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“Yes,” she moans, a sexy sound that rises my arousal a notch, and curls her lips, squirming. “I love your cock.”
I believe her. She’s looking at me and touching herself, running her fingers through her folds, stimulating all those areas I just flicked my tongue through.
When I make it to the bed, she gets on her knees and comes to great me, pulling me into her arms. We both fall on the mattress, rolling naked and carefree, until I end up on top of her. She puts her hands around my neck, reeling me in, and my cock rubs against her belly.
I nip her lower lip, then release it with a pop. She wraps her legs around me, and reaches for my length, positioning it at her entrance. The moment I thrust inside her, we both moan in unison, rejoicing at the idea of being together again. We haven’t been together like this for a long time—the last time we tried, three weeks ago, doesn’t count. That was bitterness and revenge. This, right now, is love and connection. What I want the rest of our marriage to be. What we both deserve.
I look at her square in the eye, admiring the flicker of joy in her hazel irises. She’s always been beautiful—but when she’s fucking, she’s dynamite.
Groaning, I take one of her legs over my shoulder, so now, I can plummet deeper. She scratches her nails on my shoulder blades, and the awareness they bring to my flesh only entice me more. I slip out of her halfway then slam inside, harder, and a tear rolls off the corner of her eye. She works her inner muscles, her inner walls clinging to my meat, but I don’t let up. Again, I retreat then return, ramming her, and soon we find the perfect tempo, and we’re moving with each other, our bodies sweaty, our gazes still locked.
Then, she outsmarts me and moves her leg, and motions us to roll on the bed so she’s on top of me. I have the best view to this gorgeous woman, her full high breasts ready for me. I bring the right one into my mouth, licking her nipple, while cupping the other one.
“Oh yes… I’ve missed you so so much,” she says.
Ava moves so sensually, rocking her hips back and forth, playing with my hair as I suck her breast. She rides my cock violently, and I know there’s no way I can last much longer… not with her teasing me like this. My balls are heavy and I feel a coat of precum bubbling at the tip straight into her hot pussy.
She shifts her body a bit, and now my cock is thrusting all the way to the hilt. She sways her hips, eyelids half closed and lips parted. I take the lead and rock my hips, taking us to the kind of sinful mold one step closer to heaven. She. She is heaven.
“I love you,” I blurt out.
“I love you too.”
Within seconds, she comes undone. A wave of red spreads across her face and neck, and her breathing becomes labored. Her body trembles, and I feel her creaming even more around my cock.
Seeing her ignites my own rapture. I groan, and a strong, powerful surge drills through me, steadily, affecting my entire body. Saying her name, I release my hot load inside her, and she takes all of it.
We both drop to the bed, limbs entangled and bodies glistening. I hold her close, spooning her, kissing her shoulder. “I love you, Ava,” I repeat.
“Me too. I’m never letting you go,” she says softly, and my heart flips in my chest. This time, we both mean it.
***
Have you enjoyed Dirty Wife? Here’s an excerpt from Dirty Husband the next story in the Dirty Deeds series.
Hunter
“Thankyou for watching the kids. Are they in bed?” Susan, my wife of five years, asks Britney, the young, blonde babysitter who watched them for the evening.
I toss the car keys in the expensive wooden bowl at the console table. The twins are two years old, and about the only right thing in my life. Max and Charlie.
I watch Susan hand Britney some bills, and my gaze slides down the babysitter’s curvy, firm, ripe form. I’ve seen her several times in the past few months. Ever since the marital counselor told us to go on a weekly date to save our doomed marriage.
My sister Ava had some marital problems herself, with her husband Jack. That was a year ago, and they’re stronger than ever now, with a baby on the way. I doubt a stronger marriage will be the end game for me and Susan.
Each dinner convinces me we’re closer to Splitsville than ever. At thirty-seven, I can no longer lie to myself. It’s just buying time until I man up and face the truth. Maybe even Susan will agree—she’s the one trying too hard to keep this marriage intact, mainly because of the children. She also had an affair six months prior, a short one with an old flame, and I should have used that as my ticket out of the marriage, but cowardly, I caved when she begged me for forgiveness.
I definitely shouldn’t have married Susan.
But it seemed like the right thing then, to settle down and start a family. And my kids are my world.
“Hunter?” Susan calls me. “Can you please drive Britney home? Her car is in the shop and I’ve had too much to drink.”
“Sure. No problem.”
I pick up the key from the bowl and start striding to the door leading to the garage. The idea brings a sinful, lustful sensation to me. I start imagining her sweet ass swaying as she walks, but then shake my head. No. I don’t know anything about this girl. How old is she? Can’t be older than eighteen. No, she’s nineteen. I remember now—Susan mentioned—and also that she just started community college.
Besides, how fucked would it be to get turned on by the sitter? How cliché?
