy, and they had to have the subtitles on to understand some of the contestants' regional accents, but they loved it. The competition was less about winning and more about baking, which they both preferred over the hyper competitive and often mean-spirited American reality shows they had grown up with.

"Did you talk to Jasper today?" Greg asked.

"Hmm, no, why?" Sasha asked.

"Oh, Aaron called me. He and Jasper had this idea; a sort of reunion thingy they thought would be fun," Greg said.

"Like a class reunion? Why not just go to the one the school puts on?" Sasha asked.

"That's what I asked him," Greg said, as he poured some wine into each glass.

"And..." Sasha prompted.

"He said the only people he really wants to see are you and me," Greg said.

Sasha took her wine glass.

"He's not interested in seeing anyone from his major?" Sasha asked.

"He didn't really have any close relationships with anyone in his major Sash. He was always with us," Greg said. "Cheers!"

Greg clinked his glass to Sasha's. She smiled, pecked his lips quickly then sipped her wine, the silky, fruity liquid sliding over her tongue.

"I always wondered why he didn't just major in theatre," Sash mused.

"Kinda hard to become a lawyer with a theatre background," Greg said sipping his wine.

"I guess," she said. "What was he thinking for this reunion idea?"

Greg shrugged as Sasha cuddled into his side, holding the remote at the ready to start the episode.

"He's thinking California," Greg said. "A big group trip over there."

"California?" Sasha asked.

"His father-in-law has a house there. I think he's sort of fallen in love with the desert," Greg said. "Do you think you'd want to go?"

"Probably," she said with a shrug. "It would be nice to meet Aaron's husband, and see Jas settled down. He's been so into this woman he's been seeing...uhmm, Madison I think."

"It would be fun," he mused, running his fingertips over her shoulder. "If it's in the finances we could probably make it happen."

"California isn't too long of a drive we could make a road trip of it, fucking all along the way," Sasha looked at him, her eyes glittering playfully.

"Ha! Sure, Sash," he chuckled, kissing her lips slowly.

She grinned up at him as he pulled away.

"You know you'd love it," she grumbled.

His cheeks flushed, eyes darkening a bit, he leaned down and kissed her again, slowly. His tongue ran along her lips, and she parted them. They could taste the fruity tannins on each other's tongues as they twisted together. Greg's hand slipped up the side of Sasha's neck for a moment as he pulled away, brushing his fingers over her skin.

"I would love it," he grumbled back. He took a deep breath and glanced at the TV that had gone into screensaver mode. He cleared his throat. "You still want to watch this episode?"

He gestured to the screen and Sasha realized she still had the remote clutched in her hand.

"Oh, yeah I do actually," she replied.

She clicked a button to wake up the screen again and pressed play on the episode. They snuggled together as the theme song played. Sasha sipped her wine once more then put it on the coffee table along with the remote.

When she settled back on the couch she wrapped her arms around Greg. He put his wine glass on the side table, keeping one arm stretched over the armrest, the other snaked around Sasha's shoulders, pulling her close to him. The baker's first challenge was set; as the bakers sifted, mixed, and zested, Sasha's hand stroked casually over her husband's thigh, up and down.

It started innocently enough, going from knee to mid-thigh. She was paying attention to the show, laughing at the interactions. Gradually, her hand began to gently knead into the muscle of his thigh. Sasha's head rested on Greg's chest, and she could hear the steady beat of his heart. As her attention wandered from the steaming bakes on the screen to the steaming that had started between her legs, her stroking and kneading of Greg's thigh became less innocent.

Her hand dragged from mid-thigh, up to his groin, pausing to rub over his abdomen, then back down to mid-thigh again. After two or three passes, Greg's steady heartbeat began to tick up a few notches. She glanced down at the sweatpants he'd donned for their evening in and noticed the beginnings of a bulge. She smiled to herself as she continued her slow stroking of his leg, up around his crotch, over his abs and back down again.

Finally, after the judgement of the first challenge had finished and the second task had begun, Sasha dragged her hand lightly over the bulging between Greg's legs. He let out a long sigh as her hand worked over the ever-hardening mound. He tipped his hips up a bit and her hand slipped under his balls, stroking over the soft fabric of the sweatpants. Another long sigh escaped from Greg, and his fingers clenched on her shoulder.

He brought his hand from the arm rest to one of her breasts, cupping it for a moment before pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly back and forth. A small shock of arousal wound from her nipple down to her low belly coiling there, growing her arousal. Greg moved his hand to the other breast and did the same, pinching the nipple and rolling it between his fingers, causing another fresh shock of warmth and moisture to pool between her legs. Sasha breathed out a long sigh and leaned back into Greg.

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and found his hard cock, the skin silky beneath her fingers. She stroked them down, around his balls massaging them carefully, then brought her hand to grip the base of his cock. Ever so slowly her hand squeezed and traveled upwards. Greg's head dropped back, and a moan escaped his throat as she twisted her hand over his swollen, sensitive tip.

"Fuck, Sash," he groaned. "Should we pause the show? I've missed everything."

"Yeah," she purred.

He leaned forward quickly snatched the remote and pressed pause on the show.

"Ughn, god," Greg grunted.

Sasha continued to stroke up and down Greg's dripping cock. Her pussy twitched, warming and moistening even more at Greg's arousal. She brought both her hands to the waistband of his pants, and he stopped her.

"Hang on," he said. "Lie back."

Sasha looked up at him questioning. He smiled as she lay down on her back. He pushed her knees apart and lowered himself between her legs. Tugging at the tidy bow of her pajama pants, he loosened the waistband. His hand slid into her pants and under the fabric of the crotch of her panties. One finger slid slowly up her labia, circling around her clit. Her eyes fluttered.

"Uhh -- Ughhnn, oh!" she stuttered.

Greg bit his lip as his finger worked slowly up and down her wet vulva, a thumb pressing rhythmically on her clit. Sasha let out a breathy moan and tipped her head back. He massaged over her slit, pressing and rubbing just barely pushing two fingers to her dripping entrance. She writhed beneath his touch, breath stuttering in and out of her quickly. He slowed his massaging then pulled his hand away.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" she breathed out.

He smiled at up at her as he tugged at the waistband of her garments. She lifted her hips, as they slid off. Greg tossed them to the floor and brought his lips to her lower abdomen, kissing her slowly.

"Ohh," she gasped quickly. "I see," she whispered.

He kissed the inside of her thighs slowly.

"Greg," she whispered. "Please, please."

Her hands were each gripping a thigh rubbing up and down.

"You're so polite," he grumbled, planting a kiss higher up her thigh.

Sasha gasped in a harsh breath.

"Yeah," she moaned. He chuckled and kissed her other thigh, even higher now. "Ugh, you tease!" Sasha laughed raggedly.

Greg smiled to himself and licked up her thigh.

"Hhhhaa, yeah!" Sasha pushed herself closer to him.

He pulled back a little and put a thumb to her clit gently, rubbing in circles. Sasha moaned in frustration; her pussy was dripping with the anticipation of his mouth.

"What happened to your manners?" Greg teased.

"Please! Please Greg."

Sasha laced her fingers through his hair and tried to push him to her.

"Since you asked me so nicely," he said quietly, following the push of her hands.

His tongue licked up her slit, pressing wetly between her lips. Sasha twitched at the sensation of it.

"Oh! Yes!" she groaned.

Greg closed his mouth over her clit, circling it with his tongue for a moment. He brought his mouth back down to her dripping entrance and licked up and down, pressing his tongue forward tasting her delicious arousal drip into his mouth. He groaned and rubbed his hard cock against the sofa cushions.

"Don't stop Greg! Oh, god!"

Sasha's fingers gripped his hair, as her hips rocked against his face. He brought his mouth to her clit, clamping over it sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Two fingers pressed into her hot, wet pussy, moving in and out rapidly in time with her rocking. She groaned and moaned underneath him. Her back began to arch, her head pressing into the couch cushions, she cried out her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers, the silken walls pulsing with her orgasm.

Sasha slowly lowered herself and watched as Greg pulled his fingers from her and shoved them into his mouth, sucking each one clean as if it were covered in delicious cake batter. Sasha pushed forward roughly and planted her mouth on Greg's.

She kissed him roughly, dragging her hands over his chest and stomach. His sweatpants were darkly spotted, and she ran her hands over the wet spots, squeezing and rubbing at his hugely erect cock. Her hands gripped the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down, over his boner and flung them to the floor.

Her tongue dragged along his sternum, pausing briefly to circle and suck his nipples bringing a grunt up his throat. She continued down his abs, her hands trailing down his torso, until she cradled his balls in one hand and gripped the base of his cock in the other.

"Oh fuck, Sash," Greg groaned.

His cock dripped liberally, and she traced her tongue around the head before clasping her lips around it and sucking hard. Greg grunted and barely held back a hard thrust.

She brought her mouth down quickly then back up again, opening wide and letting all the saliva and precum dribble down his hard shaft in a slobbery mess. Her mouth traveled down and up again, her tongue pressing firmly to the underside of his cock.

"Uughhnn, Sash, Jesus," Greg groaned.

His hips began to buck with the wild bobbing of her head. She'd never been so enthusiastic before and Greg felt his balls tightening quickly. He wasn't going to last too long if she kept up this pace.

He thought he had a good handle on his arousal until Sasha suddenly brought her mouth down quickly and the tip of his cock slipped to the back of her throat. The sensation of her taking him so deep was enough to send him over the edge, but the noise she made, something between a gag and moan sent him into a frenzy. She bobbed back up and down again and he thrust madly, gripping her hair in one hand, the other bracing against the sofa so he could thrust into her mouth. That gagging moan escaped her again.

"Oh! Fuck, Sash! You're -- fuck! I'm cumming!"

Greg pushed forward hard as his cock burst into the back of her throat. She had no time to register the taste or feel of it as she swallowed it down. She grinned around his cock and swallowed hard, choking slightly, loving the sting in her head from his grip there. He gasped and twitched as her throat constricted around his still spurting dick.

As Greg's orgasm ebbed away his body began to relax again. Sasha licked him clean, sucking the remaining cum from him. She crawled back up to her seat on the couch and they kissed, both reveling in the symphony of flavors on their tongues.

"So," Sasha said. "I guess you're a screamer now?"

Greg's cheeks reddened. He'd never really made that much noise during sex. Mostly just grunts and moans, but today, something had overcome him.

"I guess. I dunno, that blowjob was incredible," he admitted.

Sasha laughed lightly, running her fingers under Greg's T-shirt as they both caught their breath.

"Well, after that little intermission, should we continue with the episode?" Sasha asked.

Greg sighed contentedly and pressed a kiss to her head.

"Yeah, but I think we're going to have to start over. I got distracted," Greg said.

"You weren't the only one," Sasha said with a small smile.

She leaned toward him and planted a kiss on his lips.

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! See you next time!