It was February 14th and Andrew Clark was missing his wife, Cassandra. The 6'4" former Navy Seal was on another security detail that had taken him away from home again and tonight was not only Valentine's Day, it was their 15
th
wedding anniversary. He knew that the dozen roses he had sent was not going to make up for his absence and while the phone sex that they might have later that night would definitely help with his horniness, it wasn't the same as feeling her body against his.
When Andy retired from the Navy, he was recruited into private security for corporate executives by a fellow former Seal; the money was ridiculous and he was paid handsomely for his expertise. Unfortunately, it also meant being away from his hot wife for weeks at a time. Cassie married him when he was a Lieutenant Commander so she was used to him being gone a lot; the difference was that instead of being somewhere carrying out a mission surrounded only by other men, now women were everywhere and the masculine, good-looking 42-year old man with the salt-and-pepper hair had plenty of admirers. He'd never been unfaithful to his wife, but he was human and had to admit sometimes that it was pretty damn hard to stay that way when he was feeling randy and a beautiful woman made her 'availability' known.
He knew Cassie had her share of men interested in her; her job as lobbyist for the US Chamber of Commerce put her in contact with many powerful men and she was a jaw-dropping beauty. Her long brown hair beautifully framed her delicate heart-shaped face with green eyes and pouty lips, and her 5'5" body seemed to be all legs. How he managed to get a date with her, he still didn't know.
They had met when he was on the team providing protection for Matt Wagner, a four-star admiral on the Joint Chiefs, when he traveled. She had been at a fundraiser in Washington that the admiral was attending and Andy couldn't help but notice her when she bent over to repair a broken ankle strap on one of her high heels. He admired, from afar, her ingenuity at fixing her wardrobe malfunction, and when she smiled at him after she noticed him staring at her, his heart skipped a beat. He broke every rule that night to get her phone number, but he couldn't have given a good goddamn, especially after she agreed to go out with him the very next night. He'd never experienced so much sexual tension in his life, and when she let him take her home and properly fuck her, he was a goner.
After spending every spare minute with her that weekend, he seriously considered going AWOL when their time together came to an end. Fortunately for him, the feelings he experienced that weekend were mutual, so when he showed up unannounced at her office building the following Friday evening, she wrapped her arms around him like he had prayed she would, instead of asking him what the hell he was doing there like he had feared.
Still, he hadn't seen her in almost three weeks and he was horny as fuck. He was currently providing protection for Eric Maddox, a department store executive, and had been traveling with him on the company jet all over the country for almost a month now. Cheryl, the cute little assistant to Eric, had been letting her hand linger a little too long on his arm and dropping a lot of things lately so she had to bend over in front of him. Normally, that wasn't much of a distraction; his wife was amazing in the sack and other girls, while cute, were usually just that - cute, no comparison to his hot-ass wife. But, he was sexually frustrated and Cassie wasn't around.
Cheryl had been discussing her plans to get Andy in bed with Julie, another assistant. Julie was skeptical.
"I saw his wife when she dropped him off at the terminal. She is gorgeous."
"Yeah, well she's not here tonight is she? I am. Everybody needs love on Valentine's Day; even hot married guys."
Julie secretly hoped Cheryl was unsuccessful. She had heard Andy telling their boss that he had been married 15 years and that his anniversary was on Valentine's Day. The gorgeous man in charge of security seemed like one of the good guys; Julie wanted to believe that true love still existed.
The political fundraiser they were attending was at a small boutique hotel outside of the Florida Keys, and Andy was up early to check the layout so he could develop a plan for the placement of his personnel. When he had a free minute, he tried placing a call to Cassie but it went straight to voicemail.
'Helluva way to have to celebrate our anniversary,' he lamented to himself.
He had made the mistake of thinking about their last Valentine's Day together and pretty much walked around with a hard on for the rest of the day after that.
On February 14th last year, Cassie had been sending Andy naughty texts all day; pictures of her tits and her fingers in her pussy with captions like, 'see anything you like?' When he told her he was going to fuck her silly, her responses included, 'prove it,' and 'use me like your whore, baby.'
She was sitting on the edge of their kitchen table in a beautiful lace teddy and stiletto heels when he walked in the door with a bottle of champagne and a dozen roses. As he walked toward her, she shot him a look that said, 'Come fuck me now,' so instead of tenderly kissing his bride of 14 years, he set the wine and roses down and ripped her pretty white lace garment down the center in one swift action, roughly fondling her tits before grabbing her hair and kissing her hard.
Still holding on to her hair, Andy ordered, "On your knees" as he pushed her to the ground while undoing his pants with one hand and pulled her brown tresses to direct her head to his rock-hard cock once it was freed from his boxer briefs; slapping her face with it before telling her to beg to suck it.
Staring at his face from her kneeling position, she said with a breathless whisper, "Please let me suck your cock. I need to taste it in my mouth. Don't make me wait anymore, baby! I've been thinking about you all day."
He looked down at her as he rubbed his throbbing dick all over face, not letting her put him in her mouth.
"Be my good slut and lick my balls first," he commanded.
Cassie gleefully wiggled down and began licking him back and forth, taking care to go underneath before slowly sucking his swollen sac into her mouth; swirling her tongue all over it then releasing to take his other nut completely in her mouth.
When she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of him between her lips, he ordered, "Look at me," and when she did, he pressed his thumb to her chin as he praised her with, "That's a good girl."
Andy held his cock in a manner that suggested she could put it in her mouth and she held onto his legs while kissing her way up to his erection. Pausing once she reached his shaft, she cupped and squeezed his balls while waiting his permission to suck it.
"How badly do you want it?"
She took a sharp breath in before answering, "So bad, baby. Please let me have it in my mouth."
"Okay. But only because you've been such a good girl."
He pulled her up from her knees and reached between her legs as she bent over from the waist to commence pleasuring him with her mouth and tongue, licking up and down his shaft to get him nice and slippery. Roughly ramming two fingers inside her and fucking her with an intense rhythm that matched her bobbing up and down on his cock, he felt her soaked with excitement.
When her pussy began to make sloshing noises as he finger fucked her, he snarled, "You like that, don't you?" All she could do was let out a muffled moan and nod her head yes while her mouth was stuffed with his dick.
When she took him all the way to the base, he curved his fingers and made a 'come here' motion with them, stimulating her G-spot. As she gasped and moaned, he smiled a devilish smile.
"I think my little cock sucking angel likes that too," he teased.
She whimpered as he laid her on the kitchen table, spreading her wide so she was on full display for him as he proceeded to rub her clit while attending to her G-spot again.
"You like that, baby?" Andy growled.
"Oh god, I love it so much!" she groaned.
"Are you going to cum for me, little one? Is my tiny slut going to squirt all over her kitchen table?"
Whispering with a moan, she implored, "Oh yes, baby! Please make me cum! Make me gush all over! Please!"
He rubbed her clit fast and hard while continuing to fuck her G-spot and soon she started bucking her hips against his hand. As Cassie started gasping, Andy whispered with a chuckle, "Mmmmmm, that's a good girl. Squirt for me, my little whore!"
He felt her pussy contract around his finger then his hand was instantly soaked with her juices as she came all over him, moaning and gasping as she writhed in ecstasy.
Continuing to stroke up and down her labia, Andy leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Can you smell that, baby? That smells like my slutty, dirty girl."
