put her hand over his. She moved their hands in unison up and down the rigid length of his cock. Stuart, confused but on board, sighed into her mouth as she kissed him.
‘Unless what?’ he asked as she put the tip of him to her soaked cunt and started to lower herself.
‘Unless you ask me to, Stu.’
He blinked at her and Gina took that moment to slide herself down on him and start to move. She grasped his shoulders hard and rocked against him.
‘Gina, what has gotten into you?’
His lips were on her neck, her collarbone, his fingers pinching her nipples just the way she liked.
‘You have gotten into me.’ She chuckled. ‘You and your big hard cock.’
‘Dick.’
‘I prefer cock,’ she said and squeezed him with her inner muscles.
‘You always have.’ He grinned at her and she rolled her hips from side to side, erasing that smile from his face. It was replaced with a look of astonished desire.
‘Fuck me,’ she hissed.
And he started to. As she pushed herself down, holding the chair now to manage her exertion, he thrust up, driving himself deep into her. Gina leaned back, the top of the chair in a death grip. Her hips had taken on a rhythm of their own and Stu had lost his manners altogether. He drove up under her and, when she leaned back just a touch more, his mouth found her breath and he bit her. Just enough. Just enough to drive Gina out of her fucking mind.
And she came.
‘Christ,’ her husband sighed. Now his hands were on her hips, anchoring her and keeping her just where he needed her to be. After driving himself in balls deep and making a noise she’d never heard from him, he came too.
The spasms deep inside of her subsided but pleasant little blips of euphoria were still firing off randomly.
Stuart looked stunned and finally she touched his nose to draw his attention. ‘So what were you saying?’
‘Um …’ He shook his head, still looking a bit confused.
‘You were just finishing up these numbers and then you thought we could …?’
‘Oh! Take a break together.’
She touched his face. She loved him. The thing with young Southern Rick was just an infatuation. This was the real deal. ‘Did that count?’ She grinned.
‘I think it did!’
‘Hungry?’
As if on cue, his stomach rumbled. ‘Starved.’
‘Let’s eat.’
They walked to the pizza place, hand in hand. The sun beat down but when the wind blew you could feel the faintest kiss of autumn in the air.
‘So why are you all … worked up lately?’ He whispered the last part which amused her.
‘I saw something that turned me on. That’s all.’
‘I wouldn’t mind if you saw it again then.’ He playfully jabbed her with his elbow.
‘Me either,’ Gina confessed.
* * *
It was like a weird kind of ritual or something. At least that’s what it felt like in her belly. Stuart was asleep and she crept through their house clutching her wine. Trying to keep from gulping it, really. In the guest room, she held her breath when she turned the door knob. He wouldn’t be there. It was a fluke. When did he leave for school? Probably any day now. He might already be gone …
It all coursed through her head as she entered.
Halfway across the room she saw the illuminated square of his bedroom window. And, when she stepped up close to her windows, she saw him moving around.
‘He’s just getting ready for bed. He won’t –’
But she stopped then because he presented himself in front of the window and waved. He grinned and her heart lurched and her cunt went hot and liquid. By God, he was beautiful.
Again shirtless, she imagined he’d been doing moving-in chores in the August heat all day. That he’d been sweaty and tired and grateful to get into his air-conditioned house and take his shirt off.
Her tongue went dry as he popped the button fly on his jeans and tugged them down.
And there was that cock again. Big, hard, long, in his tan hand as he kept his eyes pinned to her and started to jerk.
‘Sweet Jesus. I am mentally deranged,’ she whispered. But she watched anyway, an audible soft pop coming from her lips as her mouth sprang open.
Because, for one instant, he took the tip of his member and slid it along the glass. She could see his skin flatten to the window and she shivered despite the perfect temperature in her home.
He froze, his cock in hand, his eyes on her and pointed.
‘Me?’ she said aloud.
He nodded as if he heard her, but most likely he’d simply seen her mouth move. He pointed again and she considered it. Would she? Could she?
It wasn’t as if he was going to touch her or even kiss her! It wasn’t as if they were going to fuck.
She untied her robe before she could change her mind and tonight she had nothing under it but a pair of panties. She pushed those down, glad that the layout of the street meant that no other neighbours had a clear view of her window or his.
A blessing because you have lost your mind …
But, even as that went through her head, she pinched her nipples. Being on display was an entirely new feeling. There was something both fantastic and raunchy about it – a heady combination.
She pinched and pinched and, when he jerked his erection hard and nodded, she smoothed her hands down over the ridges of her ribs, over the small swell of her belly, over her neatly trimmed mound and then she touched herself.
He grinned, shut his eyes to show bliss and continued to stroke himself, pausing every few moments to press a thumb to the tip of his cock. She pictured the split there, the small drop of fluid that came with arousal. She pictured sucking him into her mouth and rolling her lips and her tongue over the flared smooth tip of his cock.
Gina drove her fingers deep in her cunt, flexing them greedily and pinching her nipple fiercely. The visions of sucking him off were fuelling her fantasy, fuelling her need.
She inched closer to the window and so did he. He was so tan, so gorgeous – a bronze young god. Much like a statue. Or a wet dream.
She thrust her three fingers deep, her hips banging forward so it ground her clit to the palm of her hand. Pleasure blossomed in her womb and her cunt, and she put her head to the window glass for a moment so that he could
