A/N: So here it is... Chapter 3. I have changed the rating to M just in case and this chapter does come with a warning - if shameless smut is not your cup of tea, then you need to find something else to read.
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Danny stared at the closed door in front of him, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping open in shock. What the hell? His mind was racing. Had he said something wrong? He thought back over their conversation. He was pretty sure that he had correctly guessed her password. So, why was he now staring at a closed door? Tentatively he reached out and tried the door knob. It turned in his hand and the door swung wide open. Obviously Lindsay had released the security chain, ready and willing to grant him full access to whatever it was that she had in store for him.
"Linds?" he called out into the darkened apartment. The only light in the room came from the hall behind him, and the soft glow of the fire burning low in the gas/electric fireplace in the living room.
"Shut the door, cowboy," came a voice from somewhere in the darkness.
Quickly Danny complied, ensuring that the deadbolt and security chain were safely in place before moving further into the room.
"Baby?"
"Sit down Danny."Lindsay's disembodied voice was thick with desire. Danny squinted into the darkness. He saw that placed strategically in the middle of the living room was a single chair. He recognized it as one from their dining room set.
Ditching his jacket on the floor by the door and kicking off his shoes, Danny made his way across the plush carpet to the chair and sat down.
"Now what?" he asked, glancing around nervously, straining his eyes to try to get a glimpse of his wife.
When she finally came into view, Danny's breath caught in the back of his throat. She emerged from the darkness of their bedroom and leaned alluringly on the frame of the door to their bedroom. He drank in her appearance. She had her hair pulled back in a high pony tail, she was wearing a tight little sweater with the logo he recognized from her high school photos as being from Bozeman Senior Secondary School, and that short, short little skirt that made a thousand filthy thoughts race through his lust addled brain. It was the kind of skirt that afforded him the perfect view of her shapely legs, but still left something for the imagination.
And in her hands? Oh my God, thought Danny. She had pom poms. Pom poms! Danny shifted in the seat to try to relieve the impossible tightness of his jeans. But it was no use.
"Oh my God, Lindsay. Wow." was all that he could manage to choke out.
"See something you like, cowboy?" Lindsay asked, her voice low and seductive.
Danny swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I'm just thinking that my wife would be so pissed of she knew I was here with you."
Lindsay smirked back at Danny. She watched him squirm in the chair, practically vibrating with anticipation. She knew that he loved her, that he desired her. He told her so practically every day. But seeing him writhe with longing in front of her was almost more than she could stand.
She noticed Danny was licking his lips, his eyes hooded as he gazed adoringly at her. She blushed at his amorous stare as he raked his eyes over her figure, and she was thankful that the dim light coming from the fireplace concealed the effect that he was having on her. She let her eyes take in the sight of her husband. He was like a little kid in a candy store - a very naughty candy store. She smiled wickedly to herself as she glanced at the growing evidence of his arousal.
She was nervous about what she was about to do. She had reservations about her ability to pull it off, and had felt slightly ridiculous at the thought of even attempting it. She had worried about what his reaction would be. But now that he was sitting in front of her - so obviously turned on - her reservations and self-consciousness flew out the window.
"Are you ready for me, big boy?" she asked coyly.
Danny could barely contain himself. He needed to touch her, to relieve the painful pressure that was building up inside of him. He had wanted this for so long - long before he had actually revealed this particular fantasy to Lindsay, even before they were dating. And he had never dreamed in a million years that she would ever do this for him. But his country girl was a woman of conviction, and once she set her mind on something, she went for it.
"Montana," he breathed, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look? How long I've thought about seeing you in that outfit? About what this would be like?"
Lindsay gazed at him, once again toying with the hem of her skirt. "Why don't you tell me, cowboy. Tell me how much you want me."
Danny groaned at the sensuality evident in her voice. God, he loved this woman. "Too long, baby. Way too long. I want you so bad."
Lindsay pushed herself off of the door frame and glided over to him slowly, making sure that she wiggled her hips to give him the full power of her womanly figure. This earned her a desperate groan of appreciation from Danny.
She stopped just out of his reach. Standing with her feet slightly apart, and her pom pom laden hands on her hips, she asked, "Are you ready, Danny?"
Danny tried to answer her, but his tongue felt swollen and all he could manage was a quick nod of his head.
Slowly, Lindsay bent down to retrieve the stereo remote from the table beside her. She had pre-programmed a playlist into her iPod for tonight and made sure that the volume was just right - not so high that it would disturb their neighbours, but loud enough to add to the romantic atmosphere in the room.
She looked at Danny as the music started, low and alluring, filling the previously quiet room with promises of what was to come. When she saw that Danny was about to reach out to her, she shook her head gently and whispered, "No touching. No touching me, and no touching yourself. Understand?"
Danny nodded his head, thoughts whirling, wondering what was about to happen. His eyes widened and he felt his throbbing erection twitch as his wife slowly began to sway her lithe body to the irresistible rhythm of the music. He watched as she reached forward and placed the pom poms in his lap, then stepped back to run the tips of her fingers up her body, starting just above her knees. She skimmed her delicate fingers up her thighs until they reached the hem of the skirt. Danny's breath hitched as the skirt caught on her fingers as she continued to draw them slowly up her body. The skirt lifted slightly revealing a pair of white cotton panties. Danny nearly came at the sight of them, and had to close his eyes to try to distract himself. But all that he could think of was her milky thighs, those hot little panties, and underneath them? Her soft curls and the delicious wetness of her....
Danny opened his eyes. The skirt had fallen back into place as her fingers continued on their torturous path upwards. Lindsay paused briefly to play with the hem of her sweater, revealing her belly. Oh, God. Her belly.
Lindsay stayed the movements of her hands, while continuing to sway her body to the beat of the music. She watched as Danny's eyes , focused on her fingers, glazed over and subconsciously the tip of his tongue darted out of this mouth to toy with his soft upper lip.
The sight of him, so clearly engrossed in her actions was almost too much. She wanted desperately to stop and throw herself at him. She wanted him to touch her, to give her the blessed release that she craved so badly. But she had promised herself that she would do this, that she would see this through.
After taking a trembling breath, she continued inching her way up her flat stomach. When she reached the swell of her breasts, she hesitated again and looked for a reaction from Danny. The song had ended and there was a brief pause before the next song began. During the silence, Lindsay realized that Danny was holding his breath, waiting for her next move.
"Babe?" she asked softly. "Danny?"
"I'm fine," he grunted at her through clenched teeth. "Please, don't stop, baby," he pleaded.
Lindsay noticed that his fingers were tangled in the pom poms and he was tugging at them in forceful little jerks in a feeble attempt to offset the tension of his arousal. Realizing that she had stopped and was staring at him, he looked down at his hands, then back up to her. He dropped the pom poms on the floor on either side of him and placed his hands palms down on his knees. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down before he exploded - literally. He opened his eyes and gave Lindsay a shy smile.
"Please, don't stop Montana."
That was all she needed to hear. Beginning again where she had left off, she traced delicate circles on the soft underside of her breasts, loving the feeling even through the fabric of the sweater and her bra. She closed her eyes and continued to caress herself as she let the music and sound of Danny's heavy breathing take over. As the sounds of Danny's panting became louder, Lindsay found herself getting more and more excited. As the music swelled, she abandoned the light touches and squeezed her breasts roughly, revelling in the delicious pain that was coursing through her body. She threw her head back and let out a loud moan of satisfaction. The tension that had been building up inside of her all evening was hanging dangerously by a thread, and she was surprised at how she could feel so much pleasure simply from the desire that emanated toward her from Danny.
Danny was so close. So close. Too close. He wanted something, anything to keep his mind off of the heaviness of the lust that was threatening to overtake him. She hadn't even touched him yet, and he was teetering on the edge. Sure, he had seen Lindsay pleasure herself a few times, but nothing like this. This was something that was planned, something special. Something just for him. And God, was it hot. Back when he was a bachelor, long before Lindsay, he'd been to his share of strip clubs, had a few lap dances and a few strip teases. And they had always been fine. But this - this was something else. She hadn't even removed a single stitch of clothing and he was so turned on. Behind the lust and desire between them there was a deep and enduring love that made this so much more amazing for him.
And when Lindsay had clutched her sensitive breasts, the moan that she had let out was the most erotic sound he had ever heard in his life. He had to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from losing it. And when Lindsay had opened her eyes, they had been dark and full of a yearning for him that took his breath away. Lindsay opened her eyes to look at him, rubbing her thumbs roughly over the fabric covering her nipples. She pinched them hard between her thumbs and forefingers and whimpered. "I'm so close Danny."
"What do you want me to do, baby?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Just watch, Danny," she said. "I love you." As the words left her lips, she threw her head back once again and her right hand moved swiftly down her body, plunging into the waistband of her skirt until her whole hand was concealed under the pleated fabric.
Danny groaned, knowing what her fingers were doing, but unable to see for himself as Lindsay brought herself closer to her release.
"Baby, please" he whined, gripping his knees tightly, trying to stop his hands from reaching out to lift the skirt so he could see her delicate fingers work their magic. "Baby, I want to see you, see what you're doing."
Lindsay acquiesced, slowly pulling her hand out from the waistband of the skirt. She slowly skimmed her palm down the front of the skirt, and raised the offending fabric so that she could access the elastic waistband of her panties while affording him the view he so desperately craved.
When Danny saw her fingers, slick with her own juices, emerge from the top of her skirt he had to use all of his willpower to stop himself from reaching out and sucking each of her fingers clean. He watched as she lifted the skirt, revealing her thighs and the crotch of her cotton panties. He groaned inwardly when he noticed the wetness that was seeping through the fabric, and once again had to restrain himself and let her finish.
She pushed her hand into her panties and he could see her fingers working frantically underneath the thin material as she rubbed her clit. Her breath hitched when she inserted first one, then a second finger into her slick entrance, pumping in and out roughly while she continued to massage her breasts with her left hand, twisting her nipples through the fabric of her uniform.
"Oh, my God, Montana," he breathed.
"Tell me Danny," she panted, "tell me what you want me to do. Oh my God, please Danny. Tell me."
Danny leaned forward in his chair, his fingers still clutched around his knees, and whispered the words she was longing to hear. "Cum for me, Montana."
And she did, her moans of ecstasy filling their apartment. She continued to flick and tease her clit, and her fingers continued to pump roughly in and out as her muscles contracted around her. Danny watched in amazement as she slowly came down from her high. Her cheeks were tinged with pink and she looked so beautiful. He wanted to reach out to her, but she had given him instructions before she had started, and he had been so good. He didn't want to break the rules now.
"Can I touch you?" he asked tentatively.
She smiled at him and nodded. He reached over and pulled her onto his lap and rested his cheek against her chest, listening to her heart beat and her breath heave after her exertion. He took her wrist and gently pulled her right hand out from the under the now soaking wet fabric between her thighs. He looked up at her and made sure that she watched as he placed each finger into his mouth, one after the other, and licked the remnants of her juices from them, savouring the flavour that was so uniquely Lindsay.
When he was done, he reached up to cup her cheek in his hand. "That was amazing. Spectacular. Thank you so much, baby. You are so beautiful, and I just... I mean... wow."
Lindsay leaned into his embrace and put her lips next to his ear and whispered in a voice so low he almost thought that he imagined it. "We are just getting started, cowboy."
A/N: So? Thoughts? Want more? Read and review and your wish is my command!
