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“Yeah,” He uttered, dismissively, and made his way to the stove, placing the plate on the top. Passing his wife, he got a whiff of her perfume. A scent he never smelled on her before. He liked it. Thought about stepping up behind her, putting his nose to her neck and breathing her in. Knowing he wouldn’t stop at that small gesture, kept him from doing it as guilt punched him in the gut. Not for what he was doing to his wife. But having sex with his own wife, knowing it would hurt Tilly. Jesus. What in the fuck was he doing? He was more worried about hurting his mistress than he was his own wife.
“They smell good,” Heather said, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. The smell hitting him stronger, a sweet vanilla with a hint of honey. Fuck, he loved the smell of her. His body tensed, keeping his arms in front of him, hands to the stove handle, he didn’t reciprocate the affection.
“Thanks.” Gage felt the vibration on his thigh, notifying him of an incoming text. His heart rate spiked a little, worried that his wife might reach into his pocket and grab the cell. He pushed his ass back into her. “Gotta move so I can get the potatoes before they burn.” Heather removed her arms from around her husband’s body and stepped back, moving to the fridge.
Pulling a bottle out, she held it up, “Wine?”
Gage glanced in her direction. For the first time since he returned, he really looked at her. Her bright blue eyes shining at him. Dressed in a tight blue sweater, the collar and cuffs edged with black beading. A snug black pencil skirt, fitted to her curves. Knee high black heeled boots disappearing underneath her skirt. Boots he bought her last year for her birthday. A sweater she bought when they had gone to the mall Christmas shopping. A skirt he loved on her. Finishing it all off with her hair haphazardly pulled into a knot at the nape of her neck and small diamonds on her ears.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Sounds good,” he finally answered, his voice tight when he did.
She cocked her head, “You good?” She asked, going to the cabinet and grabbing two glasses.
Gage placed the pan on top of the stove and answered. “Yeah, just tired,” he lied.
Right before they sat down, Gage said, pointing to the ceiling, “Gonna run up, take a piss, be back.” Not waiting for an answer, he moved from the room and took the steps two at a time. Once he was behind the bathroom door, he opened the message from Tilly.
When it comes to Justin’s hair, I’ll take what I can get. So, what are our plans for Friday? I have a few if you draw a blank. ; )
Gage’s lips tipped up in a sly smile.
Since it’s been a few days since I tasted your sweet pussy, I’m thinking that’ll be #1 on the list. Why, what do you have in mind? Gonna eat, message soon. ;)
He closed down the thread and cleared it from his background. He went to the toilet, flushed it, ran the water for a few seconds, then left the bathroom never using it. They were halfway done with their meal when Heather said, “I wanted to talk to you.” She paused, looking at him.
The bit of steak he was swallowing suddenly felt too large to move down his throat. “Okay,” he said, reaching for the glass of wine sitting in front of him. He took a hefty gulp.
Heather put her fork down and looked to her husband. She stared at him a few beats. “God, you’re handsome,” she whispered to herself. Gage smiled at her. “Beautiful even.”
Gage wanted to egg her on because he knew very well she didn’t come home early to talk about his looks.
Heather shook the fog she was in and said, “I did a lot of thinking when you were gone this weekend, about us.”
He felt a flush of heated guilt coursing through his body. His wife was home thinking about him and he was away fucking another woman. The devil took center stage as he sat back chanting over and over in Gage’s head.Ask me for a divorce. Ask me for a divorce.
“We’ve drifted somewhere along the line, and I want to find our way back.” Her voice was soft, her smile even softer.
Gage held the blue eyes he once loved getting lost in. Of all the times she could have come to him, she did it now, when he found happiness elsewhere. The guilt he was feeling turned to pain, an ache squeezing in his chest. Suddenly he felt as though he couldn’t breathe. The words sitting on the edge of his tongue.
“I love you,” she whispered through their silence.
He reached for his wine, chugging back the rest of it, and as the tart red flowed down his throat, it washed away the words resting on his tongue. He looked beyond her eyes, knew she meant every word she was saying. He also knew deep down in his bones if he asked for a divorce right now, it’d break her. Not only that, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to say them. He found himself reaching for her hand on the table, laying his hands above hers, and saying. “I like that idea.” And as the words spilled from his lips, he swallowed the bile that sat in the back of his throat.
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“Fuck,” Gage grunted as Tilly seated herself on his cock. “Feels like more than a week since I’ve been in your pussy,” he muttered against the column of her neck between kisses.
She moaned, loving how he felt. She’d thought about this all week. “Even a day is too long.” She panted, lifting off his cock before she pushed back down, her fingers curling into his shoulders as she found a rhythm.
Gage gripped her waist, helping with the cadence of her hips by thrusting up, meeting her. He held his eyes to hers while she rode his cock in the back seat of his truck, tucked behind the dumpster in the park parking lot. One hand slid from her hip to her clit, his index finger rolling it as he told her on a groan, “Harder.”
A whimper moved up her throat, she bit her lip, her hips moving faster, sinking down harder on his cock; the pressure of his finger on her clit had her panting. “Oh god.” Chills raced down her body as he drove her closer to orgasm. “I’m close.” She moaned.
Gage pressed her clit, rolling it hard, watching as her movements faltered as she grew closer to coming. “Fuck yeah,” he grumbled as her pussy tightened around his cock, her orgasm edging. “That’s it, baby,” he breathed out when her head fell back, and she started grinding on his cock.
The orgasm swept through her as she cried out his name, her eyes finding his when his thrusts picked up.
