Author note:
Thanks to Joko (Joko44 on Lit) for his magnificent help, especially as he wrote most of the second.... scene. You'll know.
Also to neegan for his!
Enjoy reading. If this is not your cup of tea, please move on.
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It was the very next evening. I was sitting in bed, Kim laid beside me. We had, at her suggestion, come to an agreement. No more fooling around with Toby the last few weeks he stayed at our house. I knew Kim was very much curious about Toby, so it was just as well to call it quits before anyone did anything stupid. She probably felt like that too, as curiosity can be a killer for anyone. Especially with me leaving soon. On Monday a week from now I would go to Italy and on the Friday it was planned for Kim to come over and join me, then we'd 'tour' Italy while popping buns in Kim's oven.
So now we were back to our normal. I was reading some novel about an unruly knight who had begrudgingly picked up a squire, and Kim was watching some European CS:GO tournament on her phone. I kinda wondered if she had any urges to go down to Toby at first, but as she was enthralled by Natus Vincere versus some Danish team, I concluded that Kim was perfectly fine with not playing around. Maybe she too didn't like how far it had almost come last night. She had said as much, and from how she acted I had to guess it was true. Not that I think Kim would ever lie, but your body can sometimes betray your logical interpretation.
"Maybe we should get a flat screen up here, too," I joked, turning off the lights at my headstand.
Kim grunted impatiently, trying to mostly focus on the match.
"G'Night," I yawned and turned to sleep.
I slept deeply that night, and woke up suddenly as if I had
just
fallen asleep. I realized I had had a dream about being thrown into prison. The horrible truth is that in the dream I had never done anything bad, but the fact that I was in jail made me feel guilty nonetheless. After shaking my head I realized that I wasn't actually in said prison. I was still in bed, Kim was sleeping beside me. So why couldn't I shake this feeling? Fucking dreams, man.
"Shit,"
I thought, and rolled outta bed.
"I must've been really tired."
I went down to the kitchen and started making coffee, finding two mugs. When I came back into the bedroom with each our mug, Kim was already awake, looking at me with a sleepy smile.
"Morning, handsome," she said.
I looked over my shoulder then back at her and we shared a chuckle.
"Me? Good morning yourself, then," I replied.
We lay in bed together for a bit, listening to each other breathe. Just soaking in the warm early summer morning, looking out at the scenic yard we had. Maybe we one day could get a gardener to something else than a giant lawn, but the green grass looked pretty good too. The smell of cut grass in the late spring, early summer was something I had come to love while moving to Indiana, contrary to our growing up in the trailer suburbs outside of Detroit.
After a while, Kim spoke.
"How are you, mister?" she asked.
"Fine," I said, and she nodded. "And you?"
"Me too," Kim answered, sipping her coffee. She reached over to me and squeezed my hand.
"Do you know what I woke up thinking about today?" she asked.
"What did you think about, babe?" I asked.
"The trip to Italy," she answered, still smiling.
I chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. We'll have so much fun together over there!"
"Yes, we will," she said determinedly, squeezing my hand again.
"I wonder if we could spend the whole day at the beach..." I said.
Kim giggled. "Oh yeah, that sounds great! I could lay in the sun all day long! And all the quality pizza and pasta right at our fingertips! Josh, we're gonna get fucking fat over there."
I chuckled again. "And you'll love it," I said.
After that I got dressed and went downstairs. I poured us each a new cup of coffee. Turning, I was greeted by Kim descending the stairs, wearing a pair of white shorts and a tight white tank top. She looked like she was already ready for the Italian riviera. Kim gave me a kiss and a hug.
"Are we ready to set sail?" I joked.
"Yes, mate," she said with a smile. "We're ready to go."
*
Kimberly was avoiding me. That much was clear to me. Maybe I should have expected it after what happened. But I knew Kimberly wanted it. I had entered her for two seconds, but I could tell how wet she was for me. How easily she would receive me. I knew Kimberly was curious. But again, now she was more or less ignoring me. Not even her nightly visits resumed.
Two can play that game, though. I can play hard to get too. I knew she stole glances when she didn't pay attention to her actions, when she thought no one was paying attention. While she was avoiding me, we still had some moments where we met each other alone. Monday morning she was doing laundry. I took the opportunity to pretend to check if my clothes were done washing. I saw it in Kimberly's look. Lingering hunger. She looked like she half expected something to happen, but I just ignored her without even looking at her. I simply checked the washer and left.
Something similar happened later that day, though way less tame. Kimberly was bent over in the kitchen, and of course I was staring. That ass was a magnet for an ass aficionado's eyes. She was fucking around in a drawer looking for something. When she bent up again and turned, she saw me standing looking, startling a bit. We met eyes, but when she might've expected me to do something I turned and left again. It was like she wanted me to do something. But no.
Tuesday until Friday I made sure to not even interact with Kimberly at all. I stayed in my room as I had work to do. Not work as in a 9-5, but as in developing a small mobile app. It would be the final brick in a wall I had been building for a while now. A wall with me and Kimberly on one side, Josh alone and clueless on the other. Basically, I got myself a second phone which would mirror Josh's. When they were in Nebraska, I borrowed his phone to hook it up. So when the opportunity presented itself, I would activate the app and Kimberly's messages would be relayed to my second phone instead. I had also made several commands that I could activate with codewords from my regular phone which would prompt different messages I had prewritten. Dedicated work gives sweet fruit, and I was plucking the sweetest of all the fruits.
On Saturday Kimberly was alone in the house with me for the first time in a while. Josh had muay thai and other activities, so I made a point of getting out to swim in my trunks when I saw Kimberly mow the lawn. She was wearing nothing but a tied up red shirt stained with sweat, and denim shorts reaching mid-thigh. When I say she was mowing the lawn, their lawn was so big they used one of those mini tractors. I could hear it approach every now and then as I swam.
I came out of the water after a few laps, to find Kimberly still working away. I walked towards her, and she stopped the tractor almost to get out before remembering herself. "Oh," she said, realizing I was staring at her.
"How is it?" I asked, nodding towards the lawn half mowed.
She looked out and then turned to face me again, smiling. "It's okay. My arms are aching pretty badly though. I think I'll take a break."
We both stood there for a moment. Her eyes were fixed on me, her body tensing up. The anticipation building. I knew she thought about what we'd be doing if this was a week ago. I'd have her on her back on the hood of the small tractor with her hips wrapped around my shoulders while I gave her a world of pleasure, fulfilling her needs way better than Josh would be able to. I liked that. Seeing her almost squirm in thought of what we could be doing right now. A part of her wanted me to. And just before she thought I would, I turned and headed back inside for a shower.
But just to be sure, I headed to the shower behind the kitchen. The one where I had fucked my hands while staring at Kim's naked perky tits for the first time. I knew she was used to using it after doing yard work, and if the luck was good today, she'd stop by today as well. I'd give her a good peek, but nothing more. As much as I would feel like pushing for more, it was important not to. I wanted us both to be built up for tomorrow.
So while I soaped myself, I made sure to give myself a raging hard on. It wasn't too hard, all I had to do was think about that hot wife out there all sweaty in her shirt and denim shorts.
"Oh, Kimberly... I'll have you moan my name in no time,"
I thought as I tried to envision her face as she would cum on my cock. Sooner rather than later. Time was running out.
Then the door cracked open. Just in time. Or rather, I was ready from the get go, all the soaping was done ages ago. I heard Kimberly enter the bathroom, so I stepped out in all my glory. I heard her gasp before I saw her. But when I saw her I almost went over and fucked her right then and there, damned the consequences. She had already taken off her shirt, and had no bra underneath. So for the first time in a while I saw her raw naked tits in front of me. My cock was pulsing in desperation for some Kimberly induced release.
Kimberly couldn't even break eye contact with my hard cock. She was so used to playing with it daily, now she hasn't since the weekend. Oh the horny slut was yearning for it.
I did my best to keep a straight face. "Well, hello," I said, trying to sound casual.
Her tongue must've gotten stuck in her mouth. She stared at my dick for a full 10 seconds before finally saying anything, "Oh... hi."
"What's up? Need a shower?" I asked, moving aside as if to let her pass. But she stood still. Like she didn't dare approach me.
