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Saturday Evening
Sharon and Craig were texting all day, like a couple of teenagers. He would take pictures on his phone of things he thought were cute and message them to her. There was a caterpillar sitting on a flower, the neighbor's cat stalking a squirrel, the neighbor's little kid running around with a sheet on his head.
Sharon would text back with snarky comments. The exchange was adorable: too adorable if you ask Rusty.
"She's glued to her phone," he texted Brenda, not detecting the slightest bit of irony.
"Loverboy?"
Fritz looked up. His wife has been like a teenager lately, texting all day. This time last year, she barely know how to send a text. Joel got himself one of Fritz's socks and was chasing it across the floor.
"Of course, Loverboy. She has this grin on her face as she awaits his next text."
Brenda laughed out loud. "Sharon and Craig can't stop texting each other," she told her husband.
"Can't stop texting. I don't believe it."
"I know right." Brenda didn't get the irony either. "How cute!" she texted back.
"Too cute!"
"Well, if she's smitten, she'll probably have less time to get in your business."
"I hope so."
Brenda put her phone down. Speaking of match making, she had new victims clients. She made a list of all of her single friends: Flynn, Sanchez, Buzz, David, Provenza and Andrea. Well Provenza, it would be cruel to set up a woman with him. David, is still reeling over his last girlfriend, even if he can't admit it, and Flynn is a little too skeptical for romance. He needs a woman who can break him down and build him back up again. Where would Brenda find that? It looked like Buzz would be the easiest, although he does live with his mother. Hmm. Sanchez, ah! He's a widower- Brenda would have to tread carefully with him. Andrea, maybe she should be next.
Brenda got lost in thought. She didn't even notice her husband standing right in front of her. "Baby, we have dinner reservations."
Brenda's stomach was growling. "Oh! I forgot about that." Brenda got up and went to change. She threw on a red dress and some gold pumps, did her makeup, left her hair down and was ready to go.
"I think that's the fastest you have ever gotten ready," Fritz commented.
"I'm really hungry."
He laughed, and they left for dinner. Tonight, they were going to a Brazilian steakhouse. Fritz was dying to try it out since it opened, and Brenda made reservations. It was a bit of a splurge, but she's been making good money since she started working at the prosecutor's office, and she wanted to take him out for a treat.
They got to the restaurant, and were promptly seated. A waiter promptly served them with a drink menu and a dinner menu.
Fritz already knew what he wanted, filet mignon. Brenda couldn't make up her mind. Everything looked delicious. Fritz looked across the table. He had dessert in his sights. Brenda looked fantastic. Her hair was curly and messy, just how he liked it. The dress hugged her curves, and the make up brought out her big, Bambi eyes.
The waiter came back. Brenda still had no idea what she wanted.
"How about you pick a drink and I'll come back to take your dinner order?"
"Okay." Brenda looked at the drink menu. "What's a caipirinha?"
"It's similar to a daiquiri, but it has cachaca instead of rum. Cachaca is a Brazilian spirt made of sugar cane."
Brenda heard sugar and her eyes light up. "I'll have one of those, thank you."
Fritz just got a coke.
Brenda tried again at the menu. "I would eat any of these," she said.
Fritz wanted to try the ribs,. "How about you get the ribs, and we could share both of them?"
"That sounds great."
The waiter came back, and she got the Costela De Porco. He brought her drink. It was a little tart, but it had an easy finish to it. The cachaca gave her a nice buzz. She looked across to her husband. He looked dashing in his suit, everything in it's proper place. Brenda actually preferred it when he was a little messy. There would be plenty of time for that after dinner.
The dinner came with a salad and fried plantains. The plantains were delicious, crisp on the outside, softer on the inside and a spicy sugary glaze on top. Brenda licked her lips to get the last bit of sugar. Fritz's eyes were drawn to her mouth. Brenda used to be self-conscious about her mouth; she thought it was too big. Fritz didn't know how that was possible. Brenda had a great mouth, and she was great with it. Brenda looked up and noticed him staring. He gave her a quick kiss.
The entrees came, and they smelled delicious. Fritz sliced the meat carefully. He took a bite. It was tender, juicy and well seasoned, just the way to a man's heart. Brenda broke off a rib with her hands. She bit into it. It was divine. She liked ribs, especially being able to eat with her fingers. She got a bit of sauce on her hand. She slowly sucked it off her finger, just making eye contact with Fritz. She loved to tease him.
He saw her little motion, and he reacted just as she thought he would. She smirked at him. "What a little tease," he thought as he returned to his steak. Brenda was having fun with her game. She had a way of sucking the meat of the bone. Only she could make eating a rack of ribs an erotic experience.
She caught his eye again, and she had an idea. Her foot left her shoe and slowly brushed against his. She moved her foot gently up his leg, causing him to quiver. She wanted to see how riled up she could get him before they got home.
Fritz offered his wife some steak, and he helped himself to some ribs. The ribs were very good, and it was easier to eat the ribs than watch Brenda tease him with them. Oh he thought too soon! As Brenda approached his inner thigh, she could tell he had an erection building. She smiled at him.
The waiter came by. "How is everything?" He also refilled her drink.
"Fabulous," Brenda told him, gently brushing her toe against Fritz as she said so. She made him gulp. The waiter was off. Brenda giggled at her husband. "Cat got your tongue?"
He gave her a look, and then he smiled. When Brenda was this playful, it meant that they would be having a good night, a very good night.
The meat came with mashed potatoes, which were very good, but the meat was the star of the show, well until Brenda got to the potatoes. She managed to suck them off her fork. Fritz couldn't believe this. What if people were watching her eat? They would think she had some kind of food fetish.
After dinner, came dessert. They shared a rich, chocolate cake which was quite decadent. Brenda, of course, got some on her face. Fritz wiped it off with his thumb before she could lick it. No matter, Brenda sucked the chocolate off of his thumb and looked into his eyes.
"Check please!" Fritz called after they were done with the dessert. They got into their car. Brenda was clearly a little tipsy from dinner. She kept rubbing his inner thigh.
"When we get home, Honey." Fritz did not want to crash. He already had two DUIs. The last thing he needed was a driving while getting jerked off ticket. He'd never be able to afford insurance.
They got home. Brenda grabbed Fritz by the tie and led him into the house. She had enough of teasing him for one evening. It was time to deliver. She set him on the couch, and said she'd be right back. Brenda slipped off her dress and changed into an evening outfit. She returned quietly. Fritz didn't even hear her come into the room. She slipped her arms around his torso and kissed his neck. As he turned to look at her, she walked around the couch to get in front of him.
She had put up her hair and put on quite an outfit. A black leather corset, with white lace and purple trims, with a matching purple thong and black garter, which held up thigh high fishnets and of course black pumps to finish off the outfit. Brenda put on this outfit in record time. She stood still for a moment, letting Fritz take it all in. All of the blood in his body rushed below his belt. and he was out of breath just looking at her.
Brenda straddled her lover, her lips crashing into his. His hands found her waist and quickly fell to her bare, supple ass. Her skin was soft and tender, and he wasted no time kneading her round cheeks. Brenda sighed into his mouth as she arched her back, both pushing her breasts forward and her behind backwards. Fritz's lips slipped to her breasts and he began to kiss them gently as his hands worked her over.
She could feel his erection pressing into her, and she wanted to take care of him, but first, she wanted to enjoy his hands and mouth on her aroused flesh. He felt amazing, and her groans let him know it. She began to slowly grind her hips against him, causing them both to gasp and moan. When she felt him getting close, she slowed down and reluctantly broke away from his embrace.
"Let me take care of you," she said as she stroked his hardness through his pants. Before he could say anything, Brenda had his fly undone and began tugging at his belt. He rose his hips so she could pull down his pants and his boxers, and her small, perfectly manicured hand enveloped his throbbing member.
She smiled as she looked up at him and knelt in front of him, between both of his legs. She kissed and bit his inner thighs causing him to started at the base and began to lick her way to the underside of the head. She was precise with each lick and stroke, slowly covering every inch of his cock. Her mouth sucked the head in easily, and she began to slowly bob her head up and down.
Fritz let out quite a groan. He had this image in his head throughout dinner, but even his dirty mind didn't give this scene justice. Brenda had on quite an outfit. Some guys don't care what the woman is wearing as long as she gets naked. Fritz, however, loves it when Brenda puts on sexy outfits. They add complexity to their sex life. As much as he likes seeing her in lace and leather, they restrict his access to her flesh, causing him to get even more eager.
Brenda loved picking out new outfits for her man. He always appreciated them. She decided to give him more of a show. Brenda pulled herself onto the couch and got down on her hands and knees. She sucked him into her mouth, bobbing up and down. Her ass had a way of wriggling as she serviced him, another way to tantalize Fritz.
He noticed. Boy did he notice. Her performance started off controlled and precised, but ended up sloppy and messy as she sucked and stroked him. She would periodically look up at him, sending a little eye-roll his way and then resume her work. She had become a master at non-verbal communications. Her eyes said, you're loving this, aren't you.
Her tongue and her hands knew no bounds. Her only barrier was their positioning. She found a way around that too. She pulled him to his knees, so he was kneeling on the couch and pushed at his thighs until he spread them. She began to cup his balls and softly rub them as she sucked on the head. When she would suck harder, she would ease up with her hand and vice versa. She was driving him mad, keeping him on the edge, but not letting him cross it.
She could feel the tension building throughout his body, specifically in his hamstrings. He was using ever bit of self restraint. His heart was beating faster and faster, and she could his body pulse. She finally decided to take mercy on him. She leaned forward and sucked him as far as she could, his head pushing against the back of her throat. The tightness really got to Fritz and before he knew it, he shameless buried his hands in her curly locks and began to thrust into her. It wasn't long before he was fucking her face, and it was only a few seconds before he erupted.
She sucked him dry, swallowing every drop. He collapsed onto the couch, completely drained. Brenda had a big grin on her face. She loved it when Fritz completely lost control.
"Did I tire you out already?" she said with a smirk.
"Not even close. Just give me 10 minutes. Also, some water would be great."
Brenda came back with two glasses. She sat beside her husband. His arm slipped around her waist, and her back hit his chest.
Sharon was on her computer. Craig had e-mailed her a picture of him with his two boys, and she was looking for a family photo to send him. She sighed. This was a difficult task. Some photos made her look chubby. Other ones had her forehead all shiny. She finally found one that she thought she looked good enough in to send. Her younger daughter looked a little cross-eyed in this photo but too bad. Sharon sent it.
Craig was in his study with a glass of Prosecco. He got a new e-mail. It was Sharon on the beach, with two young ladies. One of them looked just like her. The other must look like her father. They were on the side of a mountain together. Sharon looked lovely, as always. One daughter looked a little cross-eyed, but maybe it was just the bright sun in her eyes.
Craig added a gif of a dancing lobster to the photo and attached the song "Rock Lobster." He sent it back. Sharon was going to brush her teeth when she saw the new e-mail and opened it. She almost fell out her chair laughing. She sent him an IM. "I don't remember any lobsters on the volcano in Maui."
He answered. "They climb into the lava and cook themselves for you."
"I learn something new everyday."
"Well, I am a professor."
"Good night, Professor." She sent him a smiley face. Oh god. Since when did Sharon use smiley faces?
"Good night," he answered, glad that they would be having brunch together tomorrow. He couldn't wait to see her up close.
Sharon took a hot shower and went to bed. Like many nights, she went into bed with her favorite toy, but this time, she had a man on her mind, her man. She closed her eyes and began to imagine his lips on her neck and chest and back. He had soft lips but a harsh tongue, and he smelled like cedar and smoke, and so did his sheets. It wasn't long before she was wet.
Her body let out a gasp as she spread her legs. She turned on her vibrator and slowly made circles around her sex, each one drawing a little closer to her nub. She sighed as she remembered how she felt when Craig first sucked her into his mouth. Her hips lurched forward. She wriggled and writhed as she got into a rhythm. She recalled how he felt on top of her and inside of her. She imagined being on her hands and knees and having him mount her from behind. She had a feeling he would like her on all fours. The thought of it got Sharon even wetter and her vibrator kept slipping out of place. She fussed until she figured out a new plan.
She traded the vibrator for a dildo and began to fuck herself with it. Her eyes were closed and her imagination wide open. She slipped into the memory of being in Craig's car, but in her mind they were in the backseat, well half in the back seat and half in the front. He had her on all fours, her dress hiked up, his pants at his ankles, and he was pounding her. His strong hands holding onto her hips, his thighs slamming into hers as his hips met her ass.
She could almost feel him snaking his hand in between her legs and rubbing her clit aggressively as he drilled her, causing her to scream and shout as he manhandled her, until she came all over the place. The image was too much to stay in Sharon's mind. She let out a scream as her orgasm overtook her, causing her to violently shake and thrash until she collapsed on the bed. She was drenched in sweat, her breath gone and her mind frazzled. Even the thought of Craig having her was enough to send her into a tailspin. She was in, deep.
Craig took a shower before bed. The hot water hit his face, and he washed his hair. As he closed his eyes, he imagined being out on his boat with Sharon. They could go out somewhere far away, where there would be no onlookers. He would love to have her on his boat, out in open space where the whole world would bear witness to a carnal affair and would know that she was his and he was hers. He recalled the smell of her perfume and how it's sweetness lingered in his nostrils for hours.
His sheets still smelled like her, even after he washed them. The smell was faint, but it was enough to give him a flashback to the night before. The memory gave him a powerful erection and he began to stroke himself. "FUCK!" he growled. His hand was no match for her, but it would have to do for now. He stroked himself with fury, almost angry at himself for being alone tonight. He knew what he wanted, what he needed and that was to have Sharon naked and in his bed. There were so many things he wanted to do with her and to her. He grunted as he got closer and finally, he shot his load all over the shower. He sighed, stepped out and got ready for bed.
Fritz carried his lovely wife to the bedroom. He gently kissed her, everywhere he could reach and finally, it was time for her lovely outfit to go back to the box. He carefully got her out of her corset and other garments and gently put it all aside. Now she was in front of him, completely naked, nipple pointed straight ahead, her slender and strong physique ready for anything.
He started kissing and nipping at her neck. She grumbled as she positioned herself underneath him. His hands slowly made their way down to her inner thigh and she was excited for him. He rubbed at her inner thigh, and she spread her legs for him readily.
"That was easy," he joked.
"You can have me however you want me." She meant it.
She humbled him. He slipped his hands onto her waist and kissed her tenderly. She moaned into his mouth, and her legs found themselves on opposite sides of his hips. He pulled the covers over himself, and they cocooned under the sheets. If someone were watching, all they would see was a moving lump under the sheets, but they would hear a variety of sounds: groans, grunts, sighs, moans and tender cries that all came with the territory with impassioned love-making.
Brenda and Fritz were on the same page, and they managed to climax one after the other. Brenda cried out one final time, and the lump stopped moving for now. Eventually, they emerged out of the sheets. His arms were wrapped around her stomach and she leaned into his chest. He kissed her neck. They held each other for what felt like hours, but was probably only ten minutes. Brenda turned around and faced her partner. She gave him a kiss that he deepened. She flipped him onto his back and straddled him. The two wrestled for position, kissing and groping one another all the way. Brenda eventually got on top just to roll off him. She was always paradoxical. She turned around and got on all fours, wriggling her ass again.
Fritz accepted the invitation. He knelt behind her and slowly pushed his way inside. She cried out as he got all the way in, pushing against her tightness. He held himself steady for a moment and then began to started off slow but quickly picked up momentum. Brenda welcomed every thrust and began to roll her hips against him. The angle was great and she felt very sexy on all fours: it was very primal, like lust had completely overtaken them, and it left her completely exposed, subject to his whims.
"Oh God!" she groaned, her voice very throaty. She moaned and whimpered as Fritz had his way with her. He loved it when she was vocal. Bringing her pleasure got his ego going, driving him to increase his efforts, causing her to get even louder.
He gripped her hips tightly as he bucked against her. His lips hit her neck, and he gently massaged her breast, one side at a time, as he pounded her. The contrast between his aggressive thrusts and gentle handwork was enough to send her over the edge and she came, quite loudly. Fritz wasn't quite there yet. Brenda tried to stay in position, but it was getting more and more difficult. Eventually, she slumped forward, stomach on the mattress.
Fritz repositioned himself, his legs on either side of Brenda's hips. He began to thrust harder and harder into her. The new position made Brenda feel even tighter, and Fritz was getting close. Brenda moaned and growled, as Fritz's thrusts got faster and more furious. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him as he came deep inside of her. They collapsed on the bed together.