Old dogs, new tricks.
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Carlisle watched as his prized top fueler rolled through the burnout pad, just as he had done so many times before. He grinned with pride as Emmett drove the car in top gear before nailing the throttle for his trademark burnout - laying burning rubber 80 feet down the track. As Emmett pulled the car to a stop, Bella jumped the concrete barrier. She was wearing her back-up outfit; a short frilled black skirt and a lycra top with a diamond shaped key-hole cut-out. She guided him back along the tracks of hot rubber he had just laid down, her breasts bouncing as she ran to keep up with his pace. Emmett pulled up just behind the start line as his crew scurried around the back, removing the throttle stop, setting the computer and wiping the tyres clean of excess rubber. Edward, his crew chief, stood at the front of the car. Once the crew were finished, he guided Emmett forward into the staging beams. The car was set, and all Emmett had to do was pre-stage, full stage, and then wait for the lights.
Emmett's opponent had already gone into full stage, so he completed his ritual as quickly as he could - banging the wheel once, tightening his gloves and flicking his helmet visor down. Then he popped the car forward into full stage. One flash of the three ambers and the cars launched with a thunderous roar that shook the ground, and sent flames shooting 10 feet into the air from the headers on each side of the engine. The crew stood on the start line with their hearts in their mouths watching as, under Emmett's careful control, the car tore off down the track. He was just past half-track when, with a huge bang, the left rear tyre burst. Everyone gasped at the sound. Not only was it deafening, it was a rare occurrence in drag racing history. The car, being steered only by the remaining tyre, lunged suddenly to the right. It veered almost 90 degrees before slamming into a concrete wall on the other side of the track and launching into the air. The engine snapped loose from its mounts and flew from the chassis. The remnants of the vehicle continued its forward momentum, flipping repeatedly along the length of the track before clipping the top of the barrier and rolling along the outside of the wall. It finally came to rest at the base of the timing board, bending the board's post with the force of the collision. Paramedics were quick on the scene while fire fighters looked after the fuel spill to ensure there were no unexpected explosions.
Bella and Esme burst into tears and held each other on the start line as Carlisle and the rest of the team quickly jumped onto the tow vehicle and went to assist.
On arrival, Carlisle launched himself from the back of the ute to see how his driver had faired. Fuck the car, he thought. It's just a piece of metal.
He was just in time to see the medical staff pull Emmett from the wreck - unconscious and looking broken. How can a man so healthy and strong look so twisted and broken? It's a top fuel dragster for fucks sake, they're the safest built cars in the world. He was beside himself with fear and desperation.
In a flash, Carlisle was in the hospital with the team around him. He saw the doctor coming through the door and jumped to his feet, anxious for news. The expression on the doctor's face was grim. He just looked deep into Carlisle's eyes, and shook his head. "I'm sorry. There was too much damage... there was nothing we could do."
Carlisle stood there with no emotion, no movement, no thought. He was stunned into absolute silence and stillness.
A fire alarm began to ring nearby. Carlisle heard it but couldn't respond. He stood stock-still in shock as people rushed around him. He felt a tug on his arm and flinched. Yet another tug and he spun around - sitting bolt upright in his bed to look directly at his wife Esme. She wore look of shock and concern at the ferocity of his nightmare.
"What was that all about, Sweetie?" she asked tenderly.
Carlisle shook his head slightly to clear the images of Emmett's twisted and broken form, and the look on the doctor's face. "A nightmare," he whispered, as if trying to console himself. "Just a nightmare."
"A rather nasty one by the sounds of it?" Esme prompted.
"Yeah... Emmett was in an accident... it wasn't good."
"You're worried about the season aren't you?" she asked. "The stress must be starting to get to you."
Carlisle nodded. "It should be ok once things start rolling again."
"Well," Esme said with a grin. "Why don't you head for the shower, and I'll join you in a second."
Carlisle grinned. "Sure, that might start my day off on the right foot, and then we'll head for the shed."
Carlisle propped himself up and rolled off the bed, heading towards their bathroom.
Esme headed downstairs quickly to start breakfast by putting on the kettle and setting the table. As she headed back up stairs she could hear the running water from the shower, through the bedroom door she had left slightly ajar. She flashed back to the times that she and Carlisle would bath each other in the shower or bathtub frequently. She smiled when she recalled the happy endings and satisfaction of both parties.
She walked into the bedroom, her thoughts having a profound effect on her libido, as her groin area started to ache slightly. Bugger it, she thought, smiling. We only get to live once, and after all, he is my husband. She peeked round the corner into the bathroom and could see her husband of over fifteen years. She was still impressed with his physique and sexy posterior. As the water ran over his skin, she ran her hand across her own, tracing a line down her chest, between her breasts.
She could resist no longer and moved into the bathroom. Carlisle stood under one end of the double shower, gently rubbing all over himself with the bar of soap, creating a lather that made Esme tingle with excitement. She moved to the door of the shower just as Carlisle noticed her presence. His cock was lifeless until she slowly undid her robe and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts stood out in all their glory and her lacy pink knickers embraced her hips. She soon slipped them off and climbed under the second shower-head at the other end. She had Carlisle's full attention as she washed herself slowly, paying extra attention to lathering up her breasts and stomach. She knew that when he saw the water running over her tits it would get him riled up instantly, and as she perused her husband's manhood she could see she was right. His penis had grown into a semi-raging chub.
"I told you a shower would make you feel better," Esme said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Especially when it's with such a gorgeous woman," Carlisle said as he moved towards Esme with a look in his eye. The look that - even after 15 years of up and downs - made her heart flutter with excitement and set her juices flowing.
He leaned himself up against the wall, with one hand either side of Esme's head. He dipped his head and locked lips in a deep and passionate battle of the tongues.
Esme wrapped her arms around her man and ran her hands up and down his back. She could feel his schlong move around aimlessly as they kissed and caressed each other.
Soon her hands found their way to his chest as Carlisle massaged the back of Esme's head and neck. Her hands slowly began their decent across his sternum, over his flat stomach and down to the fronts of his legs, teasing him more as she neared his piece.
Carlisle slowly moved his kisses to Esme's neck sinking his teeth in, making Esme lurch with excitement. He massaged her breasts and soon found himself kissing and biting her nipples.
Carlisle gathered momentum as he traced his tongue across her mid section till he finally found himself between Esme's legs, fingering and licking her twat.
Esme lifted one of her legs to the side of the shower screen were she could rest her foot on top of the brick ledge, while Carlisle was going like a rat up a drain pipe, plunging, biting, kissing.
She didn't want him to stop, but she also didn't want him to miss out either. Her hands directed him to come back up, kissing as he went. She looked deep into his eyes, seeing the man she fell in love with so many years ago.
"You're still one hot male Carlisle," she purred as she started to pull his meat.
"And your definitely one red-hot fox," Carlisle whispered in reply.
Esme gave him a deep kiss before she bent over and began to lick Carlisle's hard member, pumping it harder and deeper every time. Carlisle massaged the back of her head as he felt her rhythm. Esme loved Carlisle's cock, tracing the lines around the underside of his head and running her tongue across his slit. But most of all she loved the reaction she got when it was deep in her mouth and her tongue ran circles around his dick. Esme, not as young as she was, decided being on her knees was a better option as she massaged his balls, tickling and fondling until she could feel him starting to build up.
She stopped abruptly as she wanted so badly for him to drop his load in her wet and soaking pussy. Carlisle, sensing what she needed, spun her round and pushed her against the wall. Esme arched her back and spread her legs, allowing him full access to her hole. He slid himself in as the pair moaned with delight. As Carlisle pumped his precious wife, he wrapped her up in his arms and groped her breasts as she moaned with passion and ecstasy.
Soon the pressure they both felt could not be held in any longer. Carlisle's pink submarine exploded with semen inside of Esme's glory hole. The feeling of the gushing sperm pushed Esme over the edge and she squealed as he pushed it deep and held it there. After a minute, Carlisle soon slid out of Esme with a grunt of relief. She turned and the two embraced. "Least we're in the shower and it's easy to clean up" Esme laughed.
Carlisle nodded. "The best way to wake up in the morning and the best way to get clean as well."
Carlisle quickly rinsed off and jumped out of the shower cubicle so Esme was able to spend time washing up. He dried and dressed, then headed to the kitchen to finish preparing breakfast Esme had started. Esme soon joined him and they ate like kings with toast, cereal and juices. After the breakfast was done and the dishes washed, the pair jumped in their car and headed to the teams workshop, better known as 'the shed'.
The team had been put together in the off season and had spent the last two days getting re-equated, as well welcoming the few new recruits. The agenda for the week was to set-up the truck as much as possible and, for Esme, as head of the office, to ensure the team and back-up girls had their new uniforms.
However, Esme had plans for things other than work brewing inside her head. Carlisle was easily stressed and when he became so, he had a habit of having bad nightmares. The previous night's episode wasn't the first - and Esme knew it wouldn't be the last. She felt he should be given a little bit of pampering. She though Carlisle was one hell of a guy. Not only was he able to run a professional drag team and build drag cars for customers, but he also helped Esme with the everyday running of the house such as washing the clothes and doing the dishes, as well as the occasional general tidy up across the whole house. He lived by a simple motto. What if our parents dropped in, he'd say. She was also very grateful her man could back it up in the bedroom, which gave her the brilliant idea.
Carlisle's stressing, she thought. Why don't I give him a relaxing night in? I could drop into the adult store down the road, and find some interesting things we could use to excite our bedroom life. I mean, there's nothing wrong with the couple... just the monotony.
She went through the rest of the week with these thoughts and similar running through her head. She decided that Friday the pair would head home early, instead of going for the regular drinks down the bar. The couple could enjoy a beautiful meal, maybe a movie, and then indulge in various sexual exploits with each other. Esme smiled. I think I'm going to enjoy this.
The week was long, with so many things going on within the team and so many things to do. The paper work side of the office was running smoothly with the girls like Victoria and Emily, along with new girls Bella and Jane. As well as helping with the admin, Bella and Jane were promo girls. That meant they were in charge of customer relations, promo material and clothing merchandise, and rocking the mighty fine Lycra outfits.
Friday rocked around slowly and, during the morning, Esme had called on the team members in turn to try on their uniforms. Most of the men given shirts with the team logo and were able to wear whatever bottoms they wanted as long as they were black. For the most part the girls would wear similar styles but in a button up female version. Even the promo girls received them, as Lycra wouldn't be necessary all of the time.
Just before lunch, Esme bore witnessed to another couple with the sort of electricity that she once felt with her Carlisle. Bella had gone into the other room to try on her promo girl suit, a nice short ruffled skirts and diamond cut Lycra top that accentuated her cleavage. Edward had come up to drop some invoices in for Victoria to put through, but Esme got him to stay and check out Bella. Esme could not believe the reaction she saw from Edward, one of shock equally mixed with horny desire along and passion. Oh, to see this again in Carlisle's eyes. Esme could have sworn she saw the lights and computers flicker at the amount of electricity in the air.
Esme laughed as she watched Edward head out the door, then slip down a stair or two as he descended to the shed floor. The girls laughed. Later, after Bella had changed and they were more secluded from the other girls, Esme asked Bella, "What is it between you and Edward?"
Bella shrugged her shoulders. "What do you mean?"
"Well, all week I have noticed you two looking at each other. It's different to how you look at anyone else in the team. Could there be maybe some chemistry starting to gel?"
Bella looked long into Esme's eyes, knowing that a woman of Esme's knowledge and age would be able to see straight through any lies or fictional stories. "Okay, well, I do feel a tingle every time he brushes past me or touches me, and if he walks into the room and talks to me, my heart jumps a beat," Bella said, excited like a little school girl.
Esme smiled and leant in.
"You know that's how Carlisle and I started. It was like fire-works. Then, one night after dinner, he kissed me and, oh, I could have married him right there and then, but I knew we had to wait a few more years first."
"Did he ask you out or did you guys just start mingling together and then things just happened?"
"I think things just happened. He was crew chief for my father's drag team when he had it, and I used to hang around the dragsters and crew at the events," Esme shared. "We all went out to drinks one night and he took me home after. We shared stories and I kind of kissed him goodnight." - Esme beamed with pride - "Then he took me to dinner by ourselves and it just grew from there.
"A few years later, Dad wanted to retire. Carlisle got a loan and bought the team and the spares shop from him. Over the past twelve or so years, it has gone from strength to strength, paying for itself, and now we are hiring young people like you to take it to the next level with us."
Bella nodded in agreement and smiled. "So what do you think? Do you guys have a problem if I pursue Edward?"
Esme tilted her head to one side. "If it's something you want, Bella, we can't stop you. Just make sure it is you want, and try to keep it professional around work."
Bella understood what she had said. "We'll see."
Esme gave the young brunette a little hug with the one arm. "Come on, let's get some work done."
As Esme walked back to her desk, she started to think about what she wanted to do for her special night with Carlisle. She started to think of the nights activities. If I cook, it'll take too long. Pizza is just not romantic. Chinese? Nah, I want something roasted. I know a Red Rooster roast meal! That would work; I can get it after shopping.
She had already told Carlisle that she would take the car and leave early to do some shopping and meet him at home. He agreed and arranged a ride home with one of the mechanics.
She gave the girls their final jobs for the afternoon, which weren't much, then headed out the door to find Carlisle who was in the workshop. She passed Edward and Emmett having a jovial conversation about something, and just winked at Edward in jest as she passed by. "Have a good weekend boys."
The pair smiled like two school boys and waved.
She found Carlisle at the rear of the new truck. "I'll see you when you get home. You're not going out with the team tonight are you?"
Carlisle shrugged. "No, not if you've got something planned."
Esme smiled. "I certainly do, lover boy, make sure you get home on time."
Carlisle smiled, very much like he did when he was a school boy too. That's what everyone loved about working for the Cullen's. It was a fair and easy-going lifestyle which you could relax and feel free, let your hair down and have fun, but when the hard work began, everyone worked as a team and got the work done. Carlisle was sure to always praise his hard workers and looked after them for it. Maybe that was why Team Cullen was the top dragster team in Australia.
Esme threw a couple of bags she had carried into the car and jumped into the driver's seat. She headed out of the driveway and off to a local shop that she'd never been to before. Nor had she been to one like it in many years.
Absolute Adult was a small shop on the main drag on the way to the shopping centre. I'll drop in and see what sort of things they could have for tonight's rendezvous, she thought as she concocted a shopping plan in her head. She wandered her way in through the front door, the sensual smell of incense hit her as she opened the door and glanced round the room. She found it was more feminine than she expected of the usual backstreet adult shop.
"Hi there," came a voice from the corner of the shop. As she spun around on her heel, she spotted a petite, middle-aged blonde woman standing behind the little counter.
"Hi," Esme said. She felt a little intimidated walking into an adult shop by herself, but once she knew there were not only a female assistant but one close to her own age, she relaxed.
"How are you today?" the woman asked.
"I'm good, how are you?"
"Wonderful, is there anything your specifically chasing today?"
"Just came in for a look around," Esme said with a quick glance around the room.
"No worries darl, if you have any questions or need help, give me a yell," she said with a smile.
"No worries," Esme replied, offering a small smile in response.
As Esme wandered the small showroom, she started to feel free with the soft music and relaxing smells. She was surprised she didn't have the dirty feeling she would have expected from visiting an adult store. She looked up and down the sexy lingerie and costumes, but she had already figured that one out for the night, so simply put some new ideas in her memory bank for later.
She wandered over to the dildos and felt a little turned on by the idea of having Carlisle in one end and the dildo in the other. They had jokingly discussed a threesome before but knew they could never do it; it would cause too many problems. Esme knew she could never share Carlisle with another man, or woman. He was great as he was, and honestly, didn't need any help in the bedroom. But as she looked at the various sizes of vibrators and dongas, it was definitely a way of having the sensation without the sharing.
She moved around and looked at the various lotions and lubricants. An idea sprung into her head. She approached the Blonde attendant, who looked up as she approached.
"I want to do something special for hubby tonight," Esme started, "I thought maybe some massage oils, but is there anything that is flavoured and edible?"
The lady smiled. "There sure is."
She walked around from her post at the computer and headed towards the various lotions that were on offer. She began to point out the various kinds and various flavours that there were.
"Is it your anniversary?" The blonde women asked.
"No, he has been a bit stressed from work and I thought I'd give him a good night in to relax him, but also spark up the relationship in the bedroom," Esme explained.
"Ah so a nice dinner, some light music, candles, a massage then some canoodling?"
The two women laughed.
"That was the idea, but I am open to suggestions on what a good night could consist of," Esme said tilting her to the side.
"Well you've come to the right place, and are talking to the right woman!" The blonde woman beamed. "Are you open to sex toys, like dildo's and what have you?"
"Yes I was looking at the dildos before and thought about it."
"Is he open do you think?"
"I believe he wouldn't complain."
"Well, let me give you the low down." The woman then spent the next half an hour talking, joking and giving Esme the advice she really needed to make her night special.
Esme didn't expect to spend much but she walked out with over $100 worth of toys and lotions along with a valued customer card and some flyers for upcoming events. Never thought an adult shop would be like that, seemed pretty nice, might have to bring Carlisle down or at least give him the hint to drop in, Esme thought to herself as she climbed back into the car.
Next stop was the shopping centre, which was only a few hundred meters away, but since there was some shopping to do, Esme parked as close as possible to the centre's main doors. She spent the next hour or so looking through various stores, getting pretty much anything that she could think of, which would go well for tonight's night in. She bought some scented candles, silk sheets and red pillow cases from around the various shops. Her last stop was the supermarket where, along with some much needed supplies, she also bought some whipped cream, ice cream and strawberries... just in case.
Looking at her watch, she suddenly realized it was getting on four pm. I'd better get a move on, I've got to clean the house and get everything ready before I get dinner! She exclaimed inside her head. I'll go home and get the place sorted, order dinner, and will be able to pick it up quickly before Carlisle gets home.
As she headed to the car, she thought about the wonderful night they were going to have, but obviously, anything was possible, depending on how Carlisle played it too. She began to daydream as she drove home. Soon she arrived, surprised at how quickly her drive had passed. She unloaded the car and set about making up the bedroom first. She set candles, some scented, some not, in various locations and made the bed in the silk bed set and red pillowcases. Standing back she issued a satisfied sigh before grabbing an older quilt cover to throw over the whole bed to hide it from Carlisle when he arrived home. If I can leave this as a surprise for as long as possible, it would be so much sweeter, she thought. She left the black bag she had filled from the adult shop, under the bed. I'll empty that out later.
She quickly rushed down stairs again to make sure all the groceries were put away and ready for tonight's festivities. Red wine and Coronas, Esme and Carlisle's favourite alcoholic beverages. Oh, it's going to be so good. Esme could already feel the tingle between her thighs. It was now getting close to the time Carlisle was due home so knew she had to get a wriggle on. She scooted out the door to get dinner. It isn't far to get to Red Rooster, so I should be back before he is dropped off at home, she thought.
After picking up the meal, she headed home, the excitement was building with the knowledge that Carlisle wouldn't know what was going on.
Arriving home, she put the meals contents in the oven for it to keep warm while she headed upstairs to get dressed. After quickly freshening up, Esme dressed in her sexiest little red dress. It was short, showing of the sexy legs that no one really saw too much of. It was also low cut, showing off the cleavage that Esme did not accentuate every day. She finished her hair and headed to the kitchen. As she started setting up the table, she heard Carlisle getting dropped off out front. His footsteps up to the front door sounded tired and slow. As he came through the door, she was there to greet him with a big squishy hug, and a deep long kiss that made Carlisle forget his troubles and cares.
"Wow! You're dressed to the nines," he said with a broad smile.
"Well," Esme began. "You are in for a treat tonight. I want to try and let your body and mind forget the troubles and stress you're up against with the team and all."
"Mmm... sounds good, dinner smells good too."
"Why of course, roast chicken and veggies. Why don't you head upstairs, have a shower and a shave, and I'll meet you at the dinner table?"
Carlisle felt that there might be some good surprises tonight, so he hurried quickly upstairs. Esme started preparing the food onto the plates. Roast chicken, roast potatoes, peas, corn, and some chips on the side, covered in delicious gravy. The aroma spread swiftly up the stairs to the bathroom and soon had Carlisle's mouth watering.
Esme lit the two candles that she had put on the table to add a romantic atmosphere. She turned to see Carlisle dressed in his favourite red robe. She wandered over to him, pulling him into her and melting into his chest. She looked up at the man she fell in love with so many years ago and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," Carlisle responded.
They pushed their lips hard against each others, kissing with the deep and meaningful passion that they themselves felt they could deliver each other.
"Let's eat, and you can tell me how the day went to day," Esme said excitedly.
Carlisle was ushered over to his chair by the gorgeous middle-aged woman. As he sat, he took in the smells and display of the food, the candles and the place settings.
Esme looked at him, taking in his awe and expressions. "So anything happen after I left today?"
"Well, funny you ask", Carlisle began. "I got a phone call from Aro Hale."
"What did he want?" Esme asked, surprised.
Aro had been a good friend to the Cullen's for quite a while and has always been there to help out on and off the track, as the Cullen's had for him. He had only recently jumped from running top alcohol dragsters to having a top fuel team, with his own daughter Rosalie as driver.
"He rang and had a yarn about what's been going on and what the future's looking like for this season. He also mentioned that he thought of an idea of building a 'super' top-fueler team."
"How would he do that? He's not exactly rich."
"Well, his idea is to do more a partnership between two teams. Sharing the toils and the spoils. He had come up with a plan of how it would all work, but wanted my opinions and ideas first and foremost. He also wanted to offer me the first position of partnership."
"Wow," Esme exclaimed. "You've got to give it to him... he definitely has the ideas. What do you think?"
"Well I think it's a big idea, some risks, but it could be the first in Australia. It could potentially mean a lot of big name sponsors."
"Bigger than what we already have?"
"With enough cars out there, the sponsors will be clamouring. Who knows where it could go?"
"I can see that point, but I reckon do the research yourself first."
"Oh for sure. And we'll have to check out how Rosalie is as a driver - the upcoming meet should be a good test. But enough about work..." Carlisle's mouth lifted into a smirk as the shoptalk ended. "So what's all this special treatment about?"
Esme looked deep into her husband eyes. "Just for being a very special man. I thought we'd have a nice relaxing dinner, desert and an early night into the boudoir where I am excited to show you something."
"There's not much I haven't seen my girl," Carlisle said with the widest grin.
"Your cheekiness may be rewarded tonight Carlisle... but you need to relax first."
The couple continued their meal, conversing about small and somewhat insignificant things. Desert was served, a thick delicious chocolate ice cream with chocolate toffee and sliced strawberries on the side.
"This looks good babe!" Carlisle said excitedly.
Esme moved round to the sofa with her desert. "Come sit with me."
Carlisle sat next to Esme and they fed each other ice cream and strawberries, with gentle moans of delight between them. Carlisle was already starting to get aroused even after so many years, with that short, low-cut dress. His eyes wandered un-deterred about getting caught. Esme felt his eyes meander around her body and felt her anticipation growing.
As they finished off the ice cream, they spent some time just resting together and letting the dinner settle. Esme thought she'd get started on proceedings for their relaxing, yet kinky, night in. "I'm just going to get into something a bit more relaxing, you want to wait here?"
"Yes, I'm good, you coming back?"
"Sure am, lover boy."
Carlisle smiled. Nothing made him feel more special or more loved than just having his woman near him and spending time together.
Esme jogged up stairs with butterflies in her stomach from the excitement as her moment drew near. She went to walk in robe, where she had a bag sitting on a chair. Inside was the beginning of a sensual night with Carlisle. She stripped down and jumped into the shower quickly to wash down. She hopped out and dried off her body. Then rubbed some of the lovely smelling moisturizer she had bought earlier in the day.
She pulled on the skirt she had brought home, and soon slipped on the top to match before brushing her hair in a semi rush, placing it up in pigtails.
She slipped on some black high-heels she had hidden away for a while, I may as well put these to good use, she thought.
She looked in the mirror at the hottest middle-aged women she had ever seen, and hoped to hell Carlisle would think so too. Just before she left the room, she lit the candles, making sure they were in safe spots so they could be left without worry of fire. She also removed the quilt from the bed and pulled out the various potions and toys from the bag and put them on her bedside table.
She took a look at the spectacular room, then took a deep breath and headed downstairs. She saw Carlisle just sit back down in the lounge after fetching himself another Corona.
As he sat down, Esme called, "You ready for this?"
"I'm not sure, but I think I can live with it," Carlisle chuckled.
Esme snuck up behind him and started massaging his shoulders and rubbing his neck. As she did Carlisle let out a low and relaxed groan, feeling all of his tensions fall away. She leaned over and gently kissed his neck before working her way up to his mouth where she drove her tongue inward in search of his. Esme passionately kissed her man as he caressed the back of her head.
She pulled away. "You think that was good?"
Carlisle just nodded.
"Well, wander your eyes over this." Esme walked around the end of the couch and stood in front of Carlisle, showing off her petite figure in one of the girls' smallest and tightest-fitting promo outfits.
Carlisle ran his eyes over the curly blonde hair, down to the key-hole top where her breasts were showing off her cleavage. He traced a line down to her naked belly button just above the black frilled skirt that covered her tidy snatch and bountiful arse. She gave a spin, which caused the skirt to fly upward and give Carlisle a glimpse of her tight, naked bum. He leaned forward in excitement. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "I won't be able to look at these uniforms again without seeing you in one."
Esme giggled, "Well, maybe I should hold onto this one in case we need it again?"
Esme started a slow dance, wiggling her hips in a slow and hypnotic fashion. Carlisle leaned back and sipped on his beer, enjoying the show his wife was putting on for him. She ran her hands down her body and traced them down to her feet letting her body fold over, and giving her man an unhindered view of her naked rear end. She notice Carlisle's erection had already started to cause a bulge inside of his robe and boxer shorts.
Esme took the couple steps toward him, bending over and spreading his legs wide, she spun round to stand between his legs with her back to him.
She felt his hands touching her rear, and as she bent over his hand went straight to her bare skin. Esme showed him a glimpse of her pussy at that moment, but teased him by swinging her hips from side to side. Esme could hear his breath hasten and he moaned ever so quietly as she flaunted her wears.
Esme spun back around and, pushing his legs back together, straddled his lap. She placed herself right on top of Carlisle's mound and rocked backward and forward, enjoying the feel of it rubbing against her bare vagina.
Carlisle ran his hands through his lover's hair as her hands massaged his neck. Esme bent her head closer and kissed him deeply as she felt his hands creep over her bare bum. Moaning with approval, she went to work with her tongue - playing with Carlisle's.
She ran her hands over his head and through his hair. His hands started their way up her back and over her shoulders. He kissed her on the neck and below her ear lobe, sending shivers down her spine and into her crotch nerves. He kept going lower as she swung her head back and moaned in sexual delight. As he caressed her breasts - and kissed and nibbled at her skin in her top's diamond cut-out - she desperately wanted to stay and finish the job. But there was an erotic wonderland upstairs waiting.
"Do you want to go further?" Esme asked Carlisle.
Carlisle nodded. "Oh yes - I'm all yours."
Just the word I wanted to hear, Esme thought to herself.
"Let's make our way upstairs to the bedroom, I've got some surprises in store." Esme could see Carlisle was excited, not just from the bulge in his pants, but from the freakish speed he used getting up from the couch.
Esme held his hand as she led their way towards the stairs. Switching off the lights as they went.
"You locked the doors didn't you Hun?"
Carlisle smiled. "Sure did."
As they climbed the stairs, Esme let Carlisle get a good look at her crack and pussy as they went. Three quarters of the way up, Carlisle grabbed her waist and stopped her dead. Esme felt his other hand push her in the back in the motion to bend over. She complied, curious as to what he had in mind.
Esme let out a loud quivering moan as Carlisle held her waist and started kissing and licking her ass cheeks, his hand pushed aside her legs so her hot spot would be more exposed. As she stood bent over on the staircase, Carlisle knelt on the stairs and began to lick and flick her lips from behind, something neither of them had experienced before.
Oh fuck that's good! she thought. Never thought he had that in him.
He growled as he licked which sent shivers up her spine.
"Hey, thought I was going to show you something?" Esme said, knowing she was going to get too carried away if he took it much further.
Carlisle looked up. "Oh yes, sorry about that, but you're so, so mouth watering."
"Well you think that's good?" Esme could see the interest flash across the rejuvenated Carlisle.
Carlisle let his wife loose from his passionate hold and this time Esme didn't waste time, scooting off quickly so he would not catch up to her again. She looked back cheekily and giggled, but Carlisle was followed her quickly. Esme stopped just inside the door so she could take in Carlisle's reaction to the room being fully lit with romantic candles, and smelling of sensual aromas.
He stopped dead and just beamed from ear to ear.
"God you are fantastic," he said quietly as his mouth almost hit the floor.
Esme beamed. "You like it?"
"Oh hell yes!"
"Well, time for you to stop liking it and to start enjoying it."
"And how do you want me to do that?"
Esme led him over to the bed, his back to it and slowly stripped off his robe, and shirt. "I want you to lie down in the middle of the bed face down." She gave him a deep kiss to assure him he was going to get lucky.
As he took off his shirt and lay down, Esme grabbed some one of the bottles from the bedside table. Sensual massage cream - chocolate mint flavor. Esme raised her eyebrows and sniffed the open bottle.
She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs wide across Carlisle's bum. She poured some out of the bottle onto her hands and began to rub his back. Slipping and sliding her hands across his firm, tense frame. Massaging his knots, and running her fingers down his spine. She leaned over and kissed him on the neck, and then on the shoulder. Soon she was licking and caressing his back and enjoying the tasty massage cream. She slid her crotch up along Carlisle's back, sliding her way up and down.
Carlisle moaned as felt her pussy rubbing against his skin, sending tingles to every inch of his body. Esme felt a build up of excitement between her legs as she rocked on his back, the rubbing and friction causing her to have an erotic urge she had not felt for a long time. She stood up on the bed off Carlisle body and looked down upon her man.
"Turn over baby," She whispered.
Carlisle did not hesitate, he rolled over quickly in doing so, displayed the massive erection that was being hidden by his boxer shorts. "Do you like the view from up there?" he asked.
"I sure do," she said as she scanned Carlisle's body, appreciating his toned arms, flat stomach, and thinly haired chest.
"You don't look to bad from down here either." He smiled as he looked up her skirt at her smooth inner thighs and hairless crack.
He lifted himself up and ran his hands up and down Esme's legs, sending a rush of out of control shivers spiralling through her. He started to play with Esme's lips and soon had her leg cocked up to one side while he went to work licking and caressing her simple but sensational female area. She moaned loudly as she arched her back, and ran her fingers through her hair. Whoever thought you could so much fun with clothes on, she thought.
Her other hand rubbed the back of Carlisle's head pushing him in and out of her thighs, making him aware when he was in the right spot. Esme wanted it to last longer than the usual fifteen minutes love session they sometimes had, so she pushed his head away from her and he leaned back down on the bed. He smiled at her, pulling her face towards his, kissing her deeply.
She dropped back down onto the bed, coming to rest on his mound of man meat still wrapped in it's silken housing. She began to slowly rock her body as Carlisle ran his hand up her sides and began to lift her top off over her head. Esme moaned with approval as her breasts became free for Carlisle to nibble and bite her nipples. She leaned down with them dangling in front of his face. She moved down and kissed him again, running her tongue around his lips, sucking on his tongue and biting his bottom lip before she moved onto his neck. All the while she could hear Carlisle moaning in agreement and in encouragement. She sucked on his nipples and tickled them with her tongue as she kissed and licked her way down to the edge of Carlisle's boxer shorts. She looked up at Carlisle and saw his hungry eyes just wanting her to pull them off and ravage his man-piece - so she did, ripping his boxer shorts down and plunging his cock deep into her throat. She worked it hard and fast, as if she had been starved for weeks and it was her only form of sustenance. Carlisle slid his hand onto the back of her head and gently rubbed her as she went to work. Feeling so close to the edge already Carlisle moaned, "Oh that's so good baby, my God you're good."
Esme moaned as she licked and kissed his manrod, taking it in whole at any given time. She felt so powerful knowing she had all of Carlisle's cock inside her mouth and it made him feel so good. She felt like a Goddess, in control of his pleasure and his bliss. She looked up at his face. She could see he was in ecstasy as she sucked, but she was wet between her legs, and didn't want Carlisle to have all the fun. She started to make her way back up him body until she was lying on top of him again.
She rubbed her breasts over Carlisle's chest and kissed him deeply, running her tongue round this inside of his mouth. Finally, she rolled off him, teasing him to take her and ravage her as well. Esme met his eyes, giving him her best come fuck me eyes and said, "Why don't you have a wander around."
Esme was surprised yet again by how quick her husband could move. He lay next to her and ran his hands all over her body, touching her stomach, running his hand round and over her breasts giving Esme's nipples a tweak on their way past. But the hunger grew too much as he finally put one of those pert nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Esme let out a wild moan like an earthquake had just rocked her ovaries. This only drove Carlisle further into an erotic state of mind.
He ravaged her breasts all over with his mouth, round the sides, the tops, in the between them. He loved Esme's skin, it was so smooth and soft. He kissed her mid-section and slowly made his way to her hot area. As he surveyed her, Esme gave little moans to give him the urge he needed to bury his mouth into her snatch.
He traced the lines of her perfect pussy with his tongue, running up each lip then back down the centre. He grazed across Esme's clit on every pass, driving her wild. Her moisture was evident, and Carlisle could taste her. Esme was close to cumming, so she leant across to the bedside table and grabbed the six-inch long dildo that was waiting in readiness under a cloth, hidden so Carlisle couldn't see such a surprise. She turned the dial to give it a low vibrate and began to rub her clit with it as Carlisle licked and sucked her glory spot.
Finally, she grabbed Carlisle's head with one hand and drove it harder into her. Carlisle obliged by going nuts. The Vibrator was rubbing hard as Esme screamed with orgasmic delight. Moisture seeped from her as she came. Carlisle loved the taste, and kept licking, while Esme just shuddered with pleasure. Esme felt done, but Carlisle moved up along her body once again, kissing and caressing every part slowly.
He sat up, kneeling next to her head, as she looked up at him with greedy eyes. She grabbed his cock and sunk it deep into her mouth. Impaling her throat with every thrust. Carlisle moaned as he rubbed the back of her head, but gently, never wanting to force her to blow him yet.
He felt his insides start to pulsate, so without any hesitation, he pulled away from her and rolled her over into the doggy potion where he went straight to her and sunk his eight-inch long dick into her. Esme moaned repeatedly as he pounded her. She could feel his ball sack slapping at her mound, sending her berserk.
It wasn't long before she too was building up yet again. "Drive me home baby!" she yelled at Carlisle. He grabbed each side of her waist and pulled her in harder on every movement. Finally, he gave a loud growl as he came inside her. Esme groaned loudly as she was so close to her second orgasm. Carlisle pulled her in so hard that his schlong was in as deep as it could, pushing Esme's button. She felt his length inside her, as cum spurted around inside. This, along with the pressure, induced the orgasm she wanted so badly. She groaned, moaned, and squealed as she finally collapsed in a heap with Carlisle right beside her. She felt the semen slowly drip from her hole, so she quickly wiped it with the cloth she had placed next to the bed earlier.
"Holy fuck!" Esme cried.
"You can say that again." Carlisle replied, grinning from ear to ear.
"We should do this more often, not only is it fun, but its good exercise."
"I won't complain at all, it certainly relieved my mind of that load."
"Well, if you're lucky, then maybe our shower tomorrow will be somewhat more interesting than usual." Esme's comment made Carlisle smile, and give off a slight chuckle like he was in high school again.
"I would love to, but Esme my love, anything with you, is nothing less than sweet."
Esme blushed sligh
tly and took her man into her arms and embraced her true love. "I love you so much Mr. Carlisle Cullen."
"I love you too, Mrs. Esme Cullen".
They tidied up the bed, as their wild romp had somewhat disturbed the tranquil setting Esme had achieved at the beginning of the evening. Putting on some underwear, they laid down close and cuddled. "So what plans are there for this weekend?" Esme asked.
"I might wake up and spend my morning with my lady, then in the afternoon, might call Aro, and talk more about this merger."
"Well if he wants to come round, tell him to bring his wife also."
"I'll mention it, we'll see what happens, and it would be good to have you there with me as well". Carlisle kissed Esme on the forehead.
"I'm always there for you Carlisle, I'm eternally yours." Esme whispered.
"And I am always yours Esme, until your heart stops beating, but even then..." Carlisle whispered in reply.
Esme felt her night was a success, sharing their inner deviates with each other, releasing some of Carlisle's stress and hopefully setting a precedent for further bedtime capers.
One can only hope, she thought as she drifted into sleep.
It took a while Ladies and Gents, but I finally got it out.
Thanks goes out to my fic wife (at)mymunkyman, who helped out. As well as the WC hoors. Thanks also to (at)mrsmoxham, for pre read and beta.
Most of all my RL wife MPG who not only is a brilliant writer with chasing victory, but a pretty patient Beta as well.
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