Red Hot Letters to My Husband (6 page)

Tom handed me his present.

I eagerly unwrapped the small box and opened it to reveal a black opal pendant.  The deep black stone swirled with golden-green clouds and bright blue highlights.  “It’s exquisite.”

Tom motioned for me to turn around and he placed it around my neck.  “It reminded me of you.  Rich and vibrant with hidden depths.”  He placed a lingering kiss on my neck.

My whole body tightened in response.  Twisting in his arms, I thanked him with a luscious kiss.  “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I sighed in contentment before I handed over his present.  The latest
‘
Halliday Australian Wine Companion
,’
and a voucher for wine.  I knew he would have as much fun selecting the wines as he would drinking them.

With the gift giving over I bustled around the kitchen, making salads to go with the barbeque while Tom tidied up the back garden and BBQ area.
  It was a beautiful summer’s day with clear blue skies.  Perfect for lunch out on the deck and a game of cricket in the park afterwards.

The front doorbell rang and I opened it to find Megan, Chris and Michael.

“Merry Christmas.”  I gave a wide grin of greeting.

Three solemn faces stared back.

“We’ve got some bad news.  You better get Tom and come and look.”

Tom was already coming to the door, fresh from a shower.

“What’s up?”

Chris led us outside and gestured at Tom’s car.  He’d been the last one in and it was under the carport while mine was in the garage.  It was slumped forlornly on the driveway, its tires slashed.  Added to that was a wobbly scratch line that went around the entire car.

“Fuck,” Tom yelled.  It was all he allowed before he reined in control.

Thankfully, Michael had gone inside to join the boys.

“This is dreadful.  Why does someone keep doing this to us?”  Our letterbox had been broken the previous week.  We’d also had the glued locks.  No one else on the street had been bothered.   All the dead mice were starting to look suspicious as well, particularly since we hadn’t put any rat bait out nor had our neighbours.

“We’re calling the police this time,” Tom said grimly.  He went inside the house and picked up the phone.

“Maybe you should get a dog,” Megan suggested when we
ha
d all retired to the kitchen.  “It might act as a deterrent.”

“Cool,” Marc said.  The family room was right next to the kitchen.  He
ha
d paused the Xbox and peered over the breakfast counter.  It was amazing how they could ignore so much yet instantly focus when something was of interest to them. 
It was also amazing how they could instantly pause the Xbox when they wanted to but could drag it out when I asked them to do something. 
“I’d love a dog.  Can we get one please?”

I gave Tom a look and we had a silent conversation.  “If you help care for it then I think we can manage.”

“We’ll look after Christmas.  The RSPCA usually gets inundated with unwanted gifts.  We’ll see what we can find.”

Marc and Sean gave a massive whoop before returning to the Xbox
with Michael
. 

Chapter Seven

Naked Pussy

The five days leading up to our Friday assignation were filled with anticipation
on both our parts
.  Given he had no work to distract him, Tom focused on two things.  Upgrading our security and sex.  We already had an alarm system but Tom added more outside lights as well as motion activated cameras, both inside and out, that could be accessed from his iPhone.

When he suggested a camera in our bedroom, I gave him a smack, telling hi
m if the boys ever discovered any footage
, they’d be scarred for life.

On Friday afternoon, I walked in the door after dropping off the boys
at Mum and Dad’s place
. 

Tom immediately greeted me with a hot kiss as he started to strip me.

“Come on.  I’ve already run the bath.”  He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the main bathroom.  He was like an eager kid.  For the last five nights, he’d told me what he’d like to do to my naked pussy.  Given he was on holidays, he’d had plenty of time to think and he was proving quite amorous.  I’d certainly hit the jackpot with this idea.

I sank into the bath and Tom stepped in between my legs, using his knees to push my legs up and outwards.  My pussy rose so that it was half in and half out of the water.  The combination of hot water and cool air lapping at my spread slit resulted in a stab of pleasure.

Tom grabbed his shaving brush and lathered it up.

I looked on with interest.  I had just thought he would use soap.  The bristles of the brush would add another layer of stimulation.

Totally focused, Tom began to soa
p up my pussy with small circles
of his brush.  The soft but spiky stimulation soon had me heated up.

Picking up the shaver, Tom switched it on and ran it along my pubic hair.  The vibrations went all the way down to my pelvic bone.  My whole body quivered in response.  It was hard to stay still and not buck into the air.
  Only the thought of a sharp blade kept me in place.

For the next five minutes, Tom methodically and repeatedly ran the shaver over my pussy, spreading the lips to get better access when required.

“You look so pink and silky and welcoming,” Tom said hoarsely.  “I can’t wait until I lick you up.”

Obviously, he could because rather than getting out of the bath, he turned the shaver around and applied the blunt head to my clit.

I jerked in response, glad the sharp edges had gone.

Tom circled my clit several times before he dragged down the shaver and plunged it into my vagina.

The tiny vibrations spiralled out from the centre of my body, revving up the heat.

Tom flicked my clit while he thrust the shaver in and out until I came with a cry of pleasure.

“Time to eat pussy.”

We left the bath and towelled dry before moving to the bed.

Tom knelt between my spread legs and stared down at me.

I was spread open wide before him and his
smoky grey
eyes ran over my body.

“I’ve always loved your voluptuous curves and softness,” Tom murmured gently stroking my skin from my breasts down to my pussy, “but the exercise you’ve been doing has defined your curves more and it’s fucking hot.  I love it.”  He spread my slit wide.  “Now your naked pussy is the icing on the cake.”

Bending down, he licked along the swollen folds.

“Hmmm.  It’s like eating cream.  Smooth and rich and silky.”

Burying his face, he sucked my clit into his mouth.

“Yes,” I cried, arching off the bed.

Tom continued to lick and suck until I came again before he surged up and thrust his cock inside me.

“That feels so good.  Your naked pussy so open to my cock.”

Every time he slid in, he ground himself against me, as though relishing the feel of smooth skin.  Gradually, he picked up his pace until I screamed out another orgasm.

At the last minute, he pulled out and came all over my pussy then rubbed his cum over the naked flesh.

“My pussy,” he claimed hoarsely before collapsing to the side.

His declaration sent another wave of heat through me.  Best idea yet.

Chapter Eight

Yogurt Never Tasted So Good

I
ha
d hoped the fantastic sex over Christmas had turned a new leaf in our relationship but as soon as Tom returned to work he became distant
once again
.  He definitely had to do something about his E
xecutive
A
ssistant
, Rhonda.  I know he was trying to be considerate of her because of her divorce but enough was enough.  If she wanted to be a bitch she could do it in her own time.  I would say as much to Tom the next time we had a quiet moment together.

With that decided, I turned my mind to my next letter.  Since our last romantic get together had been focused on me, I thought this time I would focus on Tom.  This time it would be my turn to eat him up.  Since I was going to be in charge, I decided a short hot letter would be enough.

Dear Tom

I’m feeling hungry and your cock is on the menu.

Be prepared to be eaten when you get home tonight.

Love Sherry

On Friday afternoon, I prepared the bedroom with Coal bumbling around my feet.  At four months old, he was already large.  Given he was a
R
ottweiler crossed with a
L
abrador
he was only going to get bigger.  A sure deterrent for anyone who wanted to bother us. 
Unfortunately, the police had no leads regarding our vandal so deterrents like Coal and our improved security were essential. 

I leant down and gave Coal a pat on the head and he looked up at me with soft brown eyes. 
He was coal black with adorable ginger eyebrows and four ginger paws.  He had a not so adorable mouth that was intent on chewing anything he could get his teeth into. 

When I was finished I took Coal out for a walk in the hope of tiring him out so he’d have a good nap.  He didn’t like to be by himself and I didn’t want to listen to him whine while I was trying to get romantic with Tom.  Nor did I want him as an audience to keep him quiet.
The thought of two doggy eyes fastened on me while I writhed on the bed would be way too off putting.

Unfortunately, the moment Tom opened the door, Coal was wide awake and eager to greet his new master.
  He gambolled around Tom’s feet and gave a few wuffs of greeting before he gave a slobbery kiss of welcome to Tom’s hands.

“You better give him a pat and settle him down or we’ll never hear the end of it,” I said, disgruntled.  Honestly, it was nearly as bad as having a kid.

Fifteen minutes later, Tom made it to the shower and I grabbed the yogurt out of the fridge.

“Mmm, mmm.  Very delicious.”  I gave Tom a thorough perusal when he stepped out of the shower and dried off.  His chocolate brown hair was tousled and dark with moisture making me want to run my fingers through it.  When he bent down to dry off, the muscles on his legs and ass flexed and hardened and made me go wet.  All that power was used to drive into me.

“Come and lie on the bed so I can eat you up.”

Tom obediently stretched himself out.

I picked up the carton of yoghurt and painted it over one nipple using a spoon, deliberately scraping the metal over the sensitive tip.

Tom shivered.

Leaning forward, I began to lick it up.  It was my favourite vanilla yogurt, thick and creamy.  The addition of the hot cherry underneath was divine.  I swirled my tongue around his nipple and gently nibbled on it.

Tom rubbed my arm before reaching up to grab my hair and push down.  He couldn’t seem to help himself.

“This is my show.”  I quickly left the bed and returned with a scarf and tied his hands to the bedhead.

Tom groaned and yanked
at it futilely
.
  Unlike me, he didn’t like the loss of control.  However, he gradually relaxed.

“That’s better.”  I grinned down at his pliant form.

I painted the other nipple, his neck, and then dribbled some in a pathway down to his cock which was semi-erect.  When I finally applied it to his cock, it tightened and shrank in response to the cold.

“Let’s see if I can heat it up.”  I grinned and licked the length of his cock before sucking in the head.  Instant response.  When his cock was large, I dabbed on some more yogurt.  No shrinking this time.  I sucked in the head and it was divine.  Like eating hot sticky date pudding with the contrasting cold ice cream.

“That’s great Sherry but make sure you leave some for me to eat.”

“Do you want a turn?” I asked in surprise.  This was meant to be about him.

“Yes.”  He tugged at the scarf.  “Let me up.”

I reached up and released him and immediately found myself on my back.  Tom reached over and tied me up.

His erect cock became harder and I suddenly realised that this was what turned him on more than anything else.  Not just tying me up but being in control.  Even if I came up with the ideas, it was usually always Tom who was in control and that made me wet and hot.

“I never realised how dominant you are.”

“Is that a problem?” Tom asked as he painted a nipple with yogurt.  I flinched as the nipple pebbled from the cold.

“Hell no.  It makes me hot.”  I groaned and arched up into his suckling mouth.  My sensitised nipple exploded with pleasure from his hot mouth.  “It makes me feel free
.”  Even though I was the one submitting
, it was empowering knowing how focused Tom was on my pleasure and how that gave him pleasure.