Part 5 of a larger work best enjoyed together. Whereby our heroine tries her new tricks out on her unsuspecting husband.
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Chapter 14
Gary conducted the meeting and left in such a rush that it might have been considered rude. But, the negotiations led to a compromise which was acceptable to both parties. Monique's little surprise and his cheeky response had left him feeling energized, confident and authoritative. His testosterone rush definitely worked to the benefit of all.
Every time he pictured the risqué image sent by his wife, two things happened. First, his cock swelled until rock hard. Then, an immense feeling of pride blossomed in his chest at the thought of the beautiful, sexy woman who was waiting at home. While his reactions were juvenile, he didn't care. For the first time in years, his wife's sexuality was empowering to him rather than emasculating. It was a very welcome change.
His assertive mood had positively affected his involvement in the negotiations throughout the day. He was decisive and spoke with vigor. Both sides appreciated his suggestions and they quickly moved forward with few distractions and setbacks. Plans had been agreed upon and contracts were signed, days ahead of schedule. The CEO, Brendan, had been impressed and appreciative.
Gary hit the road without hesitation, trying his best not to attract the attention of police officers. Under the circumstances, it was a difficult task. The hour and a half drive was torture in his uncomfortably tight trousers, since his balls had been aching for hours.
He was out of the car and in the house before the automatic garage door had closed. Feeling a primal need to be close to his woman, Gary planned to relentlessly kiss and grope Monique. He hoped the kids were occupied elsewhere in the house so she couldn't use that as an excuse to push him away. Years of experience had conditioned him to expect the worst.
The savory smell of his wife's cooking welcomed him home. He heard her moving about in the kitchen while happily humming an upbeat poppy tune. Following his nose and ears, he sought out his prey.
There, he found his pert, thirty-two year old yummy mummy. She was dressed simply in comfortable form fitting jeans and a snug t-shirt. Enjoying the view, he stood in the doorway and silently watched her from behind. Monique's buttocks moved in a beautifully subtle dance beneath the pants which clung to her perfectly flared hips. Her hips swayed in rhythm with the music playing in the background. In response, he carefully adjusted his erection, which seemed to be growing by the second. Her flawless pale skin glowed as she bustled about while finishing the meal preparation. His mouth watered and it had nothing to do with the aroma of food.
The hypnotic sway of Monique's hips, along with her feminine humming, wove a powerful spell of lust within Gary. Was his wife aware of the effect she had on men? Being the one man in the world to which she would occasionally gift her most intimate company only increased his sexual arousal.
In actuality, Monique had long understood the effect pretty young women had on the opposite sex. It was unavoidable, like gravity. Though far from arrogant, Monique knew her good looks attracted attention from men. 'The effect' was a double edged sword. There were certainly men from which she didn't want attention and minimized any outward show of sexuality in their presence. Rarely, she harnessed and focused that power to satisfy her modest desires in life.
But, Monique was feeling more confident in her sexuality than ever before. She knew precisely what she was doing to the man standing silently in the doorway across the open living space. With her back towards him, she smiled deviously. Perhaps she should have chosen to wear something more provocative. But no, that time would come soon enough.
Monique struggled with her own impatience. Would it be possible to lure Gary from merely lurking in the doorway to actually attacking her on the spot? Tormenting her husband, before rocking his world, was becoming a guilty pleasure.
Without turning, Monique teased, "Are you going to stand there like some teenage stalker or greet your wife properly?"
Gary grinned and sauntered over to the sweet little package by the stove. He scooped her up and sucked her neck where it gracefully transformed into her shoulder. Like some crazed teen, he sank his teeth into the muscle above her collarbone. Though he did not break the skin, Monique was thrilled at the force of Gary's attack. Her vagina instantly moistened as his lips produced the first true hickey she had ever received. Gary publicly marked her as his. It would be difficult to hide in the place he had chosen.
Gary's teeth pressed quite hard and it hurt Monique as she struggled to free herself. But, with her feet off the ground, the only purchase she could get was to push her hands against his chest. Suddenly, she was reminded that her husband was very strong. There was no possible way to break his hold. He only needed one hand to lift her, by gripping her backside, and his other hand mauled a breast.
Gary's mouth left her shoulder and his lips crashed into hers. The kiss was the most intense of Monique's life.
'Fuck,' she thought, 'this is hot!'
Her underwear rode up uncomfortably into her crack, but that only added to the desire which was quickly consuming her. By now, she was seated on his hands, which he placed on the counter. Capturing his face in her hands, she tried to make the moment last.
The kiss ended and they both panted heavily. Gary had a wild grin on his face that reflected a feeling of joy and a desire for more.
"Wow, now that was a kiss!" Monique gushed.
"Good thing the kids are upstairs," murmured Gary.
"Ummm, actually it's just us. I dropped them at my parent's house. Tonight, I want you to myself for a change."
Gary's eyebrows rose at the unexpected news. This was a first! For the last six years, he had come in a distant 3rd place for Monique's attention, behind their two offspring. He had never once complained. After all, how could he begrudge his kids love from their mum? He was as crazy about them as Monique. But, until now, her affection seemed to be a finite resource and she had never had much left for him. He was pleasantly shocked by the change of circumstance.
"I made us a lovely dinner." Monique crinkled her pretty nose. "You need to go shower and meet me in the dining room. I'll give you fifteen minutes."
Gary sniffed his armpit on his way up the stairs. Sure enough, he reeked of office sweat. Not the clean heady musk of hard physical labor, but the sour smell of stale stress. Fair enough! He was happy to make himself presentable for his woman.
Gary showered, shaved and, for the first time ever, trimmed his unruly pubic bush. Appraising himself in the bathroom mirror, he decided to put in a little extra effort to compliment his wife. Considering her recent grooming efforts, he felt it was the least he could do. He finished his bathroom preparation with a light splash of cologne. Wanting to keep it casual, he donned his favorite track pants and a simple black T-shirt to match her comfortable outfit. Fourteen minutes later, he made his way downstairs.
Chapter 15
As Gary came down the stairs, Monique directed him to the dining room, which was off the foyer. The table was set for two, complete with candles. From where he was seated, the kitchen was not visible.
"Dinner smells great, Honey. What are we having?" Gary called out, his voice laced with happiness and anticipation.
Monique sounded sultry as she replied, "You'll see in a moment."
Just then, he heard the click of high heels on the wood floor in the hall. Turning, he was greeted with a mesmerizing sight.
Instantly, he felt underdressed, or maybe overdressed, for the occasion. His wife proceeded to saunter into the dining room and stroll slowly around the table with a platter of Greek styled roasted lamb. She stopped just beyond his reach, turned, bent forward at the waist and placed the platter on the table in front of him. While still leaning over the table, Monique picked up a small piece of the delicious roasted meat and used her tongue to pluck it from her fingertips. She moaned while slowly chewing then sucked the juices off her fingers. Gary was transfixed.
Straightening slowly, Monique turned and strode back the way she had come, while looking over her shoulder maintaining eye contact. She exaggerated every move for maximum effect.
Cliché though it may have been, the show was fucking hot just the same. Gary sat stupidly, his mouth agape at the vision that was his date for the evening. Yet again, he found himself wondering who this woman was and what she had done with his wife.
An image briefly flashed in Gary's mind. It was a frightening picture of his dowdy old wife, trussed up in one of her horrid flannel onesies. Mentally, Gary hogtied, gagged and locked the old Monique in a closet. Hoping she would stay lost and forgotten, he chose to concentrate on her enchanting doppelganger, with whom he was now smitten. That uptight, emasculating nag had been usurped by this mysterious goddess.
The old Monique couldn't be more different than the woman who had just boldly paraded herself through their dining room in sheer black lingerie. Wearing a half bra, Monique's erect nipples proudly led the way. Her peekaboo panties cupped flawless buttocks and framed the exposed cleft of her backside. Thigh high hose hugged her toned legs, with the seam perfectly aligned up the back, appearing to lengthen
her already long legs. Patent open toed booties completed with seductive ensemble. She looked like a walking advertisement for sex in the four inch heels that forced her hips to sway, provocatively.
As if the outfit wasn't enough, she actually managed to wear makeup that spoke directly to his cock. Dark grey eye-shadow gave Monique a smoky "come fuck me" look that was punctuated by her fire-engine red lips, finger and toenails. Giving the impression that she had already indulged in a little play, her dark shoulder length hair had been teased in a slutty fashion. In fact, she had set her hair such that there was nothing to lose if she was to be ravished. It was both slightly messy and enticing.
