His Wife

by Bree Branigan

  Candace found a great spot with just enough sun cover to give her skin a nice glow. She fanned the book open to a page midway through it and waited. Her skin tingled, and the anticipation of Declan’s arrival pulled at her insides. She was on the verge of coming out of her skin by the time she’d heard her front door open and close. Candace was in it for the win now.

  Chapter 2

  She was still pretending to read her book when Declan knocked on the sliding doors leading from the main room of her home out to the pool. She waved him in with a deep smile. The tee shirt and gym shorts he was wearing did nothing to hide the thick braids of his muscled arms and toned strong thighs. Candace stifled a moan as his long legs brought her to him in what must have been three steps.

  “I didn’t expect you to be on time,” Candace said, as she closed the book and dropped it in her lap.

  “I know you are a busy woman, and I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”

  “Well, thanks for the consideration. Can I get you anything? Wine? A drink? Water? There might be some Gatorade inside.”

  Declan hovered over her now. His tall, strong build gave Candace a small respite from the glaring sun. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his gym shorts and looked out over the pool and then back to Candace. Both of them knew she didn’t need her pool cleaned. Candace kept it in pristine condition herself, but he was here now.

  “No, I don’t need anything. I won’t take up much of your time. I just wanted to check out your system and see how much upkeep you’d need.”

  He dropped down next to the pool and skimmed the water with his hands. His eyes chased the ripples over the pool. A few stray leaves, some grass clippings, and just a tad off balance, but nothing crazy. Declan nodded.

  “So, probably once a week would be good right? I mean, I don’t want to tie your brother up. I’m sure he has a girlfriend by now.” Candace walked toward the sliding doors leading into the main room of her home. She looked over her shoulder back at Declan and caught his dark eyes on the firm roundness of her ass. A smile curled on her lips.

  “He doesn’t date much. He just wants money for video games and shit my mother won’t buy him. I’m sure once a week will be fine.”

  “What about you? What lucky girl has your heart these days?” Candace let her voice drop an octave. Her eyelashes fluttered as she asked him.

  Declan laughed. “No one serious. Just a date here and there. Nothing like you and Mr. Hutchinson have.”

  “Maybe you see something in Mr. Hutchinson and I that I don't,” Candace said as she dipped into her home.

  She walked to her kitchen, aware of Declan’s footsteps behind her. Candace raked her fingers through her hair. What was she doing? Declan’s mentioning of her husband had an unpredictable effect. She felt guilty, and they hadn’t even done anything. It was probably a sign that she wasn’t ready for whatever kind of fling she was attempting to begin here, But Candace wasn’t willing to admit that yet.

  She pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and a bottle of Gatorade for Declan. Her wine was still on the table outside, and frankly, she needed something to cool her down. He joined her at the kitchen bar and took the Gatorade. He drank it slowly, with his eyes on her breasts, pushing against the sheer, gauzy fabric of her cover up. He oscillated between staring at her breasts and trying to look elsewhere. Finally, it was too humorous to ignore.

  “If you are going to be shy about staring at my breasts then you aren’t the boy I thought you were,” said Candace flippantly.

  Declan smiled. His chocolate eyes gleamed with desire, a striking reminder that he wasn’t as much a boy as she had thought. Candace licked her lips. She felt a swarm of warm energy travel from her chest straight down into her moist core. She hadn’t felt it like this since she and her husband were dating. Now, Declan had awakened something that she was ready to have again. He leaned against the bar. The glimmer in his eyes broke a little as he cast them down to the slow and steady swell of her breast and then, back up into Candace’s curious gaze.

  “Is that better?” he asked, teasingly. The look in his eyes, the crooked smile, were all implications that he’d known her intentions.

  “Much. I hadn’t taken you for the type who would have to be coached into knowing what he wanted.”

  “Not at all. I’ve known I've wanted you for a while, but with your husband and your sons my age…”

  “Neither of which are here. Would it matter if they were?”

  Declan seemed to think it over. His gaze drifted to a high point behind Candace, and she used the time to study his square jaw line and the deep carving of his chin. Her nipples pressed into the slick biking fabric creating a dense outline of perfect hard candy. Candace held her breath as the warmth that traveled through her before caused her center to pulse with desire. She could almost feel him. The smooth, porcelain touch of his fingers against her skin would surely raise her from the dead. Only if he wanted to. She was taking all the risk here. Candace couldn’t ignore that she was the one with everything to lose if the hot body in front of her got cold feet, or a conscience. She was hoping that all of her years of being a faithful wife would play into her favor now and grant her reprieve from consequences. She just wanted a little fun, a little excitement in her life again. Even if it were only for a summer, Candace wanted to remember what it felt like to be alive with desire.

  Declan’s eyes returned to Candace’s tanned skin. His lips opened slightly, and she could see the turning wheels of his thoughts. “No. It wouldn’t matter. I would still want you.”

  “So what do you propose we do about this…mutual desire?”

  “That would be up to you Mrs. Hutchinson,”

  “Candace, but you can call me Candy,” her words were dripping with innuendo, and Declan seemed to like it. “I’ve never had an affair so I don’t know the rules. I do know that the object is to enjoy ourselves…and not get caught.”

  “You won’t get much disagreement from me. How long will your husband be out of town?”

  “Another few days. He’ll be back for a week and then gone again. Maybe we just try it out. Tomorrow. I’ll leave the door unlocked, and you come over when you think the timing is right. If you don’t come, then I will know you’ve changed your mind.”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Declan said poignantly.

  The words sent shivers down Candace’s spine. She circled around the bar to stand in front of him. The six foot two-inch-tall stud stared down at her from beneath lowered lids. Candace parted her mouth slightly, and his thumb grazed the skin of her chin. She closed her eyes, just as his mouth was upon her. A teasing nip, before a deep and sultry kiss, stole her breath. She weaved her arms around his neck as he pulled her body close to his. His cock, long and thick, pressed against her belly. Candace gasped at the size of it, bigger than her husband and more than she’d ever had. Declan’s hands roamed from the small of her back and down to cup her firm ass. She moaned as he gripped it tightly, and massaged here perfect round cheeks before letting them go.

  Declan stepped back. Something in him seemed a little more subdued, but Candace could still see the growing lust swelling inside of him. It was the same lust, sprouting wings inside of her. He stepped from her embrace and walked toward the door.

  “See you tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder.

  She heard the door close securely. Candace struggled while waiting for her breathing to return to normal. A smile pushed her lips back to her ears. If his kiss were any indicator, then Declan would surely give her all she had been missing. She could feel it in her bones.

  Chapter 3

  It had felt more like a negotiation than romance. As Candace primped in front of the mirror the next morning, she thought of her conversation with Declan. It had been casual, cold even. It was void of the passion she’d felt for him, and Candace couldn't figure out why. She rolled her wedding band around her finger as she sat at her vanity. She thought of the vows she’d made to her husband and the choic
es they’d made to keep their marriage together. For so long, she’d been swallowing her loneliness or filling it with other things. She’d known that he was seeing some other women, and had hoped he would get them out of his system. He never had. Candace suspected he had women in every city he frequented, and it was a frustrating thing. Why then, did she feel so guilty? Was her betrayal any greater than his?

  The question rang in her head with no answer. She wasn’t sure she even wanted one. Everyone in her life was getting what they needed except her. It was her turn to be selfish. Candace took the ring off her finger and dropped it into her jewelry box. She completed her makeup, seductive without being cake. It would be smeared and ruined by the time she was done, but it would add to the allure right now. Smokey eyes, delicate pink blush, and a deep red lipstick. She’d curled her hair, and now it hung loosely over either shoulder. The negligee she’d chosen was a soft black lace that revealed peeks of her newly tanned flesh. A floral perfume with a romantic scent covered her body. Her skin looked supple and soft, just the way she’d wanted it too. She pulled on the negligee’s matching robe. The finished product was a masterpiece Candace was sure Declan would like.

  Declan would be here any minute. They hadn’t discussed a time, but she suspected he would wait until his parents left for work to come over. Then they would have the full day together. If that were what he wanted. Candace was sure it was what she wanted. Every minute of their time spent had to be hot. She didn't want to wake up with regrets, or worse, feeling guilty. When they were done today, she wanted it to cement her decision to go after what she wanted.

  Candace walked down the staircase of her home toward her husband’s office. He had a great scotch locked in a drawer of his desk. He thought she didn’t’ know, didn’t have a key, but she did. Candace took a tumbler, unlocked the drawer, poured herself a glass. She replaced everything as it had been, and walked from his office. She found Declan in the hallway. His eyes studied her intently. Candace hadn’t heard the click of her front door or the sound of his footsteps.

  “I see you decided to join me.” She felt a little breathless.

  He smiled a crooked smile, his eyes roaming her body. “Why would I have changed my mind?”

  “Well, I wasn't sure you were into it. I mean, you gotta admit the way we discussed this didn’t sound very…passionate,” she said over her shoulder as he walked behind her.

  Candace took a sip of her scotch. She was starting to get nervous now that he was here. She took another sip as they passed the sidebar near the entrance of the main living area. Then, she felt his fingers on the small of her back. The press of his palm against her slowed her walk. Declan spun her around and walked close. His nearness pushed her against the wall, and Candace exhaled a weighted breath. She stared into the depths of his eyes as he took the glass from her hand and planted it on the sidebar. Her breath stirred, and her chest tightened as he stood back to look at her. Declan’s vacant expression made her wonder what he was thinking, up until the moment he pushed the corners of her robe from her shoulders.

  His eyes stayed there, on the bridge of her nose, and became lost in her gaze as Candace’s breath came in whispery forms. His fingers trailed against the hollow of her throat and then down between the cleavage of her breasts. Her eyes fluttered closed. She didn’t see him come closer, but she felt the warmth taking over her body and knew by the way her skin tingled all over. His mouth was on her throat now, while his hands groped at her full breast and teased her hardening nipples.

  Candace wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She focused on the way his mouth seemed to burn her skin with every kiss. Her body turned to pudding as he teased her with nimble fingers and his willing and ready mouth. He pressed her back against the wall and the weight of his chest against her breast, made it hard to breathe. He pushed one hand between them, and over her smooth belly, passed her shaven mound and onward to the hiding place of her sensitive clit. Candace gasped as his fingers plucked at it once, then taking it between his thumb and index finger, rolled her clit until she whimpered. She felt the jolt of electricity burning a clear path to desire up her belly and through her limbs. Candace opened her eyes to look at him. Just a year ago, he was just a kid and untouchable. Now, he was all man as he lifted her from the floor and high above his head.

  Candace didn’t know what to expect. Just, that the warmth of his mouth latching on to her clit through the thin fabric of her lingerie nearly drove her unconscious. He teased through the fabric, blew hot breath against her quivering clit, and she grew wetter with every encounter. Declan sat her on his shoulders, one leg on either side splitting her body in two. He pushed aside the thin fabric and went to taste what she’d dressed just for him. His mouth was hot and wet. His tongue, thick and insistent as it pushed between her lower lips and found her tightened entry. Candace bit down on her bottom lip. She groaned as he sucked her clit into his mouth and held it between his teeth. His tongue then took its turn to swirl and flicker, drawing moans from her. Candace looked down into the brown eyes that she’d underestimated. Declan continued to lick, and she squirmed against the wall. On his shoulders, she could almost touch the ceiling from her perch. It was as close to heaven as she would ever come.

  Candace gained some courage. She rocked her hips forward, slowly at first. Declan held her in place, let her continue to rock her wet pussy against his mouth and chin. It was the fire that filled her. Every aching part of her jumped to meet him when his tongue, stiff as a board held its position for her. Candace leaned her head back against the wall and let her body lead. She moaned. She gripped a handful of Declan’s hair and pulled. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her legs tightened around his face. His mouth covered her. It sucked, licked, and charmed her into opening wider still. She wanted him to have it all. She wanted to give to him what had been bottled up in her for years now.

  Declan seemed more than capable of receiving it. Candace lost her reservations. Instead, she gave in to the swelling of need that started at her toes and worked its way up her body. She rocked harder, knowing his strong shoulders would keep her from tipping over. Declan let her have her way. He groaned as he licked her. His heavy hands gripped her thighs so tightly she thought she might bruise. Candace had no concern for what could happen. She could only live in the moment of his mouth exploring her silken pussy. Candace could feel the tension growing. In a matter of minutes, she was over the edge.

  She came hard, banging her back against the wall as her body tightened and then released. She yelled out, and her voice bounced off the walls of the hallway returning to her at full force. Candace clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from having an outburst like that again. She focused her energy on the final wave of her orgasm as it turned her into a lust-driven woman. She needed this. She’d needed this for so long. Candace wasn’t sure when she’d had it last. Her legs quivered, as the final soaring of her body happened and released her.

  Candace was limp in Declan’s arms as he lowered her from his shoulders, and leaned her against the side bar table. He stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. His gym shorts came down in one swift pull. Candace saw his cock dance free. It was thick, and long. At least eight inches of man meat stood boldly in the open air. She sunk to her knees and took it into her hand. It was his turn, and she would show him what years of being married had taught her.

  Chapter 4

  Declan was smooth shaven. Much more well-kept than she expected the young man to be. Candace stuck out her tongue to catch a small drop of pre-cum threatening to drip from his cock. When the tip of her tongue made contact with the tip of his cock, she heard his gasp. Her spine tingled. She was going to have a little fun. After getting comfortable on the marble floor. She took Declan’s cock in both hands and started to stroke him up and down. He groaned as her soft hands teased him to an even harder state. Candace liked how her fingers couldn’t touch as she held him; the girth of his cock, too wide for her hands. Her pussy started to throb as she tightened her hold
and guided his rigid tool into her mouth.

  Her lips parted slowly, allowing a perfectly tight fit as she pushed it inside of her warm and waiting mouth. She moaned, he groaned, and his cock lurched against the smooth padding of her tongue. Candace closed her eyes as she wrapped her tongue around him. She pushed his cock deep into her mouth, brushed the tip against the back of her throat, and moaned as she withdrew it. Declan cursed. Poor boy. If that had him close, then he wouldn’t stand a chance with her.

  Candace covered his cock until he was slick with saliva. Using the lubricant, she started to stroke him up and down with her hands as she rocked her head back and forward. She concentrated on his sensitive tip and listened for the signs that he was struggling to hold it together. She heard it, in the sharp intake of breath, and the muttered profanity that laced his lips. The good boy had a potty mouth. Candace would smile at the new information, but her mouth was busy. There was a nice thick cock shoved inside of it, threatening her ability to breath.

  She pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Her legs squeezed together as she tried to numb the throbbing, but the slow thrust of Declan’s hips forward was only making things worse. She let him have some control. Candace matched his rhythm and back and forward she met his thrust, even as they pushed further into her mouth. Candace stretched her mouth as wide as she could take it and let him push it down her throat. She gagged as his thick cock cut off her air supply, but she wouldn’t dare let him pull it out yet. Candace started to hum. The vibrations bounced off his cock, and he pulled out before he could explode.