Grinning reflectively, Marisa held the glass door for Chloe and Tariq. “They are such nice people. We should find out their names.”
Moonlight devoured dusk as Chloe led them to the park in introspective silence. It was funny how he and Marisa knew the dog’s name, but not his owners’ names. That seemed to be dog-park etiquette these days.
As they walked together, yet alone in their thoughts, it occurred to Tariq that they hadn’t actually finished that conversation started at the restaurant. “Do you really not remember how we met?” he asked. He hated to rehash a closed topic, but he was still in disbelief.
“Of course I do. How could I forget meeting the man of my dreams?”
“So spill,” Tariq encouraged. “How did we meet?”
She gave his hand a squeeze. “You know very well we met at the Helpline’s annual general meeting.”
“Tell it to me like it’s a bedtime story,” he said, though he knew she was totally off base. “Tell it like you’re telling our baby how her parents met.”
They stopped to let Chloe to do her business. “You are ridiculous.”
“I know.”
“OK, once upon a time, there was fat, lonely woman named Marisa . . .”
“Once upon a time, there was a lovely, curvaceous woman named Marisa,” Tariq corrected.
With a grin, she continued, “Marisa was on the board of directors for the Women’s Crisis Helpline . . .”
“She was the Treasurer.” Once Chloe finished, Tariq picked up after her.
Marisa clicked her teeth to scold him. “Who’s telling this story, anyway?”
“Sorry.” He threw the baggie in a garbage can and they sauntered to the bench under the path light.
She eased herself into the seat, looking more like a pregnant woman with each second that passed. “To take minutes at the Helpline’s meeting, our Chair called on a friend who’d offered to volunteer with us. Tariq worked as a note-taker, so it was a perfect match.” Marisa stretched out her legs in front of the bench. Their pup jumped up, tracking muddy paws all over Tariq’s lap. Scratching behind Chloe’s ears, Marisa rested her head against his shoulder. “The second you walked in the room, I smiled. You were so damn cute, Tariq. It was love at first sight.”
“I was sweating like a hog! Can you imagine how nervous I was, walking into a room full of powerful women?”
Marisa smiled. “I saw you and I knew you were going to be in my life for ever.”
Chloe flipped onto her back so Tariq could rub her belly. “How did you know?”
“You had such a sweet look about you, like a lost little boy. That’s why I waved you over and had you sit next to me.”
When she gazed up at him, he leaned in for a tender peck on the lips – one that lingered and swelled into a full-blown Amazon make-out kiss. Chloe hopped to the ground as Marisa ran her hand along his thigh. “I’ve never for a second forgotten why I fell in love with you,” she cooed, unbuckling his belt. He couldn’t believe what she was doing. Sliding down his zipper, she reached into his pants. “All night I’ve wanted to wrap my lips around your cock.”
High alert! Tariq looked across the park. There was nobody around, but the idea of getting caught unnerved him. His heart seemed to thump against his ribcage. “We’re right under the lights. I appreciate the enthusiasm, honey, but we can’t do this here. Besides, Chloe’s watching.”
“Screw the pooch,” Marisa teased. She sprang his cock from its prison of fabric. “I want to taste you.”
How could he say no? The sparkle in her eyes spoke of profound lust, unending desire, and, God, did he ever want to feel Marisa’s sticky, waxy, very shimmery lipstick against his dick! When she rushed his lap, he didn’t stop her. Tariq’s whole body seized at the sensation of her wet tongue against the seam of his cockhead. No use arguing with Marisa – she knew what she wanted. Anyway, a bit of oral in the park was hardly an imposition. That demon tongue could lick him straight to hell. He’d just have to keep an eye out for passers-by.
Lunging at his plump cock, Marisa kicked into high gear. She swallowed his firm flesh, sucking like crazy. Instinctively, he surged, plunging his cock up into her mouth. It was a knee-jerk reaction. He couldn’t help it. When he apologized, she only growled and pumped the base of his dick with her fist. Her eagerness was the greatest turn-on of all.
Marisa’s soft, wet mouth trapped him in a vacuum. As she sucked, the pleasure mounted. It came up from his toes and throbbed through his calves. He grasped tightly at Chloe’s pink leash, regretting that her virgin eyes had to witness such a down-and-dirty sight. Although, after what she’d been up to with Socrates, maybe he shouldn’t feel so corrupt.
“I gotta say, pregnancy agrees with you,” Tariq chuckled. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. They were in public, in a park. Anybody could walk by. Sure, it was dark out, but only just, and anyway they were sitting directly under a big light. But did that mean he wanted to stop? Hell, no! This was dream material. This was a men’s magazine letter. This couldn’t possibly be real life. Each time they walked by this bench from here on in, Tariq would picture this night together and feel his wife’s silken mouth sucking his fat dick.
Marisa sat up with a wicked glint in her eye. “I don’t control the hormones – the hormones control me!” But that glint quickly turned to apprehension as she caught sight of something down the path. Tariq turned to see none other than the Burberry bitch . . . and her little dog too!
“No way!” Marisa laughed as the horrid woman approached. Tariq couldn’t be so jovial about the situation. His heart was racing, pounding so hard he could hear it loud and clear. He quickly buried his cock in his pants and crossed his legs tight.
“Beautiful evening for a walk,” Marisa called out. The disgruntled woman sprinted past without so much as a nod of recognition, but Marisa couldn’t be dissuaded. “Have a good night! See you around the building, neighbor!”
The designer dog and owner shot out of sight.
It was a relief to see his wife in a playful mood after the earlier effrontery. Turning to Tariq, she smiled. “Now, where were we?”
Tariq’s heart still thudded in his chest. “About to head home, I think. That was a close call.”
“Aw, come on!” she begged. Digging his cock from his pants, she sculpted it like clay. God, were her hands ever soft! “Let me finish you off, babe.”
How could he resist those dark, pouty lips? “If you insist . . .”
“Oh, baby, I do,” she replied. As she wrapped her mouth around his craving cock, those two words – I do – took him back to their terrifying, expensive, incredible wedding day. He couldn’t believe she went through with it. What did this sexy, smart, generous woman see in him?
Marisa dug inside Tariq’s shorts and squeezed his balls, bringing him back into the now. She took a slow, long lick up his shaft. Her pink tongue circled him like a snake. She gave his rod a friendly bite before sucking nectar out of the tip. His whole body trembled when her tongue tickled the slit of his cockhead. She flicked it in a fast frenzy. “You’re so beautiful,” he choked, running his fingers along the back of her neck. “So beautiful.”
As she plunged down on him, pumping his cock with her fist, he gazed through moist eyes at his gorgeous wife. For some reason, she loved him. Somehow, he turned her on enough that she insisted on giving him head in a public park. As he watched her glorious head plunging against his lap, Tariq’s thighs trembled. The familiar sensations took over, and as relieved as he was that they might actually get away with this outdoor play, he felt a pinch in knowing it would soon be over. God, he could thrust in his wife’s hot mouth forever. She was so damn gorgeous, so beautiful.
Tariq bucked up into Marisa’s warm mouth. She squeezed the base of his cock and his balls quaked. This was it, oh yeah. Pressure mounted. Any second now, he wouldn’t be able to hold it in. He gripped to the back of Marisa’s neck with one hand and Chloe’s leash with the other. He thrust as much as she’d let
him. As predicted, that well-known feeling of bliss overwhelmed him. He released, and warm come streamed from his cock like a volcanic eruption.
Marisa kept sucking until he was too sensitive to handle the delicate warmth of her mouth. Zipping up his sopping-wet pants, she smiled and nibbled his ear. “Wasn’t that good?”
“No, that was bad,” Tariq scolded like a child’s disciplinarian. “You are a very naughty girl.”
“If that was so bad,” she teased, “then how come I got a whole mouthful?”
With a chuckle, Tariq collapsed like a dead man on the bench. He laughed. “I can’t believe you gave me a blow job in a park!” When he let his head fall on the cushion of Marisa’s lap, Chloe wasted no time in jumping onto his belly.
“You were a surprisingly good girl,” Marisa praised, petting her head. “I wish I had treats with me.”
“I can’t wait until you have a giant belly,” Tariq mused.
“Won’t be long now,” she said with a smile. “Come on, get up. It’s home time.”
Groaning, he fought the urge to fall fast asleep. “Can you carry me?”
“Give me a break,” she chuckled. Treetops obscured the night sky. It would be great to see stars, but light pollution put an end to that years ago. “Are you asleep?”
“Yes.”
Giving him a playful slap on the cheek, she said, “You never did tell me your version of how we met.”
“That’s right.” He reveled in his impending moment of vindication. “It was on the subway.”
Marisa reflected, her eyes gleaming as she looked deeply into his. “Yeah, that’s what you said at dinner.”
“I can’t believe you don’t remember. On the way to the board-of-directors meeting, you and I were on the same subway car. You were standing right in front of me, so close I could almost touch you.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, like she was trying to make it true in her mind. Finally, she shook her head. “I guess I didn’t notice, babe.”
“Well, I sure noticed you. The moment I saw you, I was gone. It was love like I’d never felt it. I was tense all through my chest, I could barely breathe, but I had to say something because I knew you were the woman I was going to marry.”
The look she shot him spelled b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t!
“Serious!” he went on. “So you know what I said to you?”
“I have no recollection of any of this.”
“You had your subway pass on a lanyard around your neck, and I said, ‘Hey that’s smart. That way you won’t lose it.’”
“You didn’t!” Marisa chuckled.
“I did. If I was making stuff up, I’d come up with something more suave than a comment about your subway pass.”
“Are you sure it was me? I don’t remember.”
“Absolutely,” he said. He needed to convince her. “And then I said—”
“Oh God, there’s more?”
“Yeah, I told you that my old granny lost her bus pass. ‘She was crying, being out all that money.’ You didn’t say anything, so I kept going. ‘I should tell her to wear it around her neck. That’s a smart idea.’”
A light went on. Marisa’s mouth fell wide open. She held her dumbstruck pose for a moment before laughing so hard she knocked Tariq and Chloe clear off the bench. “Christ Almighty!”
“You remember now?” He brushed the dirt from his knees before scooping Chloe into his arms.
“Yes,” she cackled, rising to her feet. “I thought you were an utter fool!”
“Thanks,” Tariq replied. He helped her up from the bench and they sauntered through the park. She kept laughing even as they headed home. “But do you remember what you did next?”
Marisa doubled over in hysterics, crossing her legs like she might pee if she kept laughing so hard. “I walked to the other side of the subway car to get away from you.”
Bingo! “You do remember me!”
It took her nearly five minutes to catch her breath. When the hooting died to giggles, she assured him, “I remember the situation, but, baby, I didn’t actually look at you then. You think I pay attention to every strange man who talks to me on the subway? I thought you might solicit spare change for your poor old granny.”
As they cut across deserted tennis courts, she took his arm in hers. Chloe leaned in to lick her chin. “But if we were on the same train, why did you get to the AGM so long after me?”
“I got lost. Then, when I saw you sitting at that board table, I thought, Shit! I hope I’m in the wrong place. But you waved me over to sit next to you. All this time I thought you were being nice to make up for walking away on the subway.”
“Nope!” she replied with another peal of laughter. “And they say marriage is a stagnant institution. I can’t wait to tell the girls I didn’t even remember meeting you.”
Tariq came to a halt at the edge of the tennis courts. Placing his hands on Marisa’s belly, he said, “Make sure to tell them – and Darien, and this little baby, and anyone else who asks – that it was love at first sight. Ours might have two sides, but it’s still a great story.”
Marisa leaned forward to kiss his lips. “A love-at-first-sight story.”
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