by Cherie Denis
Mike moistened the cloth with hot water and scrubbed his own thighs and aching, semi-flaccid cock. The woman was trying to kill him, he decided. Wringing out the wet cloth, he dropped it on the tub rim to dry.
Before leaving the bathroom, Mike checked to be sure his shave was truly finished and as close as he could get it.
“Not bad for a man of your advanced age,” he assured himself even though he was beginning to wonder if he would make it to old age. Lainie Marie was wearing him out. His penis was almost painful from all the exuberant fucking. He lifted the aching appendage with delicate fingers and looked himself over from knob to root. No obvious damage. Probably just tender from all the action he’d been seeing lately. In all honesty, until he met and married Lainie, he hadn’t fucked this much since he was sixteen and had three girlfriends at the same time. Man, those were the days.
Mike wandered into their bedroom in time to watch Lainie step into a tiny pair of lace panties. He admired the jiggle of her high, firm ass. She had a fabulous figure, reminiscent of J-Lo, but more busty. Half Mexican, on her father’s side, Elaina Maria Hermosa Rodriquez Sneider was the most beautiful woman Mike had ever seen.
He loved to watch his wife choose her clothing and she was perfectly comfortable letting him watch her dress. She smiled warmly at him and swept her long, lustrous, deep-black hair off to the side of her head. Standing hip-cocked in front of her dresser she seemed bemused.
“What’s the problem, sweetheart?” Mike asked.
“Nothing. I can’t seem to decide what bra to wear today.”
“It doesn't matter to me, but don’t you think the red one would go with your panties?”
“I guess,” she said pulling a red demi-bra out of the drawer.
Mike chuckled and continued watching. Lainie always made a big production of getting dressed.
She leaned forward and tipped her full, round breasts into the cups of her bra and Mike sighed. “Good-bye my lovelies,” he said and Lainie grinned.
“Okay so far?” she asked turning to face Mike.
He nodded. “Beautiful as always.”
“Kiss them,” she ordered, walking up and offering her breasts to his lips.
Mike planted a light kiss on each globe and patted her on the butt. “Better hurry, honey, we're running way behind this morning. Worse than usual in fact." Since he'd married Lainie he'd been late to nearly everything including work, golf tee time, plane reservations, you name it; Lainie was a terrible influence on his life and he loved every moment.
“I don’t care. Lick my nipples,” she ordered hands on her hips like a little sergeant.
Mike obeyed teasing each dainty bud to tight peaks.
“Enough,” he said, and gently turned her toward her closet. “I’ve got to get ready myself.”
“Oh, come on, baby. Give me some more loving.”
Little witch.
One more lick at each turgid nipple and he walked away. “I'm sorry, sweetheart, I have to get dressed.”
“Mike,” she whimpered, but he ignored her and continued on his way to the closet.
“All right then, do you have any requests as to what I should wear today?”
“No, baby. Surprise me.” She was a wild dresser and some of the outfits she chose for work were outrageously inappropriate. He should talk to her about her choice of clothing, but she was a beautiful woman and he loved her so much he let her get away with murder when it came to her wardrobe.
Mike had a sneaking suspicion she dressed to aggravate her boss, Reginald. She was always threatening to give him a good fucking because she suspected he was gay and she was dying to find out if it was true or not. Mike wasn't too thrilled with her threats, but knew she loved him and was only teasing him. Lucky for her, Mike was not a jealous man.
Mike found it did no good to complain about the way she dressed. Lainie did as she pleased, she was her own woman. After being raised with brothers and a stubborn father, she'd decided to not let anyone tell her what to do. Anyway, she was so damned hot and sexy in whatever she chose to wear. Mike found it was better to keep his mouth shut and enjoyed the view. It was a real turn on to know other men envied him for his beautiful wife.
* * * *
Lainie noticed Mike’s limp cock slowly fill with blood, pulsing and rising like a phoenix from the ashes and when he was at half mast, she moved close to him and cupped her left hand under his testicles. Stroking his penis gently with her right hand she bent to drop a delicate kiss on the tip. When Mike groaned and moved to pull away, she ran her tongue along his slit.
Mike growled.
“Don’t you like it, darling? I’m being very careful.”
“I know, Lainie, but I’m sore and you’re hurting me.”
“How could I hurt you, Mike? I barely touched you.” Ignoring his protest, Lainie ran her forefinger from the root of his cock to the bulbous, dark tip and he flinched. “Lainie, please stop. Your fingers feel like they’re coated in sandpaper.” He turned with a jerk and his testes flopped out of her hand. “Jeez, oh man. Son-of-a-bitch!”
Mouth open in disbelief, Lainie watched him walk across the bedroom. He couldn’t possibly hurt as much as he claimed. They’d only fucked four times this morning and she didn’t hurt. What was his problem? She sidled up behind her husband as he stepped into a pair of black bikini briefs and when he was distracted she reached in front of him to stroke his cock.
“I said stop it Lainie and I meant it. Leave me alone for crissake. It hurts,” he wrenched away from her fingers and his cock thumped against the bureau as he did so. “Dammit!” he grouched, rubbing a finger down his length.
“Oh, darling. I’m so sorry. Can I kiss it and make it better?”
“No. Just get dressed and leave me the fuck alone,” Mike growled. He stalked to his closet, wrenched open the door and disappeared inside.
Confused and hurt, Lainie felt tears gathering. She wasn’t about to let Mike know how much he hurt her when he told her 'no'. Sometimes he hurt her feelings without realizing he was doing so. He thought she was a little toughie and she let him continue in his disillusion. There seemed to be no easy way to let him know she was anything but tough. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her and she didn’t want to lose him. If she had to keep up the tough act to hide her true self, she would.
“Sorry, darling,” she mumbled and went to her own closet. “But, if I had a cock like yours, we would be making love all the time.”
Opening the door she stepped inside and pulled the door half closed behind her. Swiping a hand across her eyes, she was not going to cry. Lainie shoved clothes aside searching for the right outfit. She needed to be super outrageous today to cover her hurt and confusion.
Minutes later she exited her closet and came face to face with Mike. He looked fabulous as always. He was wearing her favorite suit, the deep navy pin-stripe with a blinding white shirt and silk navy tie.
Maybe it was the lock of hair which continued to insist on flopping forward on his broad, handsome forehead or perhaps it was his sculpted cheekbones and sexy mouth with its full lower lip and perfect shaped upper lip that sent her over the top. No, it was the whole man. From the bottoms of his large feet to the top of his golden-blond head, it was the whole man who sent her head and heart spinning.
If she was going to be honest, it was the impressive bulge in his trouser which fascinated her more than anything else about him. She couldn’t get enough of touching him, tasting him, feeling him high inside her. And, every single time she did all the things she wanted to do to him, she wished, with all her might, she had a cock of her own. It had to be the most delicious sensation in the world to be the proud possessor of such an amazing appendage. And, she wanted to experience it.
I love you. Still hurting, Lainie couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.
* * * *
Mike gave his beautiful wife the once over and immediately realized he and everyone else around her was in for a day from hell. She
was dressed so outrageously he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let her out the front door without fucking her first. No. He wasn’t going to fall for her wiles again this morning. She was going to have to wait until tonight, or if his cock didn’t stop hurting, she would have to wait until tomorrow.
Mike flinched when his aching cock twitched and arched against the restriction of his briefs. Damn, it still hurt like an SOB. “Uh, darling?”
“Yes, Mike,” she said, dropping her high-heels to the floor, without looking up. She wiggled a foot into a shoe as she yanked her tight skirt down over her bottom.
“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings,” he said giving her what he hoped was one of his most winning, warm smiles. “But, sweetheart, you have to understand I’m thirty-five and can’t fuck as often as you want. My cock needs a break once in awhile. All the friction makes my cock hurt.”
He strode across the room and took her in his arms. “I love you, Lainie. You know I do, don’t you, sweetheart?”
She nodded and sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”
Mike stroked her back and pulled her close to his chest. “I love you with all my heart, Elaina Marie. You’re the best thing in my life. But, honey, when I tell you my cock hurts, I’m not lying. It hurts.”
Lainie put her arms around his waist and squeezed him tight, brushing her breasts against his shirt front. “You sure you love me?”
“Positive.”
“No other woman is getting what I want?”
“Absolutely not, darling. I can hardly keep up with you. Why would I be fucking anyone else?”
Lainie shrugged, brushing away a tear. “I just thought maybe you were getting action somewhere else and it would explain why you are so sore all the time.”
He chuckled. “Hardly. It’s you causing my discomfort and no one else. I swear.” Then he leaned down, took her chin in his big hand and gave her a tongue searing kiss. Patting her taut butt, he turned her little body toward the door. “Now hurry up or we’ll be late for work.”
Chapter Two
She flounced into the lobby of the hotel on her four-inch heels and everyone gasped. The shock was exactly what she'd been aiming for when she dressed this morning. She loved making everyone's day. She dressed for reaction, not for success. Hell, she was as successful as she ever wanted to be.
Some days she wished she could tell her effeminate boss Reginald Reilly he could take his crummy job and shove it where the sun didn't shine. Other days work wasn't so awful. Just boring. She tottered down the steps to her office. The moment Reginald spied her, he gulped and swallowed wrong. Now she was sure she'd chosen the perfect outfit to brighten her day.
“Elaina Marie,” Reggy’s greeting was far from friendly.
“Yes, sir?” Don't smirk, don't you dare smirk, she warned herself.
“What you're wearing is totally inappropriate for work. I want you to go home at once and change into something more suitable.”
God, he sounded just like a damn fairy. Wimp. “No can do, Reg, honey." She adored watching him flinch. "Mike brought me to work and I don’t have a ride home.” She grinned, “Car’s in the shop.” Then she shrugged pretending she cared. Not.
"Unless you want to drive me home, you're stuck with me."
* * * *
Shit, Reggy groused silently. What had possessed Conrad Wilton, owner of the hotel, to hire the little bitch anyway? Obviously, Conrad had been blinded by her looks and boobs. Conrad could never get past a woman's attributes to find out if she could do the job or not.
Lucky for Lainie, she was a damned good assistant or Reggy would have hounded Conrad to dump her a long time ago. Reggy would have loved to fire the little bitch, but, as much as he hated to admit it, he'd never be able to replace her. She was a great secretary, but her clothes were horrendous. Lainie was a total exhibitionist and her job demanded a more appropriate wardrobe than she was willing to wear. Where was her husband? Why didn't he say something to her about her wardrobe?
Reggy complained constantly to Conrad about Lainie’s outrageous outfits, but to no avail.
Conrad couldn’t seem to see one single thing wrong with the way Lainie dressed. Was the man blind or what?
Today’s outfit was the limit and if Reggy hadn’t been terrified of Lainie’s husband, he would have phoned the man and demanded he come take her home–this very instant. But, Mike was a big, sexy brute of a man, at least eight or more inches taller than Reggy’s own five-foot seven and Reggy wasn't about to see how angry Mike would get if someone questioned his wife's taste in clothing. When it came to his bride, Mike was blind, deaf and dumb. The woman could do nothing wrong and Reggy was certain Mike would happily squish him like a bug if he said anything bad about Lainie.
What had she been thinking when she dressed? It looked suitable for a Nevada brothel, but not for the secretary to the Catering Sales Manager of the best hotel in Milwaukee. Reggy shook his head and glowered when Lainie leaned over her desk and made a great show of locking her purse in the lower drawer.
Bitch.
Evil Bitch. Somehow she always managed to aggravate him and ruin every damn day. Her skirt was far too short and she was showing too much of her slim, firm legs when she bent over her desk. What if a client walked in and saw her flaunting her body? It was simply unacceptable.
Damn it all, he was going to have to talk to Conrad. Again.
Bending over further, she gave Reggy a view of her inner thigh, and he snarled. Why the hell did she do things like that? She knew he was gay and yet she continued to mess with his psyche thinking the view of her naked legs would turn him on. Or, that a glimpse of her pouty nipples would change his opinion of women in general.
There was no way the sight of Lainie’s naked, or nearly naked, body was going to change Reggy’s mind. After all, he was in a solid, loving relationship with his partner-for-life, Clint.
Reggy was even in the midst of planning a huge wedding for the two of them to cement their vows. He'd even given Clint a handsome diamond ring recently as an engagement present. Clint had been awestruck and couldn't stop staring at the ring.
Reggy checked his watch, at this very moment Clint should be at the stationary shop ordering their wedding invitations. They were meeting later at the cake shop to design their cake. If everything went as planned the wedding would be held in the hotel ballroom eight weeks from today. Reggy was so giddy with all their wedding plans rolling around in his mind he simply didn't have time to argue with Lainie about today’s nasty outfit.
* * * *
Lainie slid the coiled key holder around her slim, tan wrist and smoothed her red micro-mini over her butt before slipping into her chair. She could feel Reggy’s weasely eyes burning a hole in her and she turned to give him one of her thousand-watt smiles.
“Like what you see, Reg?” She loved to make him squirm, especially since he made such a big deal out of being gay. Lainie was beginning to think his gayness was all put-on. Being gay was the 'in' thing lately.
She wasn’t blind. She’d seen him eyeing her breasts when he thought she wasn’t looking. He might be gay, but he had a thing for breasts.
Lainie gave him a naughty grin. “Well?”
Reggy ignored her sarcasm. “No, Elaina, I can honestly say there isn’t one single thing I like about you. And that includes your ridiculous outfit.” With a snort, he turned on his heels and headed to his office. “I’ve seen quite enough, thank you,” he snapped slamming his office
door behind him.
“Wuss,” Lainie whispered tugging the hem of her skin-tight, low-cut red sweater until it was wrinkle free.
The glass wall separating the two offices didn’t offer one bit of privacy to either Lainie or Reggy. Lainie would have preferred an office with a real wall so he couldn’t gawk at her all day. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom without him knowing she was leaving her office.
He also made a big show of checking his watch each and every time she stood up from her desk.
What a jer
k.
Keeping one eye on Reggy, Lainie turned on her computer and pretended she was busy. It was a relief when he went to his office. She hated having him hang around her desk with his bad breath, glowering face and snotty remarks.
Inevitably, Reggy was always a pain in the butt when his lover was busy. The way Reggy was acting you'd have thought Clint was out of town this week. Talk about bitchy, Reggy was the bitchiest he'd been in a long time. Yesterday, he’d snapped at her in front of a client because she forgot to put cream in his coffee. Then, Reggy had thrown a plate at the chef because his lunch was cold. It had taken Lainie an hour to calm the kitchen staff down after the mess was cleaned up. Lord knew what Reggy would do today, but whatever he did, she hoped it wouldn’t cause a disaster in the kitchen.
Reggy had better patch things up with the chef soon. There was a huge wedding scheduled for the coming weekend and Reggy was suppose to cut the cake after the bride and groom took pictures. Lainie could just imagine what would happen if he started throwing cake at the serving staff.
Conrad would have a fit if Reggy caused much more trouble. Conrad was not into cranky, childish brides, no matter whether they were a man or a woman. Lainie knew Conrad was getting tired of Reggy's tantrums. Even the fact Reggy was the best Catering Sales Manager in the state wasn't going help Reg if Conrad got fed up with the constant histrionics.
Lainie checked her watch and realized it was time for Reggy to make his regular morning phone call to Clint. These morning phone calls had become quite entertaining and Lainie got a sexual thrill out of watching Reggy play with himself while he mumbled to Clint.
