Quickie with MY husband? MATURE READ 18+ ✔️

Evening out.

"You're late."

"Sorry sweetheart. The showing dragged on and on. They wanted to see every layout of the house. I couldn't very well rush them. What will be my excuse?"

My husband, Ric, kisses me, drops his briefcase on the hallway table and takes off his jacket.

"Fine. I warned you about them. They are very demanding, and I doubt they'll buy the house anyway," I remind him.

I warned my husband Ric about this couple. I believe they are just 'window shoppers' not really in the market for a house right now. Oh well, he'll find out for himself. Then I'll gladly say those famous four words, 'I told you so'.

Eric or Ric is one of the town's most top producing realtors. We have a real estate business with three full-time realtors and yours truly the only part-time realtor in the office. I work two days a week and I make those two days count. After my husband, I'm the next high producing realtor in the office. The other three days, I relax and volunteer with many area charities. The secret to my success is that I find customers through my philanthropy. And I'm a firm believer in giving back to the community.

We live in Swittsville, Georgia. We know the town as the place where the rich come to play and relax. And the middle class comes to advance. A win-win for all. Ric and I are mid-level millionaires, rapidly climbing our way up.

We just celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary not too long ago. And the sex just gets better and better as the years go by. We take good care of ourselves physically and sexually. I am a firm believer that a couple who works out together, continues the work out sexually in bed.

"You already showered?" He asks.

"Yes. Your turn to shower or we will be late."

"Care to join me," he asks.

"No, or we really will be late. Besides, we want to check out their house, don't we?" I wink at him.

"Check out as in-"

"-Yes, my dear. Baptizing the Lowe house our way."

He pulls me close and kisses me deeply. I return his kiss, holding on to his head. I mold my lips to his and accept his tongue in my mouth.

"Mmm baby."

He pushes me against the wall, open my robe, and slides his right leg between my legs. He grabbed my hips and rubs my pussy back and forth on his leg. The motion makes my lacy thong massage my clit, sending chills up my spine. Just as my clit swells up in heat, he pushes me away.

"We'll be late, remember? Let's save the rest for later when we check out their house."

"Bastard!" I yell at him as he runs up the stairs to our bedroom. Damn, he has such a tight ass and nice body. At six feet, a hundred and ninety pounds, with chiseled chest and abs, he is sex personified. His face is nothing to write home about, but his body and stamina make up for it.

I lean back on the wall, and I fondle my right breast, and use my other hand to rub my pussy, hoping to have that orgasm that bastard denied me. Shit, it's not working. I tie my robe and walk doggedly up the stairs to get ready.

I walk into our room and sit at my vanity mirror and put on my makeup. I dust a little powder in between my 44DD breast. At five feet eight inches, I am tall for a girl. And I keep myself in shape. No, I don't subscribe to skinny wiggly look. I am fit and fabulous, with a little meat on my bone. My man likes something to hold on to, so who am I to deny him.

I hear the shower running and someone singing off key. I am tempted to join him, but I refrain since I have plans for us this evening. I walk to my closet and grab my outfit for this evening's party. I pull out my black plunging neck mini dress with sheer lace cutout that wraps around my butt snugly. Thank God for thongs. I shimmy into it and pat myself all over to make sure the dress stresses all my curves and goodies. I fluff my hair and let it drape on my shoulders in a sexy messiness.