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Amber, Aroused….
‘This is gorgeous’, I said, scanning the beach house, ‘I love the view.’
‘Just imagine sitting out there for breakfast tomorrow!’, Jack called from the kitchen. He had slipped inside the vast cooking area and emerged with two glasses in one hand and a chilled Sauvignon Blanc in the other. Picking up a small remote nearby, he clicked a button and the music was soft but familiar.
‘You say that as if I’ll be here then’, I laughed, running my fingertips against the spines of books stacked nearby.
‘You will be’, Jack replied assuredly. ‘And don’t think I didn’t notice that ring on your finger‘. Popping the bottle open, he poured two glasses and handed me one.
‘A toast?’, I asked?
‘Of course’, Jack said. ‘To fair-skinned beauties and husbands that wait.’ He raised his glass.
‘I’ll drink to that’, I raised my own own and clinked my it to his. The wine was perfect for the sunny day.
‘Nice background music’, I smiled, as a blues-y and haunting voice filled the room.
‘Nina Simone, as promised,’ Jack said. ‘I always keep my promises.’
Jack placed his glass on a table and circled my waist with his arm, pulling me close. ‘I’m glad you came back with me’, he said, his face suddenly close to mine.
‘You don’t waste any time, do you, stranger?’, I laughed. His kiss was warm and I tasted the wine again. His lips on my neck sent shivers down my spine.
Amber, Adulteress….
I laughed and placed my wine on the table next to his, then returned his kiss while running my hand down his back. He only returned my enthusiasm, pushing the sarong covering my bikini panties to the floor. I felt his fingers hook the waistband of my bikini, but instead of removing it, he only spread both hands to my bottom. His fingers then began to part my legs, and tease me. A bolt of heat shot through me as I untied my own bikini top and dropped it to the floor.
At this, Jack smiled, scooping me up. Carrying me to his bedroom, I kicked my sandals off. The length of the hallway impressed me, but it was the bed that caught my attention. He had a California King as I did back home, and I kissed him only once more before his lips were everywhere else. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue on me, delving deeper downward. My legs opened to allow him further, as my fingertips ran through his hair. I was so aroused that orgasm was not far behind. I felt myself spurt forth, and he instantly accepted it. I sensed that he wanted to enter me, but I had other plans.
‘I’ve wanted this since I met you’, I said, breathlessly, sitting up to meet him. He sat back on his knees as I slid his sleek steel into my mouth, and I heard him groan. I enjoyed him for a bit, tasting him as his hands rested on my shoulder blades.
‘Your husband is a lucky man’, Jack said, panting.
‘My husband gets nothing but a cock, never me’, I said. I heard his surprise, but my cuckold hardly mattered right now and Scott was soon forgotten.
In one fluid movement, I leaned back and rested flat, my legs open and wanting. He took his cue and pushed into me, lustful and deliberate. He rocked as I gripped him, a frenzy like fire. After a series of rollicking thrusts and strokes, he released with a burst and it was like a warm ocean in me.
Amber, Alive….
He collapsed beside me and we began to breathe again, happily broken and blissfully torn. In that moment, I thought of nothing but the events of the day and what lay before us. My phone buzzed in my handbag and I ignored it. I wanted a shower and dinner, and I would have both. I slid off the bed and as my bare feet felt the hardwood beneath me, I smiled and looked back at Jack. Heading towards the master bath, I heard him mumble softly as he slipped closer into sleep.
‘To fair-skinned beauties and husbands that wait.’
I laughed, but it did not wake him.
