There wasn't much conversation in the truck at all, as I was lost in thought. When we arrived at home, I grabbed a few bags, purposely walking ahead of Jared. I unlocked the door and hurried into the house, tossing the bags down on the counter as quickly as I could. He squinted as he watched me rush out for the next handful of bags, as much as I could carry. I was thrilled that we bought so much and wouldn't have to go back for a while. He was obviously in no hurry and looked at me like I was insane as I sprinted past him out the door for my final trip.
He was walking out to retrieve the last two bags when I left a trail of clothing up the stairs and all the way to the bedroom, I heard him from upstairs as he entered the house. "Where'd you go. I'm not putting all of this away by myself!" I patiently waited for him to spot the clothing and come find me.
Finally, he spoke again. "Oh, I see... you wanna play games." I could pick up his boots making contact with the hard wood floors as he left the kitchen and made his way through the house to the staircase. He stood in the doorway, raising his eyebrows as he saw me in the center of the bed without a stitch of clothing on. "Babe, we have Popsicles and frozen veggies somewhere. What are you doing?"
"Fuck the Popsicles and the veggies." I told him, crawling to the foot of the bed. I loved the look of shock on his face. He thought we would spend a boring night at home, possibly watching a movie, but I had other plans. "Jared we are all alone. There is no child here to stop us!" I reached for his belt. "We can be as noisy as we want... and right now... I want you." His lips curled into a wicked grin and he tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room. "God, I love you." I told him, wanting to make sure he knew it.
"I love you, but where did this come from?" He stepped back just enough for me to slide off the foot of the bed and get to my knees at his feet. "What's the catch?"
"No catch! Jared, we've both made a lot of mistakes in this marriage. Things get boring and we tend to get stuck in a stupid routine, but that's over now. I will never allow that to happen again, ever! We used to be spontaneous, remember? I miss those days and I want them back." I tore at the button and zipper of his jeans, yanking them along with his underwear down his legs. The first thing I did was lick over those veins that were bulging all the way down his stomach. I kissed up the inside of his leg, teasingly slow before wrapping my fingers around his thick length, taking my time to suck and lick over his balls.
His eyes closed and he sighed. "Mmmm.. I do remember...." He pulled my hair up, holding it out of my face. Making eye contact with him, I stuck out my tongue and licked the drop of precum from the tip of his cock, enjoying the way he fought to restrain himself.
I made sure to take my time pleasuring him, making it all about him. My mind drifted back to the way I felt about seeing Lisa again and it only intensified the feeling of being thankful for what I had. I had to let him know how much I loved him and I wanted him to know that I trusted him fully.
Listening to his gasp when I finally took him into my mouth, was so fucking hot. His head dropped back and I was watching his chest rise and fall while he panted with excitement. His fingers tightened around my hair and he was pulling me forward, shoving himself into my throat. The tears fell down my face and I tried to stay calm, gagging around him. He finally let go and I pulled back licking my lips.
"Up! Now," he demanded, making me squeal eagerly. I stood and his strong, muscled arms lifted me effortlessly, tossing me onto the bed. I glared up at the straining muscles in his upper arms and chest, really thankful for the way he took care of himself. He was undressed within seconds and began kissing and sucking on my neck.
My thoughts shifted all over the place and I couldn't stop thinking of how lucky I was to have such a beautiful daughter and the love of my life. I hated what happened, but maybe it happened for a reason. Maybe it was meant to be a lesson, to be grateful for the people in my life and not take anything for granted.
"You sure that you want me?" He asked, pinning my hands over my head.
If it was begging, he wanted, it was begging, he was going to get. I pleaded with him to fuck me and I was certain he'd drag my torture out as long as possible, but he didn't. He swiftly guided himself inside of me and I was immediately lost in the way his hand forcefully gripped my wrists. Jared's hips moved almost delicately against mine. My name flowed from his lips over and over, making my heart swell in my chest. That familiar feeling of total pleasure was threatening to take over and I never wanted it to end. My legs locked around his slender waist. He continued moving over me, his lips brushing mine with every thrust. As my climax claimed me, he gasped and followed, gripping my hips tightly.
We lay side by side and once my breathing returned to normal, I started to fall into a post sex sleep. It was warm and cozy and had he not spoken, I probably would have slept comfortably all night. "Well, I wasn't expecting that. Damn.. you're awfully feisty tonight, aren't you? I hope you have no plans to put any groceries away tonight. We have a free night and I will be expecting more of that."
I leaned over to kiss him before standing up. "Just so you know, I'm the boss next time, so you better get ready!"
He leaned up and cocked his head to the side. "You're the boss?" I grabbed one of his clean shirts, still sitting folded on top of the dresser. "Where are you going?" He asked, watching me slip the old faded material over my head.
"To put the frozen stuff away and to grab a Popsicle, want one?"
"Is that a real question? Do I have to remind you what flavor I like?"
"Do I have to remind you not to eat all of the Cherry? You know it's Em's favorite."
"I would tell you to blow me, but oh yeah, you already did." He giggled, folding his arms behind his head.
"Oh, you're so funny.." I mocked him as I stepped out of the room, slipping on my black panties that were still lying on the stairs. Racing to the kitchen, I rummaged through all of the bags to locate the frozen and refrigerated items, shoving them into their empty spots. Ripping open the box of popsicles, I grabbed what I wanted from the box, closed the freezer door and rushed back upstairs.
I plopped down on the bed next to him, unwrapping my grape flavored popsicle and putting the frozen treat in my mouth. I unwrapped his Cherry one and when he opened his mouth, I shoved it in, way past his teeth. He wasn't expecting it and instantly gagged, pulling it by the stick and choking. "Wimp!"
He sat up, staring at me in disbelief. "Wimp!?" He repeated me in a questioning way and got to his knees, lunging at me. He flipped his popsicle around, biting down on the stick and snatching mine from my hand, tossing it on the nightstand. Within seconds, he had me pinned to the bed, holding me down with one hand. He was so strong, pressing his naked body tightly against mine. Smirking, I screamed loudly as he took his cherry flavored popsicle and rubbed it along my face and arm. "You're the wimp."
I laughed wildly, just imagining what the neighbors would think if they heard the high pitched screams coming from the house. "Oh my God! That's so fucking cold!" My arms shivered as he swirled the melting popsicle over my heated skin.
He was laughing hard and loosened his grip, allowing me to shove him back and grab both popsicles. I attacked, making him just as sticky as he made me. Jesus if anyone happened to walk in on us, they'd have us committed. My upper hand didn't last long and he once again flipped me, quickly leaning over me and licking my face. The laughter died and his expression became serious. "God, I love you so much Kris, and I can't lose you and Em." He broke eye contact, focusing on the sheet beneath me. "I came so close, but I'll never risk it again. I promise I'll never hurt you again."
"You better not, I'd hate to raise two kids all alone." His eyes widened as the realization of what I said hit him. I didn't plan to tell him about the pregnancy right away, but I knew he meant every word of that promise. Besides, with our family growing, there was even more on the line. If someone would have asked me two years ago where I'd see myself today, I'd have said divorced, extramarital affairs usually end in divorce. It was nice to beat the odds for once.
-The End-
