“Good, because you’re going to be coming soon too.” I lowered my mouth to the heavy sac beneath his cock and sucked it into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“Hey, Jude,” I heard Tiffany say. “Have you seen Mia? I was going to ask her if she wanted to grab lunch while you went with your dad to the house.”
His dad was a contractor and would eventually be leaving the company to Jude, but he was still young, so that wouldn’t happen any time soon. But it was something that he was working towards.
“Uh…” Jude coughed. “I’m sure she’d love to go with you. But I—”
I took that moment to scrape my teeth ever so gently up the length of his dick.
“I’m sure she’s around somewhere,” he said quickly.
“Okay, well when you see her, just tell her I’m looking for her.”
“I will,” Jude grit out.
When footsteps sounded up the stairs to the second floor of the house, Jude pulled me to my feet, ripped my skirt and panties from my body and bent me over the island. When he thrust all of his inches into me, a scream shattered through me.
He slapped his hand over my mouth but the fact that Tiffany could possibly hear us only turned me on more.
My body shuddered at the memory of him fucking me against the island all because we couldn’t have what we really wanted. Not yet anyway.
“Oh, Jude, we’ll have her. And soon,” I murmured to myself.
While I watched Tiffany sunbathe from the window in my bedroom, I inched a hand up my thigh and beneath the fabric of my short skirt. I needed a release. Something to take the edge off. Something to curb this craving I had for a woman I shouldn’t want. But I knew my husband wanted her just the same. Maybe I could convince him that the time was near. No, that the time was now. That we had to have her before we lost all thought control and took before we could ease her into it.
When my fingers brushed ever so slightly over my hot center, a hiss escaped me. I wasn’t wearing panties, hoping Jude would come home for lunch. I imagined him catching me touching myself. I shivered at the thought.
God, Mia, get it together.
Says the girl with her hand between her legs.
Chewing my bottom lip, I brushed the tip of my finger along my clit. A cry left me as a shot of electricity sizzled over my skin.
A movement from the pool area caught my attention.
Tiffany sat up, looked around her and slid her hand into the waist of her pink bikini bottoms.
My eyes widened.
Without even thinking about it, I opened the window hoping I could hear when she came. When she let herself go. When she thought no one else was around. She knew I was home, so it made me wonder why she didn’t fear that I would catch her. Unless she wanted me to.
I found that I wanted her to look up at the window and see me watching her. I wanted to get caught. I wanted Jude to walk in and find my hand between my legs. I wanted him to walk up behind me, thrust his cock in my ass while I pleased the ache in my pussy.
“God.” I had it bad. Getting a better idea, I rushed to the drawer in my nightstand and pulled out my favorite vibrator. It was thick, long, and curved to perfection. It pleased that delicious ache between my legs until I could get my husband alone. He enjoyed using it on me from time to time too. Especially when he was fucking me and shoving the toy into the tight spot at my rear.
I moaned at the memories.
Heading back to the window, I grabbed the hem of my skirt and held it at my waist as I turned the vibrator on. Turning the setting on high, I didn’t give myself a chance to get used to it and shoved all ten inches inside of me. I cried out, falling to the floor at the rough but intense invasion.
I was sure that Tiffany heard me but at that point I didn’t care. The vibrations rumbled through me, hitting me in the deepest parts of my soul.
Slamming the vibrator in and out of me, I imagined that it was Jude deep inside of me. I imagined that it was him taking me to new heights only to bring me down again once he gave the go ahead.
Somewhere off in the distance, I was vaguely aware of a door closing. My heart sped up. Maybe I would get caught after all.
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