"Welcome home, honey!”
I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. It was all I could do not to lean against it and cry. I tossed my purse onto the recliner and sat down on the couch. As I slipped my feet out of my shoes, I looked up at my husband.
“Please, tell me your Mom has the kids for the weekend.”
“My mom has the kids for the weekend.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. The week had really drained me. I usually loved Jack’s happy-go-lucky attitude, but it was already wearing on me. If I didn’t say something now, I knew I’d blow up later.
“Jack, can you tone down the happy a few notches?”
“Sure, babe,” he said, lowering himself to his knees in front of me. Jack is well over six foot tall, so even on his knees, he can look me in the eyes. At least, he can when I’m sitting. “Did you have a rough day?” he asked in a much softer voice.
“I’ve had the week from hell, Jack,” I said. I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. “I don’t suppose you feel like spoiling me, do you?”
“Always.” The way he said it told me he was grinning from ear to ear. I had to smile. Jack is a lot like a puppy; he makes life a little frustrating, but he has ways of making up for it.
I opened my eyes and slowly ran the edge of my right foot up his inner thigh. My body went tight and hot somewhere slightly below my navel and very deep. Even after fifteen years, Jack can still make me hot and sticky. It’s one of the ways he makes up for his faults.
He was wearing jeans, very tight fitting jeans with nothing on under them. My eyes slid over his bare chest, his skin taut and tanned over nicely hardened muscles. The image of that chest working as he moved above me caught in my mind and I almost shivered. My toes nestled against his sac, slowly tracing the roundness of his balls under his jeans.
“Have you been a good boy?”
He grinned. “I’m always a good boy, Ma’am. Especially when I aim to be naughty.”
I moved my foot so that the heel pressed against the base of his cock. Slowly curling and uncurling my toes, I teased it awake until it was throbbing hard and hot against the sole of my foot. The curling heat inside my pussy throbbed in response and I felt a moan building in my throat. I brought my foot up and around his hip, hooking it behind him and tugging him towards me. He got the hint.
He came to me slowly, letting the muscles in his arms and chest ripple. I swear he knows exactly how to make my body ache for him. My hands reached out and touched the warmth of his skin, sliding over his smooth and flawless surface as my feet drew up behind him, locking into the small of his back. Like water over marble, my hands moved up his chest and found the sides of his face, pulling his mouth towards mine.
His tongue was thick and warm as it slid between my lips. I closed my eyes and suckled it, loving the texture of it as he tasted my mouth. His scent, the clean scent of mown grass and turned earth and sweat, filled my nose and made my thighs pull at him harder. I consciously let all my inner walls down; let the hatred and anger of the week roll off of me, sucking his love into the void in my soul. Like a succubus, I fed off the love this man had for me. More than that, I took it as my right.
I felt his hands gently touch my knees and slowly slide upwards. The skin of my thighs was tingling from his touch. My pantyhose were an unwanted barrier, a prison keeping me from him. I had to pull back from his kiss and moan loudly when he tugged them down and off of me.
Another smell joined his. The thick, musky smell of my desire rose from my pussy. Jack’s nose twitched and then the corner of his mouth lifted. If I wasn’t so horny, I would have hit him. Instead, I reached for his jeans, ripping them open and shoving them down to mid-thigh.
