Red Hot Letters to My Husband (5 page)

A closer inspection revealed a thin, clear film.  I tried to pick at it.  It was rock solid. 

What on earth?

Using the key, I
tried to chip away at the filmy layer
.  I managed to get the film over the lock to flake off.  Unfortunately, more was jamming up the lock itself.  It looked like glue.

I looked around the street.  No one was in view.

I walked around the back only to find the same problem.  Some asshole had
glued my locks and shut
me out of my house.

I pulled out my
mobile
phone and dialled the office.  “Hi Trish.  You wouldn’t believe what’s happened.”  I described my problem.  “Could you please look up the phone book and get a locksmith to change the locks?”

“I’ll call you back as soon as I’ve organised something,” Trish said.

I hung up and waited.  Five minutes later, Trish called back.

“I’ve got someone organised for three thirty.”

I looked at my watch.  It was just after two.  “I’ll come down to the office and wait.”

The office was less than a five minute drive away at the Hackett shops so I’d easily be able to make it back for the locksmith.

“I’ll make you a nice cup of tea,” Trish offered.

“Thanks
.  Y
ou’re such a darling.”  I hung up and dragged the shopping back to the car.  I would put the cold stuff in the office fridge.  I had some nice smoked salmon for dinner tonight along with vanilla bean ice cream to go with diced oranges and strawberries in an orange cup.  It was one of my favourite desserts that looked good, tasted good and only took a few minutes to prepare.

True to her word, Trish had a nice cup of tea ready for me when I walked in the door.  One of our relaxation candles was burning and I felt myself unwind a
s soon as I inhaled the scents of sandalwood with citrus overtones of bergamot and mandarin.
  I loved coming to the office.  It was such a supportive and friendly atmosphere.  With my two best friends
working there
it was like a second home.

“Have you called the cops?”
Trish asked.

I paused.  I hadn’t really thought about the police.  “I suppose it is vandalism,” I said slowly.  “It just seems so minor compared to other things they have to deal with.  I’ll keep the locks and if anyone else has had any problems I’ll give them a call, otherwise I won’t worry.  I won’t be claiming it on insurance because my threshold is fairly high to reduce my premium so I don’t need an official record.”

“Hackett is such a good neighbourhood,” Trish said in bemusement.  “I hope we’re not going to see a rash of vandalism.”

“So d
o I.  I don’t even understand why people do it
.”

Megan came out from her client and rubbed my shoulders to ease the tension from the senseless destruction of my locks. 

Trish left to handle the payment as the client emerged
.  It didn’t take her long before she was back
.

I spent the next hour chatting with Trish and helping mix some relaxation oils for massage.  Trish even gave me a hand massage so I was feeling pretty laid back by the time I arrived home.  After I’d paid the locksmith, I wasn’t feeling so happy.  It was hard to relax and get ready for my evening with Tom with this horrid incident rattling around in my head.  This was just one incident.  Tom was experiencing a myriad of them with his
Executive Assistant
.  No wonder he was so terse lately.

Determinedly, I forced my mind to clear.  This was all the more reason why we both needed to just forget about everything except each other for a few hours.  I was not going to let some delinquent child ruin my evening with Tom.

I was just emerging from my bath when Tom arrived home.  I’d left the front door open because I didn’t want to have to explain the lock and start out the evening with something so negative.

“Mmmm.”  Tom gave me an appreciative look.  “I can’t wait to fuck you tonight.  I’ll just have a quick shower and see you in the bedroom.”

Quick was the operative word.  Three minutes later he was standing before me in the nude, his cock already full.  “I’ve got something here you want to see,” he growled.

I smiled as I rolled off
the bed and knelt before him.

The supplicant position made me tremor with arousal.
  It appeared to have an effect on Tom too because his dick pulsed with arousal.

I lifted my hands and cradled his cock, admiring the flushed red stalk
emerging from its nest of dark brown curls.  I stroked my finger down the
veined ri
dges.  This
gorgeous cock
was what gave me so much pleasure when he thrust inside me and pulsed with his cum.  His cock head was purple and swollen and begged to be licked.

I swirled my tongue along the top, relishing its silky softness.  Pushing his cock against his stomach, I licked from the base to the tip enjoying the hard roughness compared to the tip.  Tom’s cock was gorgeous.  Thick and long and hard.

I closed my mouth over it, enveloping it in heated moistness.

Tom groaned and clasped his hands over my head.

“You look so fucking hot sucking my cock.”  His growly voice and heated words sent shivers down my spine and heated my pussy.

I swirled my tongue around the head and his cock pulsed in response, making me smile around him.  I knew exactly what he liked.
  I repeated the move several times until he was groaning his pleasure.

I released
his cock
head with a sucking pop.

“Spread your legs.”

Tom obeyed and I cupped his balls gently and rolled them in my hand. 

“That’s good sweetheart but I want your mouth on me again.”

I sucked him into my mouth, continuing to roll his balls.

“Christ.  I can barely stand.”

I could feel his
leg
muscles tensed and trembling.  Knowing I could do that to him made me feel even hotter.

“Enough.  I want you on the bed.”

I gave him one last swirl before I rose and lay back on the bed.  Tom knelt between my legs in a flash.  Using his hands he pushed my legs wide and nudged the entrance of my vagina with his cock.

“You’re so pink and flushed and swollen.  Pushing into you is like sinking into feminine heaven.”

His cock began to stretch me wide as he penetrated.  Sparks of pleasure radiated out from his cock.

“It’s so hot watching my cock sink inside you.  It’s like you suck me in and grab me and don’t want to let me go.”

“Your voice makes me so hot,” I moaned.

“Just my voice?” he teased as he flicked my clit with his fingers.

I bucked beneath him.  “Your fingers drive me wild and your cock makes me molten.”
  I was starting to get used to talking during sex, particularly when Tom prompted me.

Tom continued to torment me, keeping me on the edge but not letting me tip over.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me hard.”

Tom lowered himself and gathered me tight in his arms.  “There’s no escaping me now.”

I shuddered in ecstasy at his mastery.  At the heat and strength of him as he surrounded me.  At the hard, thick length of him pounding inside me.

It only took two strokes and I orgasmed.

Tom continued to pound into me and the orgasm seemed to go on and on until it peaked again as he pulsed with his own release.

As I said, what dildo or vibrator could do that?

Chapter Six

Merry Christmas or Not

Christmas day dawned bright and clear.  I woke before Tom and went to the bathroom before I went over to our bedroom door and locked it.  By the time I slipped back into bed Tom was stirring.

“Merry Christmas,” I chimed, handing him an envelope.  I was giving him the next letter early as a Christmas present so he could anticipate what was to come.
  I know I usually spent several days getting all hot and bothered while I thought about what was to come in our next Friday interlude.

Tom blinked himself
awake
and opened the letter.
  He looked totally delicious with his grey eyes soft from sleep and his tousled brown hair.  Unable to resist, I combed my fingers through his hair.

Dear Tom

My Christmas present to you this year will be to shave my pussy so you have complete unfettered access.  Now I don’t want you to miss out on the fun so I thought you could help.  Sort of like unwrapping the present.

First we’ll run a bath. 

When I climb in, I’ll spread my legs and you can climb b
etween them.  Then you can soap my pussy
and shave it off.

I’ve bought one of those vibrating shavers to make it easy.   Does the word, ‘vibrating,’ give you any ideas?  It certainly gives me some.  I’ll leave it up to you to imagine what to do with the shaver.  After all, you have a few days to think about it.

When my pussy is bare
, we’ll move to the bed, where you can lick and investigate the new me before you drive yourself inside me.

I’m looking forward to being naked with you.

Love Sherry

While he was reading, the sheet tented.

I smiled and slid downwards.

My tongue circled the plump mushroom head
of his cock
before I sucked it into the warm cavern of my mouth.

Tom groaned his appreciation.

I flicked a look up and saw his hands clenched around the letter.

I sucked him deep before I slowly dragged my mouth
along his length before I
sucked him deep again.

His cock pulsed, his legs twitched and he tossed the letter aside.

“Fuck, honey, you make me so hot,” he groaned.  He took my head and pumped me up and down his cock a few more times before he dragged me upwards.  “Mount me.”

I gladly obeyed.

The blunt head of his cock stretched my pussy
as Tom
plunged inside.  Sheer heaven.

I rose and fell, grinding my pussy onto his pelvis.

Tom grasped my hips.  “You’re
not fucking me, I’m fucking you,
”
he growled.

His possessive control sent a flush of arousal from my pussy up to my face.  It was like a wave of electricity, sensitising my whole flesh.  My nipples tightened in response.  My face grew rosy.

Tom slammed me down as his cock drove up.

I felt a pulse of pleasure.

Leaning forward, my
sensitised
nipples surged over his hair roughened chest as his hands continued to guide my thrusts onto his cock.
  His clasp was strong and firm and told me exactly who was in charge.

“So good,” I gasped.

“Yes,” Tom agreed.

With every downthrust, I felt a burst of pleasure inside and out.  It built and built until I finally clenched around his cock and cried out in pleasure
as I came
.

Tom groaned his own release, his face set in lines of ecstasy.  His hands
loosened and
stilled and I collapsed on top of him.

“I love it when you take control,” I murmured into his chest.

He stroked my head.  “I love it when your eyes glaze over and you totally give yourself to me.”

A pounding on the door stopped any further reverie.

“It’s Christmas.  It’s Christmas,” Sean yelled in delight through the door.  “Get up.  Get up.”

I raised my head and grinned.  “Well at least he didn’t do that while we were in the middle of anything.”

Tom slapped my bum.  “Get off.  You can have a shower while I face the terrors.”

By the time I’d left the shower, the boys had eaten breakfast and were waiting excitedly for my appearance so that
they
could open their presents.  Not that there were going to be any major surprises.  Xbox was mainly all they did, so Xbox games were what they got.  With an appreciative shout they immediately fired up the Xbox and began to play.

“Well, that will keep them out of my hair while I get ready for lunch.”
  There was nothing like using the Xbox as a babysitter.

As well as my parents, Megan, Trish and their families came over for lunch on Christmas Day.  It was a ritual
that
we started after Trish divorced Brad.  Previous to that, we
all used to
go over to Bradley’s parent’s house.  It was how I’d met Tom.  He was Brad’s cousin.  Tom was a year younger than me and I’d paid him little attention in his immature university days.  Then he’d gone overseas for a year before starting work and in those two years between sightings, he’d taken on an air of quiet confidence and control that had drawn me to him like a bee to honey.  Add a gentle twist of humour and
a romantic streak and
I was totally lost.