A Day at the Races

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Chrissie panted, sweat covering her forehead and loose strands of hair sticking to her temples. “Bri…Brian…” she struggled to catch her breath. “Brian…god…you make me feel so filthy!” Chrissie admitted. Brian didn’t answer her. Instead Chrissie could feel his tender lips on her neck as her fingers dug into those long brownish-black curls. She moaned audibly, pulling Brian’s head down closer to her neck and feeling his hands all over her already mostly warm and partly sweaty body.

 “Then talk dirty to me.” Brian’s voice was barely audible as his words assaulted Chrissie’s ear in the most loving and inhibited ways. Chrissie thought certainly her heart was about to stop at Brian’s words but she was also going to gladly oblige him. Chrissie moved his head around until his nose was resting on hers. The words that escaped Chrissie’s mouth were devilish enough to make any man weak in the knees. Brian closed his eyes and swallowed hard, trying to digest what she had just said. Chrissie’s leg brushed up against Brian, slowly and deliberately as her words became raunchier. Brian’s heavy breath fell hot on her face as Chrissie arched her back, her desperate moan escaping her. She dug her fingers hard into Brian’s shoulders while she let him do all the talking. Chrissie felt as if her entire body were about to turn to jelly as Brian’s words consumed her. It would have been much more innocent had Brian’s parents not been downstairs but there was something so dirty about making love in your childhood room.

 After returning from the race tracks far north, Brian and Chrissie had agreed to dinner courtesy of the Mays’ to celebrate the fact that Chrissie had become a May herself only three weeks prior.  It had somewhat been lost in the shuffle amidst the record promotion and Mary’s incident. Brian and Chrissie were still over the moon about the wedding and the record. So, here they were at Brian’s parents’ home for an evening of visiting in the warm English evening. What began as Chrissie going upstairs to change the laundry for Ruth ended up with Brian throwing her down in the very room in which he grew up. It was raw, uninhibited, and downright risky. God, it was hot as anything and their heated breaths and fiery words collided the way any hot married couple’s words should…wait, did I jut say hot married couple!?  It was so very hard to believe that the once timid and very awkward Chrissie turned into an all-out vixen. Actually, she was still a bit awkward but so was Brian. Shit, they were meant for each other. Their intense desire for each other couldn’t wait until after their dinner with Brian’s parents. Chrissie’s merciless pants hit Brian’s face with heated intensity.

 “You wanna’ get rough?” she asked Brian both seriously and a bit fearfully. She had always said to herself in her head and it sounded so sexy. Now, she had said it out loud, breathlessly, but nonetheless, out loud and it sounded even better. She watched Brian’s eyes burn into hers. He didn’t have to answer. His actions and Chrissie’s desperation in her breath spoke for itself.  While Brian and Chrissie soaked the sheets, another couple across town was having their dinner without a side of porn.

 “I’d love a glass of the merlot please and a water. Thank you.” Veronica smiled at the waiter and handed the menu over to him.

 “Water please and a scotch on the rocks.” John handed his menu over to the waiter as well. He stared across the table at Veronica and couldn’t hide his smile. “You look pretty tonight.” Veronica laughed.

 “Oh…thanks. So do you.” She laughed again. It was the first time John and Veronica had been to dinner by themselves without the baby in about four months. They had already ordered and it was taking Veronica everything in her power to not get up, run to a payphone and check on her mother, father and baby Robert.  She had already asked John twice if she should check on him. In fact, she already had that look in her eye again.

 “Veronica…no. I can tell by lookin’ at you what you’re thinking. He’s fine. Robert is fine. Let’s make tonight about us! You and I never get time like this and I want to savor it with you.” John begged of her. Veronica sighed.