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“Is the cat calling the kettle black?” Despite my efforts, my thighs refuse to spread further because of the tight fabric.
My husband snickers. “The pot, not the cat.”
“Whatever.” I kick off a sneaker, free one foot from the pantleg, and curl my calfaround his waist.
Groaning, my hubby moves faster on my clit, which is already so turned on, I’m about to come.
As he cups my bottom, he tugs the wool tighter, and thrusts so deep, I shout. Luckily, he’s prepared and swallows my orgasmic scream.
With me still pulsing and sheathing his thickness, he groans and accelerates. My fingers at his neck, I push my face into his chest, and shiver. On the next thrust, he swells, I slide my hands lower, and as I dig in my nails, he sends us both to marital bliss.
I have no idea how long it takes to come down.
“Holy shit.” Unable to move, still hidden, I let him reach between my legs with a soft handkerchief.
When he steps back, his coat creates a curtain so I’m free to dress. Once I’m done, my smug husband tucks in his cock, and leads me back to the ongoing fair.
“Damn, girl. Do you make me crazy, or what?”
Still a little dazed, my head shakes back and forth. “I can’t believe I agreed to sex behind a Catholic School’s fundraiser booth. No question about it, I’m going to hell.”
“The sinners have much more fun.” Sebastian’s grin makes me want to return for round two.
Instead, I squeeze his hand, and kiss his swollen lips. “Mmm… Billy Joel concluded,only the good die young.”
My navy man’s laugh comes from deep within his chest and he doesn’t bother to lower his voice. “Wahl, if that’s the case, I figure I’ll be fuckin’ you until we’re old and gray.”
Chapter 26
Suds
Opening the front door for my mother-in-law, I glance at my phone, and call out. “Sugar, you ready to go? Your mom’s here.”
My wife exits the bathroom and takes my damn breath away, since she’s wearing heels tonight. My sweetheart's flimsy red dress has a sexy slit, exposing her thigh, making me think of a dozen ways to push it aside for some urgent party-closet-sex.
After I help her into her jacket, I slip on my long wool coat, and wink.
Her face as rosy as her lipstick, she turns to Donna and gives her a cheek-kiss goodnight. “Mikey’s asleep, and don’t wait up, Mom. The party could last until three, or even four.”
My hand on Sam's lower back, I escort her to the waiting Uber. As we sit, the opening in her dress rides high, and my eager johnson swells.
“Let’s ditch this shindig and find a hotel, babe.”
My sugar lifts her lips to my ears, blows warm air, and bites the sensitive edge. “Our friends are expecting us, and we RSVP’d. Can't you keep yourcazzo d’orozipped up for a few hours?”
“Wahl, if you wouldn’t wear such easy, fuck-ready dresses, my golden cock would wait.” Not wanting to mess up her face paint, I squeeze her thigh and let my thumb wander up to caress her panties.
By the time we arrive at Talon Bar, her pebbled tits point through the light fabric of her dress. Before I can find a spot to have our quickie, the Patten wives pull her to their table and the men drag me out on the terrace.
The redheaded owner, dressed in holiday black, takes my order as I gaze up at the bulbs strung everywhere. “Beautiful Christmas decorations, Emily darlin’.”
“Sorry, they’re non-denominational holiday balls.” At her wink, the guys within earshot start laughing.
“What about the tree?” I gesture at the flashing lights and ornaments in the corner.
A giant Australian and one of my best friends answers, pouring his accent on extra thick. “That, mate, is what'cha call a winter festivity bush.”
“Good to know.” Waiting for my local craft beer to arrive, I unconsciously check the branches for missing digits.
