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He didn’t stop, continuing to stroke her with a
pleasure that bordered on pain. She couldn’t take anymore. She’d lose herself,
dissolve in pleasure, if he didn’t stop, and she had to have him inside her.
Grabbing his hair, she tugged, finally pulling his mouth off her throbbing
clit.

“Now, please,” she begged. “ I need you inside me
now.”

~~~~~

He was so hard; he was afraid he’d explode. Watching
his wife lose control, feeling her cunt clamp down on his fingers when she came
was amazing. She cried out for him, screaming his name in pleasure, and his
heart and cock swelled. He wanted to go on forever, touching her, tasting her,
but she pulled at his hair hard enough the he had to look up.

Her breasts were heaving, her face flushed with
pleasure, and her eyes were huge and wild with desire. He’d never seen her look
like that before.

“Now, please,” she begged.

He moved without thinking, hunger and his need to
please her driving everything. He climbed up her body, kissing her sweat damp
skin as he went. Raising himself over her, he looked at her, willing her to see
how much he wanted her. Her skin bloomed with a rosy blush, and her eyes shone
bright.

“Oh God, I love you,” she whispered, her breath
breathy and soft.

“I love you, too, baby.” Keeping his gaze locked on
hers, he slid inside her and started to move.

~~~~~

This wknd. U & me. All kids gone sat. morn. –
sun. aftn.

He read Christine’s text again and all the blood in
his body headed south. It had been over a week since their snow day, and they’d
made love almost everyday. With the kids, work, and everything else going on,
there hadn’t been as much time to explore as he would have liked. It looked
like that would change this weekend.

He loved that she’d arranged for them to have the
house to themselves even if it was just one night. Over the past week she’d
opened up to him, and their lovemaking had been hot and sweet and better than
it had ever been.

Since she’d gone to the trouble to arrange to get the
kids out of the house, he ought to do something. She’d seemed more comfortable
with her body this week, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate it if he bought
her lingerie. He wanted to give her something sexy, but he didn’t think toys
were right either. He leaned back in his chair and looked out his office
window. There had to be something. Maybe jewelry. He thought back to that night
a week ago and how open she’d been to him. Even before they made love, she’d
shaved for him.

And just like that he knew exactly what he was going
to give her.

Twenty minutes of searching the internet later and the
package was on it’s way.

U R MINE sat. sunrise – sun. sunrise. Don’t make
plans.

He hit send and smiled, immensely pleased with
himself.

~~~~~

“My God, you’re a sex kitten.”

Christine stared dumbstruck at her reflection in the
salon mirror. She didn’t recognize the woman with the kohl rimmed eyes and
crimson lips.

Jonathon, the stylist her girlfriend recommended,
stood behind her, fussing with the halo of big loopy curls he’d magically
created out of the dull ponytail she’d walked in with.

“Say something, darling. You have to love it.”
Jonathon bent so his face was beside hers and stared at their combined
reflection. “You look like a cross between Jane Russell and a dark-haired Marilyn
Monroe—very pin up girl. You are going to be your husband’s boyhood wet dream
come to life.” He swirled the cape that protected her clothes off of her and
looked down at her brown tweed trousers  and sensible flats and wrinkled his
nose. “Well, after you change clothes. Darling, speak.”

“Jonathon, you are an artist.” He beamed, and the
sexy, pouty lipped woman in the mirror smiled back at him. She caught her
bottom lip between her teeth, and a jolt went through her when the woman in the
mirror did the same thing, She still had trouble believing it was her
reflection.“It’s so much more than I’d imagined,” she said as much to herself
at to him.

Everything this past week had been more than she’d
imagined. Jack had been tender and attentive, and she’d bloomed, opening for
him. He told her she was beautiful, and she believed him.

He made sure she came at least once when they made
love, teasing her and helping her masturbate to orgasm before sliding inside
her or stroking her to climax with his hand if he came first. She couldn’t get
enough of him. She had to have him in her pussy or in her mouth. The more
attention he paid to her, the more she wanted to please him. Twice during the
week she’d dropped to her knees while they were sitting on the couch watching TV
after the kids went to bed. She’d sucked him until he was hard and then
straddled him, taking him deep inside her. She loved that position even though
it was difficult for her to have an orgasm that way. But Jack could suck on her
nipples and she could grind her clit against him while she rode him. She could
tell it excited him to have her take the lead, too, and his excitement fed
hers. It was one of the reasons she loved giving him head.

In fact, she’d planned to wake him up that way this
morning, but he and the kids were gone before she got up.

He’d left her a note saying he’d drop the kids off at
their respective friends and she should meet him at the Reading Room, one of
her favorite restaurants, for lunch. Since she had the morning free and had to
go downtown anyway, she’d called Jonathon and he squeezed her in for makeup and
a haircut.

She glanced again at her reflection in the windows on
her way out of the salon, amazed at the difference an hour could make. He was
right though. The red lips and bombshell curls didn’t match her brown pants and
bulky sweater.

Glancing down at her watch, she decided she’d be a
little late for lunch.

~~~~~

Jack checked his watch for what felt like the
eighteenth time. Where the hell was she? He didn’t want to waste anymore of
their time alone together. He hadn’t wanted to leave her this morning, but he
figured the surprise he had waiting in the hotel room upstairs would make up
for it to both of them.

He set down his wine glass and reached for his phone.
Maybe she hadn’t seen the note; although that was hard to imagine.

While he listened to the phone ring he glanced at the
door. A gorgeous, voluptuous woman stood in the entrance and scanned the room.
Her red wrap dress hugged every curved before stopping just above her knees.
Her shapely legs ended with four-inch black stilettos.

His admiring smile turned to shock as the woman walked
toward him. Chrissy. It was his Chrissy. His phone clattered to the table and
he scrambled to his feet, catching his chair before it fell over. The beautiful
creature walking toward him was his wife. She stopped in front of the table,
looking unsure.

“Jack?” A wrinkle creased her brow.

“What did you do?” He could barely get the words out
of his mouth.

Her face fell. He immediately realized his mistake,
but he was so shocked his tongue felt thick and awkward.

“You don’t like it?” He couldn’t stand the quaver in
her voice and hurried to get control of himself.

“Like it? No, baby, I don’t like it. I love it.” He
reached for her, leaning in to nuzzle her ear. “I love you. You look amazing.”

Her face lit up, and he helped her to her chair.

Lunch was delicious, but he had to keep reminding
himself to talk. His wife sat across from him, looking so luscious, and his
mind would drift to the surprise he had waiting upstairs for her. He watched
Christine’s tousled curls bounce as she laughed at something and said a silent
prayer of thanks for the accident that led them here.

~~~~~

“Where are we going?” she asked as he led her away
from the parking garage and toward the entrance of the hotel attached to the
restaurant.

“It’s a surprise.” He kept his hand firmly on the
small of her back as he guided her past the front desk and to the bank of
elevators.

She started to ask how long he’d been planning this,
but as soon as the door slid shut behind them, his mouth covered hers. He
pressed her body against the elevator wall and cuffed her wrists with his
hands. Staggering a little in her new shoes, she struggled to stay standing
while he kissed the breath out of her.

Much too soon, the elevator dinged and the door slid
open. Jack let go of her hands and pulled her in next to him, as an older
couple got in the elevator with them. Jack smiled down at her tucked under his
arm, and she stifled a giggle. It looked like he was wearing as much lipstick
as she was. Making out in a hotel elevator in the middle of the day, it
probably looked like they were having an affair not like they’d been married
for sixteen years.

The elevator dinged again and Jack led her into the
hallway, cupping her bottom playfully before winking at the couple still in the
elevator.

“Jack!”

“What?” he said, feigning surprise. “They just wish
they were us.” He swatted her butt and urged her down the hall. “Get a move on,
baby. I want you behind closed doors and out of that dress.”

His tone was teasing, but it still sent a shiver
running through her.

He pulled a key card out of his jacket and ushered her
into an elegant room. The bed, piled high with pillows and a snowy white duvet,
dominated the room, but there was also a small table and two chairs off to the
side. In the center of the bed sat a small stack of boxes: a garment box and two
jewelry boxes tied with wide purple satin ribbon. Pink rose petals were
scattered everywhere. Her heart jumped in her chest.

“When did you do all this?”

“Early today. I wanted it to be special.”

“Oh Jack.” She reached up and tangled her fingers in
his hair, pulling him to her for a kiss.

“Wait,” he said, breaking the kiss. “I want you to
open your presents.”

He brushed petals from the seat and guided her to the
chair. She loved that he kept touching her. He didn’t seem to be able to keep
his hands off of her.

“Here, open this one first.”

He handed her the largest box. She untied the ribbon,
nervous about what might be inside. She’d never been comfortable with him
buying her clothing. The ribbon fell away and Jack picked it up and tucked it
inside his pocket. Christine opened the box and lifted out a short cranberry
silk robe.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” She set the box aside and
stood holding the robe in front of her. It was one of the few pieces of
clothing she’d be comfortable with him giving her, and it touched her that he
realized that. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

Jack stepped behind her and gathered her against him.

“I want to see you wearing nothing but the robe and
those shoes.” He murmured the words against her ear and she trembled in his
arms. He kissed along her neck, biting gently at the base of her throat. He
cupped her breasts and she let her head fall back against his chest, arching
into his palms while his mouth teased her neck. She felt his erection through
the silky fabric of her dress, and she pressed her bottom back against him.

“Dress off now,” he growled. He eased back from her
and tugged the zipper down on her dress. “This is new,” he said when he exposed
the black lace of her bra.

Before she could answer him, he’d unfastened the
hooks. She cupped her breasts to hold her bra and dress in place while he
continued to lower her zipper. His answering moan when he revealed the matching
panties and stockings made figuring out the garter belt more than worth it.

“Good God, Chrissy,” he said, stroking his fingers
over his lace panties.

Still holding her dress and bra to her breasts, she
looked back over her shoulders at him. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” He grabbed her hips and pulled her tight
against his hard cock. “Yes, I like it.” He caught her earlobe between and bit
gently. “But anymore surprises today and I think you’re going to kill me.” He
covered her hands with his. “New plan. Leave the garter belt, stockings and the
shoes on.”

“Yes, sir,” she teased. “Whatever you want.” She
stepped away from him to go to the bathroom to change, but he stopped her.

“You can get dressed or undressed.” He leered at her
playfully. “Out here. I have to get something ready in there.”

Before she could ask him what he meant he’d
disappeared into the bathroom. She shimmied out of her dress and bra and slid
on the robe. The silk felt glorious against her skin, shifting from slick
coolness to delicious warmth as it rested against her skin, She kicked off her
new panties, grateful the woman at the lingerie store had warned her to put the
panties on over her garter belt.

Standing there draped in cranberry silk wearing her
fuck me shoes and stockings, she felt sexy and alive. She didn’t have to wonder
whether Jack wanted her; he’d shown her he did. And she believed him. She’d
seen the way he and the other men in the restaurant for that matter had looked
at her. She didn’t have to lose twenty pounds. She didn’t have to change
herself to be desirable. She simply had to embrace the sexuality that was part
of her womanhood and stop pushing it aside.

She was standing in the middle of the room channeling
her inner Marilyn and trying to figure out how to pose for him when Jack came
in carrying a bowl of water, a stack of towels and a razor.

~~~~~

He hadn’t expected to be so nervous. When he set up
this big seduction, he’d felt so in control. He thought he’d be the one
soothing her nerves. He was used to being the dominant partner. Instead, she’d
transformed herself into some kind of pinup girl. It set him completely on
edge. She was his Chrissy, but somehow more.