“You saved me, my hero.” She smiles at me, her eyes boring into mine.
I clear my throat again totally aware of how her body makes mine feel, her softness and perfect curves. “How will you get home?”
“I’ll walk. It’s not far.”
It is. “I’ll get you a cab,” I say and spot one down the road. I wave it over.
“No, it’s fine, I—”
“I want you home safe.” I mean it to come across as concern, but we both hear the command in my voice.
She nods and stands by me, waiting for the cab to pull over. When it does, I open the door for her.
“Thank you, Joe,” she says, and before I know what she’s doing, her hands wrap around my neck and her lips crash against mine. And oh fuck, they are just as sweet and soft as I imagined them to be. My mind keeps screaming at my body, but it’s as if I have locked it in a soundproof booth and I can’t hear a word. My hand slips down to her ass and I pull her against me, squeezing the supple flesh and wanting to grind myself into her. Her tongue slips into my mouth instantaneously and urgently and I taste the cranberry. For a few short moments, as I bury my hand in her hair and kiss her back, she overpowers my senses, but as my brain barges out of the silent room I had locked it in and screams at me, I pull away, crudely ungluing myself from her. She stands there for a moment, and I watch her chest rise and fall. Her quickened breath matches my own.
“We can’t.” I don’t offer a reason.
“I’m sorry.” Her eyes drop down from mine and she slips into the cab as if I had punched her. She’s sullen and quiet, and I wish there was more I could say, that there was a way to comfort her, but there isn’t. It’s not my place to. My place is at home, with my family. I give the taxi driver her address and a few notes instructing him to keep the change then turn back to Amy, searching for the right words to say to her.
“Thank you for the drink.”
“Thank you for saving me,” she says, her voice timid and small. I take another moment to look at her before shutting the door and tapping the roof of the car. The taxi takes off, and I watch it till the backlights disappear.
I make my way back to my car, tasting her in my mouth, the lingering sweet flavour of cranberry juice and alcohol. I fall into my seat and stare at the blue sky overhead.What the fuck was that?I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. Annie has stood by me through so much, but my ego, the animal that dwells inside me, is thriving. At least I could eye-fuck her and tell myself that my fixation is under control. I won’t allow my attraction to reduce my careful decision-making ability or interfere with my marriage or life.
Wiping my hand across my mouth, I erase any traces of Amy on my lips and head home.
I get in five minutes after seven and see the relief and joy as it spreads across Annie’s face. I smile at her as I throw my keys on the hall table and go in for a kiss. Her lips are soft, the kiss is chaste. She tastes familiar.
“You made it.”
“I told you I would.”
She doesn’t say anything for a minute, leaving the unspoken words hanging between us. “Go play with the girls. They miss you.”
I nod and leave her to warm my dinner. I find Libby and Savannah watching a cartoon. As soon as I walk in, their heads snap in my direction and they jump from the couch, throwing themselves into my arms.
“Daddy!” I hold them close, getting a whiff of their kids’ shampoo and let my body warm up under their affection. “We missed you,” they say in their small voices, and my heart melts.
I spend the next hour playing with my girls before putting them to bed. Their presence always soothes me, their innocence a balm for all the shit I deal with on a daily basis. When I get back downstairs, Annie is sitting on the couch, her knees drawn up, showing off her ass. She’s always had a good arse.
“How was your day?” she asks as I fall beside her.
“Long. How was yours?”
She talks for a while, used to me remaining tight-lipped about my work while she tells me every detail of her day from the moment she opened her eyes. I zone in and out of the conversation, occasionally nodding as my mind drifts to that kiss. That fucking kiss was the sweetest thing. And as I think about it, my body heats up, blood shooting to my cock that’s already at half-mast.
Annie is still talking, so I let my hand trail along her bare legs. They’re not as soft as Amy’s, but I know my way around them. Annie doesn’t stop talking, but her body softens. She drops her legs to the floor, giving me access to more of her. I keep trailing long lines up her thigh, circling the knee then moving back to her thigh. We’re both watching the screen. Annie has finally stops talking.
My hand drifts to the inside of her thigh, and I slide my fingers up and down, feeling the slight movement of her body as she opens herself just a little wider. When my fingers slip into her shorts and brush over her pussy, she doesn’t push me away. I pull away again over her thigh and back over her pussy. My eyes jerk to hers, hooded and dark and full of invitation. I sink my fingers into her underwear and run them along her wet pussy. She moans and spreads her legs farther apart, granting me access. I pull my fingers away and roll off the couch, falling to my knees in front of my wife. Her skin is flushed and red, and her chest is already rising and falling in an uneven breath. I wish she’d put her hair down.
Gripping her pyjama shorts, I yank them off with her underwear, discarding them on the messy floor. I pull apart her thicker thighs, remembering Amy’s creamy soft skin. Her petite stick-like legs and rounded ass and I groan at the prospect of her. The sound excites my wife, and she opens wider still. Clutching Annie’s ass, I bring her to the edge of the couch and bury myself in her pussy, wondering what Amy might sound like, taste like. I can’t get her out of my head. All I see is her slender body, and all I taste is cranberry as my wife moans while my tongue teases and my mouth sucks and my fingers sink in and out of her.
There was a time all I could think about was Annie, and parts of me still love her. She’s smart and intelligent and laughs at my jokes, and she is an amazing mother to our girls. It’s the attraction that’s missing these days. And I don’t know if it’s because she’s been pushing me away or because we’ve been together twelve years. I guess it doesn’t matter now as she grinds her pussy on my face and whimpers, because all I can picture is Amy’s long legs in her striped socks and long boots and those tiny tops that push her tits up. Annie grips my head and tears through my skull with her fingernails as she fucks my mouth and comes with a final subdued moan. Her legs lock around me like a constrictor.
When she finally releases me, I look up at her, her body is slightly limp and she has a dopey smile on her face as if she’s been drugged. It’s sexy as hell. She gives me a goofy smile and watches as I undo my belt. I can’t wait to sink into her warm soaking pussy.
I pull my cock out. I’m hard as fuck and desperate to be inside her when she shoots up off the couch. “Not here, Joe.” She starts walking away.
“Come on, it’s fine, they’re sleeping.”
“They might come down and see us, just come up to bed.” She’s already pulled up her pants, and I know her underwear is probably soaking up all that wetness I just created. Fucking bed. Just once I want to wrap my wife’s ankles over my neck as I fuck her on the edge of our couch. I sigh, my cock deflating, but only a little.
I follow Annie up the stairs and close the door behind me when I get up to our bedroom. She’s lying on her back, legs wide open and ready. I guess I’ll be fucking her in the missionary position – again.