Red Hot Letters to My Husband (8 page)

“I got a phone call today.  Your lover told me how you laughed about me while you enacted my letters with her.”

Confusion etched his brow.  He was an excellent actor.  Then again, he’d have to be to keep me fooled all this time.  “Sweetheart, tell me exactly what happened.”

I repeated the phone call.

“Sherry.  I swear to you, I have never had an affair.  I love you,” Tom said earnestly.  “This is some sort of prank.”

I wavered.  He looked so genuine.  “Bradley said the same to Trish when she first accused him.”

“Bradley is an asshole,” Tom repeated Megan’s character analysis.  “I would never do that to you.  This woman didn’t even name herself.”

“How did she know about the letters?”

“I don’t know.”  Tom raked his hands through his hair.  “I only had it in my briefcase on Fridays.  After that, I put it in my bedside drawer.  Check the drawer.”

I turned and stalked back to the house.  The letters were still in the drawer.  I told Tom as much when I came back. 
Although a disturbing thought hit me.  What if the stalker had somehow managed to get inside the house and rifled through our drawers?

“Maybe someone saw it in my briefcase and read it.  It wasn’t locked all the time.”  Tom paused.  “Rhonda.”  He said the name with loathing.  “What did she sound like?”

“Her voice was low and sultry.  It could have been her.”  I’d never met Rhonda but I’d heard her voice over the phone plenty of times.  It had sounded a bit like her but with a deeper intonation.  My doubts began to solidify.  It sounded like the sort of spiteful thing the vindictive Rhonda would do.  And having an affair did not sound like the sort of thing Tom would do.  Even Megan had difficulty believing he’d do something like that.

“Please let me in sweetheart.  You’re everything I need.
  I swear to you I’ve never been unfaithful.  Why would I?  You’re so sexy and giving and just downright perfect for me.
”

I latched on to the calm control in his voice.  He was like a rock in a turbulent sea.

I flipped the lock.

Tom immediately entered and swept me up into his arms.  “I love you.  Don’t ever doubt that.  I can’t prove it was Rhonda who did this but I’ve had enough with her.  On Monday, I’m going to talk to Greg and ask him to transfer her.”

I tentatively held on to him.  It was hard to let go of the anger.

“You poor thing.  You must have been so upset.”

His words opened up a floodgate of tears.  “I was,” I sniffed.

Tom cuddled me and spoke soothing words while he patted my back.  “How about we have a bath and a glass of wine to relax?”

I nodded against his chest.

Tom ushered me into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine before he disappeared to run the bath.  This caring, loving man did not act like an adulterer.  I relaxed a little more as I took another sip of wine.

Tom came back nearly undressed, his tight black boxers outlining his trim waist.  I sighed in pleasure.  I loved looking at him.  His hard planes complimented my soft curves to perfection.  He was my other half.  The thought of losing him was devastating.  I would not let that bitch of his
Executive Assistant
tear us apart.

“Come on.”  Tom drew me to my feet and led me to the bathroom.  It was steamy and fragrant with one of Balaflame’s romantic bath oil blends.  I inhaled deeply, letting the sweet, musky fragrance work through my body.  Tom took my wineglass and put it on the ledge near the bath before he turned around and slowly dragged my zipper down.

“I love the line of your back.  I love how your neck looks so vulnerable.”  He bit down on it gently.

I shuddered.

“I love how it leads down to the flare of your hips.”  Tom dotted kisses along my spine as he dragged my dress down. 

I hadn’t even stepped into the bath and I could feel my skin heating.

Grasping my undies, Tom dragged them down.  “I love how you have two dimples at the top of your ass.  It always looks as if your ass is smiling and happy to see me.”  He pressed a kiss on said dimples.  “I love your delectable ass.  So soft and inviting.  It was made for biting.”  Tom gently nipped the soft globes.

I felt like I was going to melt.  Surely no man who was having an affair would talk like this.

He rose and unhooked my bra.  “I love pressing myself to your back, peering over your shoulders and looking at your bountiful breasts.”  He let the bra drop and massaged my boobs.

I groaned and sank back against him.

“You’re so fucking hot, Sherry.” He stepped back.

I muttered a protest.

He smiled.  “Into the bath.”

I eagerly obeyed.

Tom stepped in behind me and I sank back into the cradle of his legs.  I could feel his erection pressing into my back and I wriggled against it.

Tom groaned his pleasure before he clamped his legs against me, stilling me.  “Relax sweetheart.”

How could I relax?  My heart was thrumming, my skin was flushed and my pussy was aching.

Tom brought his hands up and started rubbing my shoulders with long, soft strokes.

“Relax.”

I let my head roll forward in compliance.  Tom would move at his own pace.  When he decided to take control there was nothing I could do to stop him or sway him from his path.

Tom continued to stroke my neck and shoulders and the ache in my pussy settled down into a gentle yearning.  When he felt I was settled he drew me out of the bath and patted me dry softly .  My whole body was tingling.  Ready.  Tom quickly towelled himself off and then took my hand and led me to our room.

Pillows had been placed on the floor and his tie was draped over the bed.

I stopped and my eyes flew to his face.  He was going to enact my letter.

“Do you trust me Sherry?” Tom asked huskily.

He had never given me any reason to doubt him.  One call from a crazy woman could not wipe out years of devotion.

“Yes,” I said, giving myself completely to him.

“Turn around.”

I offered him my back.

Tom pulled my hands backwards and tied them together with the tie.  When he was done he pulled me back against me and sucked on my neck.

The ends of the silky tie draped over my hands and I rubbed them against the thick length of Tom’s cock.  It was like silk over steel.
  His cock pulsed in appreciation of the silky caress.

“Kneel on the pillow.”

I sunk down to the floor
.

Tom moved in front of me.  His cock was erect and flushed a rosy hue.  The mushroom head was a deeper colour and glistened with a spot of pre-cum.

He enclosed the base of his cock with one hand and brought the plump head to my lips and rubbed it across.  I moistened my lips and the head rubbed across like silk over satin.

“Open your mouth and suck my cock,” Tom said in a raspy voice.

Slowly, I parted my lips and gradually enveloped the head.

Tom grasped my head with both hands and pumped me up and down several times.  He kept it shallow, concentrating on the sensitive tip and I rolled it around my mouth.

“Your mouth is so hot and moist,” he panted.  “Enough.”  Tom pulled my head ba
ck before he knelt and pushed me down
to the ground.

The blood rushed to my head.

“I’m going to eat you now.”

He came behind me and licked along my pussy.  “Not enough access,” Tom mumbled.  He grabbed a small pillow and placed it between my legs before he lay on his back and sucked my clit deep into his mouth. 

The blood rushing in my head competed with the blood rushing to my pussy and the increase in sensation was intense.  All I could manage was an incoherent moan of pleasure.

“Like that, do you?” Tom asked.

Another moan.

I could feel his shoulders pressing against the soles of my feet and another point of pleasure added to the sensations racing through my body.

Tom continued to suck as he slid a finger inside my pussy and started to glide it in and out.  My pleasure ratcheted up another level. 

“So good.”  I finally managed a coherent phrase.

Tom picked up the tempo and my body rode his finger, rolling backwards and forwards.  A slow burn began in my knees and quads but was quickly replaced by a greater burn in my pussy.  The feelings of ecstasy gathered in the centre of my body and I cried out with my release.

Tom rose up behind me.

“Your pussy looks so hot when it’s so swollen and engorged.  I can’t wait to feel its moist tightness around my cock.”

His cock head pushed against the entrance to my vagina and pleasure rippled out from the area.  I ached to be filled.

My face was pushed into the pillow and only my mouth was free to breathe.  All my body could focus on was the feeling of Tom’s cock as he stretched me wide.

“Yes.  Oh, yes.”

Tom pushed in all the way and I spasmed with pleasure.

He grasped my hands and I felt his heat, his strength, his control.

Using my hands for leverage, he began to thrust inside.  The slap of his legs against mine and the feel of his cock fucking deep inside was amazing. 

One hand slipped down, gathered juice and slid inside my ass.

The shock
of anal penetration
slowed me down before another layer of pleasure added to the intensity.  My back arched as he drove into me deeply with his cock and finger.  It made me tighter and fuller.

“I can feel my cock stroking inside you,” Tom said hoarsely. 

My body heated another level at the imagery.

“I can feel myself getting bigger.  Come with me Sherry.”

With a cry, my pussy and ass contracted around the double invasion.

Tom gave a shout of release as hot thick cum spurted inside me.

We panted in unison from our release.

Tom pulled out and collapsed on the floor beside me before pulling me up over onto his body.

I snuggled against him, letting him hold me in place.

Eventually, Tom slid his hands down my arms and untied me.

My arms fell heavily down.  I sighed in relief from the release of tension.
  Not that I’d noticed a thing while we’d been making love.

I stretched
and flexed my arms
before sliding
them
up and grasping Tom’s shoulders.  “I love you.”

Tom lifted my chin and gazed intently into my eyes. 
“I love you too.  I’m you
rs.  Always yours.”

The phrase from my letter made me smile.  I nestled my head back on his chest and idly caressed him.  “Good, so you won’t be angry when you get the next credit card statement.”

“I hate to ask.”

“I was so mad when I thought you cheated on me I had the locks changed this afternoon.”

Tom snorted.  “That’s why I wouldn’t cheat on you, even if I wanted to, which I don’t,” he reassured me earnestly.  “I wouldn’t want to wake your temper.”

I kissed him.  “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

His face turned dark.  “Rhonda has a lot to answer for.  This meddling in my private life is the last straw.”

Chapter Ten

Snap

“Well, it’s done,” Tom announced
on Monday evening.  “Greg has agreed to the transfer.  Rhonda should be out of my hair by the end of the week.  Do you know, she came up to me this morning
and asked me how my weekend was?
”  His face was indignant.  “The look of disappointment on her face when I told her it was good made me want to strangle her.”

“Thank goodness she’s going.”

Tom nodded.  “As soon as she heard, she miraculously became sick after lunch.  I doubt I’ll see her for the rest of the week.
  At least, I certainly hope so.
”  His attention focused on the TV.  He found the remote and turned it up.

The report was on a leaked cabinet document.

“Great.  That’s all I need.  It’s one of the documents that I’m working on.  No doubt they’ll have an investigation.  Something else to eat into my time.”

I gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze.

“Well, hopefully you’ll have more time when you get your new
Executive Assistant
.  Let’s just hope she is as good as Sue
used to be
.”

On Wednesday, I went for my regular run with the boys.  Thankfully, March had brought some cooler weather so I didn’t feel as though I was going to melt at every step.  As soon as we entered the reserve we veered left and immediately started into a jog.
  We were getting pretty good now and could sustain a half hour run without any breaks.

We hadn’t gone very far when a woman came into sight.  Her face was flushed and her breathing was ragged.  Poor thing looked like I had felt when I first started running with the boys.