Distraction 1

Suzi was honestly trying to work. But a series of images kept popping into her mind, distracting her from the task at hand. Each time one of those mental pictures intruded, she’d force it from her head, and attempt to concentrate on her work. But every time she’d push one out, another one would take its place. Each time it happened, she could feel her nipples getting harder and harder; and feel moisture building between her legs.

If she wasn’t getting so sexually frustrated, she would think it funny. She was so in love with and turned on by her husband that it was absolutely ridiculous. All she had to do was think of making love to him (as in this instance) and she was so turned on that if he were there with her, he would have to beat her off with a stick.

Sighing, she grabbed her cigarettes and went outside. There was no way she was going to get any work done in her current state of mind, so she may as well grab a break while she was at it. She walked around the corner of the building to the smoking area and saw a couple of her “smoking buddies,” as she liked to call them. Maybe talking to them would get him off her mind.

“Hi there,” Donna called. “How are you doing today?”

Laughing, she answered honestly. “Frustrated.”

“What’s the matter?” Donna asked.

“Oh, nothing important… it’s just Blake.”

“Ohhhhh….” She said. “Is he being a butthead again?”

“No, nothing like that… it’s nothing he’s done; it’s just something that’s frustrating me.” She would have loved to have been completely honest with Donna, but she didn’t want to be too honest and give away too much information.

“Well, so how’s work going then?” Donna asked, trying to change the subject since it was obvious that was all the information she was going to get.

“It would be just fine if I could concentrate. But my mind keeps wandering and then I look down and can’t remember what the heck I was doing in the first place!”

Donna laughed. “I have days like that even when I’m not frustrated about something else!”

After talking to Donna for a while longer, while she finished her cigarette, Suzi felt a lot better. Nothing like talking to another woman to get her mind off sex! It was like taking a cold shower. She realized that some women got turned on by the thought of another woman, but not her. Suzi’s spine would cringe every time the subject was even mentioned. She just did not understand how another woman could possibly turn her on… a woman is missing the most important part!

She went back in and tried to work again. She was able to get some work done for a while, until the mental images started popping up again. She found herself starting to hyperventilate and got embarrassed. What if someone hears me? She thought. Just to be safe, she went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. Sure enough, she was flushed and as red as a beet. Looking in the mirror at herself, she got an idea. A wonderful, delicious, naughty idea.

Going back into the office, she peeked into her boss’s cubicle. Oh goody, she thought. He’s not here… I can use the phone. So she called him.

“Hi babe,” he said when he answered.

“Hi honey. How are you?” she asked, trying her best to sound simply cheerful and not mischievous, which she had a tendency to do without even knowing it.

“I’m fine. How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright. A little tired, but what else is new?”

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Did you need something?”

“Not really,” she said, crossing her fingers against the little white lie. “I just called to say hi and I love you and to check on you and the kids.”

“Actually, the kids have been pretty good today, surprisingly. Syrina didn’t give me a problem getting ready for school and Caitlin’s gone, and Lexi’s just on the floor playing right now.”

“Oh good. That means you can maybe get some of that housework done today?”

This time he heard the inflection in her voice. “Uh… yeah… why?”

Suzi couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, no reason… exactly.”

Having been married for almost 3 years, he knew better than that. “Come on… out with it. What’s up?”

Fighting back a laugh, she told him, “Well… let’s just say I have a surprise for you tonight after the kids go to bed. And I’d appreciate it if you’d get that house cleaned up. You know how much it stresses me out to see it a mess like that.”

“Okay,” he said, drawing the word out in such a way that she knew he was suspicious. But he apparently was willing to play along. “I’ll get the house cleaned up. Am I going to like this surprise?”

This time she couldn’t help but sound downright naughty as she said, “You like all my surprises, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah…” he said, sounding downright dubious.

“Well then… just get what I asked done and you’ll see tonight,” she said, a huge grin on her face.

“Okay… I’ll do that. By the way, what time are you coming home?”

“Oh, I think I’ll be a little late today.”

“You working late?” he asked.

“Uh… yeah,” she answered, crossing her other fingers against another little white lie. If she’d told him the truth, she’d have ruined the surprise.

“Well, about how late do you think you’ll be? I was going to make dinner but I don’t want it getting cold on you.”

“Oh, I’d say about an hour, hour and a half or so.”

“Okay, well then I guess I’ll just see you then, huh?”

“Yup. And baby?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

She could almost hear the smile as he said, “I love you too.”

Surprisingly enough, once she got that idea in her head, it was much easier to work, even if she did keep thinking about it. This time, she’d just get a devilish smile on her face, and go right on working. It wasn’t as frustrating when she had a plan.

Of course, she had lied to Blake. She wasn’t really working late. She went shopping instead. First stop: the liquor store. She bought one bottle of wine to go with their dinner, a case of beer for him for later… or whenever he decided he wanted it, and a small bottle of tequila for her. Second stop: the lingerie store. It was a horribly expensive store, but every once in a while, she would splurge on the both of them and he always seemed to like the results of her shopping sprees. She selected one black, see-through babydoll nightie with marabou trim and a little game for them to play. At the check-out counter, she spied a small container filled with flavored lubricating oils and decided to get a few of them as well. They might not be necessary, but they would certainly be fun!

Feigning an intense need to use the bathroom, she ran upstairs as soon as she got home and hid her “special finds” in her drawer. He’d never look there in the first place, and certainly not before she got a chance to do something with them.

Coming back downstairs, she could see that he really did get the house done as she asked. This made her feel a lot better, because it really did stress her out to see the house when it was a mess. She worked a lot, working overtime almost every week, and didn’t always have the time or the energy to help; whereas he was home all day every day and while taking care of the kids was a full time job by itself, it didn’t mean that there was any excuse to not get anything done in a day.

Dinner was eaten, children were cleaned up, stories were read and children were put to bed. All the while, Blake would look at Suzi with a quizzical look on his face and she would just smile and attempt to look as innocent as she could… which was no easy feat, for she was feeling very, very naughty. But in a good way!

After having taken the kids upstairs and put them to bed, Blake came back downstairs and asked Suzi, “so? Where’s my surprise?”

“Now if I just threw it at you right now, would that be very fun?” she asked him, an evil gleam in her eyes.

Sighing, he agreed. “I guess not. But how long am I going to have to wait??”

Smiling, she said, “Not long. Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll clean up the dinner dishes. That way you’ll be able to have some hot water. You take such short showers that there should still be some left for me when you’re done.”

“Okay…” he said, reluctantly agreeing. She could see that he was getting anxious. But that was a good thing! She wanted him to get anxious… she’d been much more than simply anxious all day long!

As he went upstairs, she went to their computer and compiled a song list of love songs and set it to play continuously. Singing along to the music and anticipating his reaction when he finally did get to see his surprise, she did exactly what she said she’d do; she cleaned up the dinner dishes. Since he had a habit of making one-dish meals, it wasn’t that hard… but at least this way she kept herself busy and she helped him out a little bit at the same time.

She was just finishing up when he came back downstairs wrapped in only a towel. Seeing him like that, after having fantasized about him all day long, nearly sent her over the edge. But she took a deep breath and managed, somehow, to keep her cool. “You done?” she asked, smiling.

“Yes. Have you seen my shorts around here somewhere?” he asked, referring to the boxer shorts that he wore all the time.

“Did you check your drawer?” she asked, stating the obvious.

“No,” he said, laughing. “Why would I do that? That makes sense!”

“Well,” she said, laughing along with him, “I put your clothes away the other day so if they’re clean, they’re probably in there.”

“Are you going up to take your shower now?” he asked.

“I was just about to, yes.”

“Could you throw them down for me if they’re in there?”

“I certainly will,” she said, giving him a quick kiss. “If you’re going to use the computer, would you do me a favor and not mess with the music? I’d like to keep that playing.”

“Sure,” he said, sitting down at the desk, which is what she knew he’d do.

She went upstairs and, after throwing his shorts down to him, started taking off her clothes. Looking in the mirror, she wondered to herself again how he could find her so sexy when she found herself the exact opposite. But, as she always did, she realized that sexiness, or the lack thereof, is in the eye of the beholder. And she knew that like her, he found her sexiness had a lot more to do with who she was and not so much in the way she looked. She felt the same way about him. She liked the way he looked, but that wasn’t what turned her on so much about him. It was more the way he made her feel. After almost 3 years of marriage, she still got butterflies in her stomach just from looking at him. And that was just one of the things that made her still love him so much.

She jumped in the shower and tried to be as quick about it as possible… which wasn’t all that easy, considering she wanted to be perfect when he finally saw what she had in store for him. She washed and conditioned her hair, washed and shaved everywhere. She knew there wouldn’t be a lot of hot water left – there never was – and so she tried to hurry as fast as she could without slicing herself to bits.

Getting out of the shower, she closed and locked the bedroom door, just in case he decided he wanted to come in. She didn’t want him catching her getting ready for him – it would ruin the surprise! She brushed her hair, put on scented lotion, and put on her new negligee. Looking in the mirror, she decided she was about as satisfied with her appearance as she was going to be, and after putting on her robe over the negligee, she was ready to go downstairs. But first she had to find something to put the other “toys” into; she didn’t want to just hand them to him. That would be downright boring. She looked in their closet, and finding a gift bag, decided that would do. So, with gift bag in hand, she opened the door and descended the stairs. Every step brought back the anticipation she’d been feeling all day. She couldn’t wait to see his face when he finally saw what she’d planned for him!

She came into the living room and found him still at the computer desk. Clearing her throat, he finally turned to look at her. “Yes?” he asked.

“Are you done yet? Or do you not want your surprise?”

Faster than she’d ever seen him before, he closed down the programs he’d been running and came into the living room. She had hidden the gift bag behind her back, so he didn’t see it as he walked past her to sit on the couch. “Okay,” he said, grinning at her like a Cheshire cat, “where’s my surprise?”

She smiled back at him, debating what he should get first – the eyeful or the bag full? She decided that it might be best to give him the eyeful first… it would explain the bag full. She held out the bag and, putting it down on the floor, explained to him, “this is part of it, but it’ll make more sense if I give you this first.” Having said that, she stood up straight, and never taking her eyes from his face, she opened her robe and let it drop to the floor. She smiled, and almost laughed aloud, when she saw the look on his face.

“Wow,” was all he said – all he probably could say at the moment.

“You like?” she asked.

“Y-y-yeah,” he stammered, obviously drooling.

“Good. Because I have a confession to make.”

“What’s that?” he asked, never taking his eyes off her body to look at her face.

“I lied to you.”

“What?” he said, finally snapping up to look at her face.

She laughed. “I lied to you about working late. I went shopping instead… but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. Can you forgive me?”

“Forgive you?” he asked, in total disbelief. “Forgive you? Please – feel free to lie to me like that every day.”

Laughing, she bent down to pick up the gift bag. “As I said before, this is only half your gift. Here’s the other half.” She handed it to him and stood in front of him, watching his face to see his reaction.

He pulled out the game she’d bought and looked at her with aroused amusement in his eyes. “I thought you weren’t into ‘playing games,’” he said.

“Well… I’m not into ‘mind games,’ but this one looked like fun. I thought you might want to try it tonight.”

Looking up at her, he looked as devilish as she’d looked all day. “I’m not sure I want to play it tonight,” he said, “but it does look like fun. Maybe we’ll try it another night.”

Smiling down on him, she asked, “are you sure you don’t want to play it tonight?”

He looked up at her with a serious expression on his face. “This game is supposed to put me ‘in the mood,’ right?”

“Well, yeah, that’s kind of the point.”

He reached up and pulled her down to him. “I don’t need it,” he said, and kissed her.

Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung on to him, as if for her very life. He held her close and kissed her deeper… kissing her as if she were his life’s nourishment and he was a starving man. The kiss seemed to last forever… and yet it also seemed to be over way too quickly. He pulled away and looked her in the eyes, and she was already breathing heavily. She tried to speak, but her voice came out in a croak. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “There’s something else in that bag.”

“Oh?” he said, reaching for it again. He put his hand inside and found what she was referring to. “Ohhhhhhhh,” he said, looking at her with an evil grin. “What are these for?”

Sheepishly, she smiled at him. “For… whatever. I didn’t have anything specifically planned for them; I just thought they might be fun to have.”

“Well then,” he said, putting the bag aside once again, “we’ll just have to see if we come up with something, won’t we?”

Having said that, and not waiting for an answer, he reached for her again. She entered his embrace not only willingly, but eagerly. This is what she’d been fantasizing about all day long – what had distracted her to the point of insanity.

His warm, moist tongue entered her mouth, tasting at that moment like an aphrodisiac of the utmost strength. But honestly, she didn’t need one. He was an aphrodisiac all by himself. All he had to do was be there, and she was turned on.

His lips moved over her face to her neck, while at the same time his hand came up and started caressing and kneading her breast. She moaned louder, and clutched him against her as if for her very life. She could feel him smile against her skin as she was lost in the passion she felt for him. His hands – his wonderful, magic hands – never stopped their caressing while his kisses began to roam all over. He came back up to kiss her mouth, and then his head dipped down to kiss the area above her breasts, where her cleavage started. This sent chills up and down her spine, making her tremble with desire for him.

Her hands began to roam of their own accord… kneading his shoulders, arms, and neck… sliding down lower to play with the hair on his chest. Oh, how she loved his chest hair! There was just enough, in her opinion. Enough to play with, but not so much that he looked like a gorilla either. She had spent countless hours just playing with his chest hair. Just the sight of it turned her on. The feel of it nearly sent her over the edge.

He moaned softly and, grabbing her hand, guided it to the bulge in his shorts. She needed no more prompting than that. She began to stroke and caress his erection through the thin cotton of his shorts, while he took a nipple into his mouth and began to softly suckle her into oblivion. Lying back on the couch, she pulled him over her, so that he could easily reach all of her, and she him.

She reached into his shorts so that she could better touch him… to caress his erection, his testicles. She knew how much he loved it when she did that. And while she was the one fantasizing about him all day, she wanted to please him just as much as she herself wanted to be pleased.

The sensation of his mouth on her breast overcame her and she involuntarily arched her back, pushing her breasts in his face. Reaching lower with one hand, he began to caress her between her legs, finding that she was already wet. Hell, she’d been wet all day… but he didn’t know that. Slipping a finger inside of her, he began to slowly push it in and out, in and out… until she almost couldn’t take it anymore.

Suddenly he stopped, and after kissing her once again, asked, “Suck me?”

Panting, totally out of breath, she looked him in the eyes and said, “Okay, but would you stand in front of me? It’s easier.”

Without speaking, he stood up, pulling her to a sitting position at the same time. His shorts had long since found their way to the floor, so she was faced with his raging erection as soon as she sat up. Smiling, she first took it in her hands, and after looking up at him, she took it into her mouth. She had her own rhythm when performing oral sex on him… one that he seemed to enjoy. She started slowly, building up speed and pressure, and then when her jaw started to get sore – which it always did – she’d slow down again.

The minute her mouth closed upon his penis, he let out a sound that was half moan, half sigh, and dug his hand in her hair.

She smiled around him, for she knew that he’d do that eventually – but she didn’t think he’d have done it so soon. Using a combination of her mouth and her hands, she sucked, licked, and pumped his erection, bringing one hand down to caress his balls. Minutes passed, and he moaned while his hand twisted itself deeper into her hair. “Oh God yes, Baby,” he moaned. “God, don’t stop.” And stop she didn’t. She flicked her tongue across the head of his hot, throbbing cock while her hand continued to pump him into oblivion. “Come on, baby,” she thought. “Come for me. Come in my mouth.”

Finally she felt his penis begin to twitch. Furiously she started to suckle on the head of his cock while her hand wrapped itself even tighter around the shaft, pumping up and down as fast as she could. “That’s it, baby,” she thought. “Come for me. Yes, that’s it. Come in my mouth.”