This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.
Fancy Meeting You
Andy smiled as he watched his wife lean towards the mirror as she applied her lipstick. She was dressed in a black bra and panty set that made his heart race. They were practical, but still wildly attractive with panels of silky material and lace. The bra plunged in front, showing off her impressive cleavage. He enjoyed his view of it in the mirror. Her long dark hair was still damp from the shower.
He rolled onto his side, still on the bed. "It's a damn shame this happened on our 'no kids' weekend, Peaches." He said with a wistful smile.
Kerri turned to him with an apologetic look. "I know it's last-minute, baby, but the commission on this commercial property will be a game changer for us." She turned back to the mirror and looked at the reflection of her husband's naked body on the sheets. She felt a deep pang of regret and arousal.
He shrugged. "Wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't overnight."
Finished with her makeup, she picked up her moisturizing lotion and squirted some into her hand.
Andy smiled at her. "Do you have time for a quickie?"
She grinned back. "If you had gotten up when I did, before my shower, then the answer to that would have been, yes." Her eyes fell to his cock which was twitching enticingly. She glanced at the dollop of lotion in her hand and smiled. She set her knees on the mattress and leaned toward her husband and was pleased to see his face light up.
He held up his hand. "Wait." Kerri paused on the sheet. She heard her husband inhale deeply as he continued. "Put on the shoes, please?"
Andy was so predictable, she thought. She got off the bed and bypassed the sensible three-inch shoes she'd planned on leaving the house in, and moments later stepped from the closet in a pair of five-inch fuck-me pumps in black leather.
Andy's eyes went wide and after a few seconds had to remind himself to breathe. His wife of twelve years was still smoking hot at thirty-five. Medium height, with a curvy build, she turned heads. Her long dark curls alone made most other women jealous. The way she looked in a pair of heels made his heart pound every time. He was the luckiest guy in the world.
She walked around the bed in that leg-over-leg runway stride. "Better?" she purred.
He could only nod dumbly.
She smiled and held up her cupped right hand. "Good, because they aren't easy to put on with a handful of lotion." Kerri sat on the bed and leaned towards him with her legs pressed together. She reached out with her hand and caressed his hard cock. The lotion had warmed to her body temperature, and it felt divine as she spread it over him.
"When I get home, we'll still have a half day, at least. We can spend it horizontal until Mom and Dad drop the kids back off." She pursed her red-painted lips. "Consider this a down payment on an afternoon of enthusiastic, vigorous sex."
Her hand closed around his cock and began to stroke him. Andy rolled onto his back and moaned softly. "Oh, baby. I accept that offer with one revision."
Kerri was a real estate agent and familiar with conditions and negotiations. The slippery lotion on his cock made squelching sounds and she loosened her hand to make this last a bit longer. She looked at him seductively. "And what, pray tell, is your revision?"
Their eyes met. "I get to undress you out of your business outfit and have you
before
you shower."
Kerri smiled. "Don't threaten me with a good time." She sped up her hand and changed her hand position so that his cockhead slid through the V of her index and middle fingers. She pinched gently beneath his engorged cockhead.
After a few minutes, she watched a shudder roll through his body and heard his breathing hitch. "Are you going to cum for me, baby?"
He looked at her with desperate eyes and nodded, as his orgasm began to build. "Ho! Ho! Oh, Peaches... Oh, I'm...ugh!" Andy's body bucked off the sheets as his wife's hand squeezed firmly down on his shaft. His body flexed as she slid her hand down and he gasped as he shot a geyser of hot cum, straight up over his body, to splatter on his stomach. She stroked him gently as his orgasm subsided and loved her husband's grateful smile.
Kerri got up and grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom. She leaned over her husband and handed it to him. "That should hold you over until tomorrow."
Andy caught his breath and took it. "I swear you have a black belt in that, babe."
Kerri laughed out loud and then made a serious face. "My cock-fu is strong!" she said in a deep voice.
Andy laughed.
***
When Kerri pulled into the parking lot at work, she knew something was wrong. She had a habit of showing up
on time
for big meetings with buyers. Not early. She felt that being early sent the message that the world revolves around the buyer, and it can make them cocky. Make them inclined to make silly demands. She wanted them to feel like today was just another day in the office and that if they didn't buy, there would be someone tomorrow who would.
But when she pulled into the parking lot, Susan's little red Miata was nowhere to be seen. It was Susan's job, as a junior agent, to be early. Her phone rang as she put her car in park.
"Where are you?!" she heard Susan's voice say urgently.
Frowning, she replied. "I'm at the office. Where are you
and
the buyer?"
She heard trepidation seep into Susan's voice. "We're at the property. The fire marshal and the county planners are here, too. Didn't you get the revised itinerary I texted you?"
Kerri clapped her hand over her face. She looked at her text messages. "No, I didn't." She heard Susan curse softly on the other end of the line.
She pinched the phone between her chin and shoulder as she put the car in reverse. "If I haul ass, I can be there in ninety minutes. You need to cover for me."
Susan's reply was brief. "Will do." And then she hung up.
The tires of Kerri's two-year-old Forerunner squealed as she accelerated out of the parking lot. The original plan had been paperwork at the office, a two-hour road trip and then dinner at a hotel near the property. Then on Sunday morning the big meeting at the property with affected or interested persons. They had pulled a lot of strings to get the fire marshal and other inspectors to come out on a Sunday at the buyer's request. Apparently, plans had changed.