“Let’s go, stud. Your admiring
throngs await.”
She followed him down to the garage and
didn’t say anything until he had the car started and they were on
the way to the ceremony. “You know I can see you drooling over that
girl, right?”
He smiled at her. “I’m sorry. It’s hard not
to. However, you have nothing to worry about, babe. I’m not
interested in anyone but you.”
“Oh, it doesn’t bother me. You’re a man. You
can’t help but look. It’s the faulty wiring in your brain. What
matters is that you’re faithful. I know you’d never stray and that
means a lot to me. Hell, I’m not immune to her looks, either.
Jesus, did you see those legs? I’d kill for a figure like hers. If
I weren’t married and ten years older than her, I’d probably make a
move on her.”
He laughed. “That says a lot, considering
you’ve never shown any interest in women before.”
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you
think. There were several times in college when I considered
experimenting. Maybe we can do a little role-playing when we get
home. I could dress up in a nice tight skirt and pretend to be
Amber. You could seduce me and try to talk me into having sex with
you. And your wife. I could beg you to put a baby inside me.”
The thought of that almost made him turn
around. His heart literally skipped a few beats and his cock was
rock hard. A fact his wife didn’t miss.
“That turns you on!” An ill-timed giggle
ruined her tone of accusation. “You want to bang that young thing
and imagine her going down on me! Do you know what that makes me
want to do?”
“Slug me?”
“Hmmm. There’s an idea. But what I was going
to say is that I want to go down on you while you’re driving, but
that wouldn’t be safe,” she said virtuously. “So, be a good boy and
then we’ll go crazy when we get back home.”
The awards ceremony wasn’t nearly as boring
as he’d feared. Of course, part of that was because he was in a
near continual state of arousal. He wife didn’t let a minute go by
without running a foot up his leg, putting her hand on his thigh,
or discreetly whispering something pornographic in his ear. He was
lucky he didn’t come in his pants.
He cut the evening as short as he could
decently manage by claiming Paula had a migraine. She played along
like a pro and they were out the door a good ninety minutes earlier
than they’d originally expected.
The constant teasing had obviously had an
effect on her, too. She barely let him get the car in motion before
she had his pants open and her mouth on his cock. Her hand slipped
under the hem of her dress and he knew she was fingering herself
like crazy.
Even though they were having sex, she kept
the teasing up. Any time he got close to coming, she pulled back
and just held him in her hand. By the time they pulled into the
garage, he was a wreck and she had thoroughly smeared her
smear-proof lipstick.
She tucked him back into his pants and took
a moment to fix her makeup. “Be sure to tuck in your shirt. We
wouldn’t want Amber to know we’ve been naughty.”
“I’m pretty sure she knows we’ve been
naughty. She’s watching little Jerry right now.” Nevertheless, he
climbed out of the car and straightened his clothes. “There, I look
respectable again. You though, look like you’ve been sucking
cock.”
“Nasty man. Tell me that again later when I
can show you what sucking cock really looks like.” She finished
putting on the final touches of her lipstick, completely masking
their earlier shenanigans. She slipped her purse over her shoulder
and led the way into the house.
When the living room proved empty, Paula
headed up the stairs with Jerry right behind her. As soon as they
reached the second floor, he heard a soft moan from down the hall.
Paula heard it, too, and went to the baby’s room with Jerry at her
heels. The baby was fine, asleep in his crib. Amber wasn’t
there.
Clearly confused, Paula followed the