Gary's eyes flickered open and there was his wife, kneeling beside him on the bed with her hair veiling her face. She stopped just short of deep-throating all seven-inches when she swept down onto his shaft. Alexandra was sucking harder and picked up the pace. Gary's moans and breathing had to have alerted her that he was awake. He stroked her fine hair and swept it back so he could see her face. Alexandra’s eyes were closed and her cheeks hollowed as she worked hard to satisfy him. A tremor started in his hips and spread throughout his body. Gary gripped the back of her head tightly and with a deep moan he let go. She kept his head at the back of her throat and sucked harder as he shot his load. Alexandra didn't let go until Gary was completely drained. She opened her eyes and smiled at her husband and then blew him a kiss. He couldn’t believe it. As rare as blowjobs were, it was unheard of for his wife to let him come in her mouth.
Alexandra hopped off the bed and Gary watched her walk into the master bathroom. Her outfit wasn’t that different than her pajamas had been—a blue tank top and tight running shorts that flattered her long, lean body, with the shorts emphasizing the flare of her hips.
As she gargled with mouthwash, Alexandra felt rather pleased with herself. Gary would be much more receptive after a wake up like that. It annoyed her that he could stay in bed for so long. She was always up before the sun so she could get her workout done in peace. It started with a long, hard run, followed by a punishing routine of crunches and some weight training. Alexandra loved it. Gary never worked out, and while he was naturally fit, it was beginning to show around his soft middle. She was still attracted to her husband, just not as attracted. Maybe he would start working out when he was home with Connor. That’s what the blowjob was all about.
It wasn’t that Alexandra didn’t like giving head. Some women did it to impress men, but she had never had to resort to that. She did it because she liked the way it turned men to putty, but it was not her favorite thing—so she didn’t go out of her way to do it for her husband after so many years of marriage. It had become something she pulled out of her bag of tricks as a reward, or when she needed something special from him. She did not feel guilty about that. It wasn’t like Gary was going down on her every night.
Alexandra returned, pulling her hair into a ponytail held in place by a scrunchie that had been around her wrist. She climbed back onto the bed and sat beside Gary Indian-style.
"What was all that for?” Gary asked. "Not that I'm objecting.”
"Aren't I allowed to make my husband feel good? Especially after the rough day you had yesterday."
"Thanks, honey. Don't think I don't appreciate it. I'll have to lose my job more often if it gets you this frisky.” He ran a hand up her long, smooth leg, softly caressing the inside of her tanned thigh.
"There was something I wanted to discuss with you. I did a lot of thinking last night and this morning while I was taking care of Connor.”
“Okay.”
“I think it's your turn to look after Connor for a while," she said. Alexandra was surprised his jaw didn’t drop.
"Sure, honey. As soon as I grab a shower I'll take over. You deserve a break."
Alexandra realized he didn’t get it and narrowed her ice-blue eyes and said, "No, you don't understand. I meant on a regular basis. I want to go back to work and I think you should stay home with Connor."
Gary felt like she just dropped a two-ton weight on his chest, but it was her way to be blunt—even about major life changes. "It's something we can talk about, I guess. I mean, I hadn't really considered that."
"We can talk about it, but I’m serious—this is something I really want to do. We've talked about me going back to practicing."
"But that was once Connor started school. That's a couple more years away."
"Now is a perfect time. You said yourself that the job market is tight in your field. I know Abram Connors would take me back in a heartbeat. Stacy calls every couple months to ask if I've had enough of motherhood yet."
"I don't really know how hard it would be to find something else. I haven't even started looking yet. I don't know about this. It's a huge change."
"Think about what's best for the family, Gary. This shouldn't be about some kind of macho thing. There's no reason I should do the childrearing just because I'm a woman. Honestly, we both know that if I went back to work I'd make more money than you would."
"It isn't about the money. I never minded that you made more than I did."
"I know that, and I’ve always appreciated you’re not some knuckle-dragger. This isn’t just about me. You should see this as an opportunity to bond with your son. How many fathers get this chance?"
"You don't have to argue this like a case, honey. I'm not saying I'm against it, I just never thought about it, that's all."
"Well, think about it. Get used to the idea."
Gary pushed thoughts of being Mr. Mom out of his mind and he concentrated on his wife's body. He moved his hand higher, to where Alexandra's shorts barely covered her sex. He knew she was probably wearing a thong under those shorts. She always did. The talk of him being a stay at home dad made him want to exert his masculinity, but when he tried to touch Alexandra down there, she moved his hand back to her thigh.
"I would love to, sweetheart, but I've got to go check on Connor. Hold that thought until tonight.” She leaned over, gave him a minty kiss and left.
Gary stared at the ceiling and wondered what he should do. The truth was, he didn't want to stay at home and take care of his son. It wasn't that he didn't love Connor, but that had always struck him as the mother's job. He wasn't a Neanderthal by any means, but he was more old fashioned than he cared to admit. He could only imagine the ribbing one of the guys at the office would have taken if he said he was leaving his job to take care of the kids.
There was also the fact that Gary had no idea what Alexandra did all day. Aside from giving Connor a bath sometimes, or looking after him while Alexandra was out, he really didn't look after his son by himself very often. Gary just didn't think he was qualified to do the childrearing day in and day out. Alexandra was in the process of potty training Connor—Gary had no idea how to take over that. All sorts of dire scenarios flashed through his mind, most of them ending with his having to call 911. But Gary also knew his wife well enough to know that in her mind this was already a done deal. He faced an uphill battle if he planned on reversing her.
Gary eventually climbed out of bed and took a long, hot shower. There were three heads, at various heights, and the water pelting his body felt like a rainstorm. After he dried himself off and dressed, he found Alexandra and Connor in the family room, where they played together as a family. It was nice to have the time in the middle of the week to relax with them and not have to worry about whatever deadline was looming at work. It made him realize just how much he'd grown to dislike his job.
After a light lunch, Alexandra asked him to put Connor down for a nap while she read in the backyard and worked on her tan. The boy was fussy and Gary had to read several stories before he would pass out. When he did, Gary decided to go find Alexandra. He walked into the great room on the back of the house and stopped cold—shocked to see his wife stretched out on a chaise beside the pool without a stitch of clothing. Of course he'd noticed there were no lines in her golden tan, but he'd never really thought about it. It was just one of those awesome things that just happened, like when you find a quarter.
Instead of going outside, he lingered by the patio doors and watched her. Although the backyard was surrounded by a high wooden fence, which was in turn ringed by tall shrubs, it still struck Gary as kind of dirty and wrong that his wife was outside, totally nude, in the middle of the day. What if a neighbor could peek through the shrubs or the UPS man came around to the gate? He knew Alexandra wouldn't care. Not that she was a tramp, but she'd never been shy about her body. She had a great figure and didn't mind at all if people admired it. Although he wasn't the overly jealous type, Gary thought some of Alexan
dra's outfits were a bit over the line and wished his wife would dress more modestly when they went out. Just because he was proud he had a wife other guys wanted to check out didn't necessarily mean he wanted them doing it.
Alexandra laid her book aside and stretched, extending her arms high over her head. Gleaming with tanning lotion, she really did look like a goddess and Gary's prick throbbed in his shorts. Stretching, she looked even taller than her statuesque 5'10". The couple were eye-to-eye when she wore heels. Her breasts stood high and firm on her chest, capped by pale, blush-colored nipples that had hardened in the slight breeze. They were as perfect as the rest of her. Her flat stomach gave way to the gentle swell of her hips. The little jewel that dangled from her belly button—a reminder of her more rebellious youth—glistened in the sunlight. The other reminder, a tiny Celtic knot tattooed on the small of her back, was something she’d always talked about getting lasered off, but he suspected she secretly liked having it. Alexandra was very fit, lean and athletic, but not curvy. There was no sign at all that she'd ever given birth, a fact of which he knew she was very proud. She was waxed smooth at the juncture of her thighs, and almost as if she knew he was watching, Alexandra parted them slightly. Gary turned away from the window because he knew if he kept watching his wife he was going to run out there and jump her bones right by the pool.
Gary didn't mention seeing Alexandra in the backyard, but it was on his mind the rest of the day. He couldn’t get those gorgeous images of his wife out of his mind and regretted having not gone out there. Dirty thoughts led to wandering hands and Alexandra questioned why he was suddenly so affectionate. Gary just shrugged and pretended nothing was different. At dinner, he encouraged Alexandra to indulge in more than her usual couple glasses of wine, knowing that being tipsy always made his wife flirty—if not downright horny. It was a quick bath and story for Connor, then Gary brushed his teeth and double-checked his appearance before seeking out Alexandra. Gary was ready for some loving, even if the thoughts in his head were more lust than love.
Alexandra sat on the bed in a short pink silk robe, rubbing lotion into her skin, while some reality show played on the television. Gary walked in and turned off the television.
"How do you know I wasn't watching that?” she asked, not looking up. She had the robe pushed off a shoulder so she could reach it with the lotion.
"Because I've been married to you for ten years and I know you just turn the TV on for background noise.” He sat beside her on the bed.
"So I guess you think you know me pretty well then. What am I thinking about right now?"
He looked into those familiar clear blue eyes, but couldn't penetrate her cool exterior. Instead of answering, he took the lotion from her and said, "Here, let me take care of that for you."
Alexandra chuckled and said, "You can't fool me, mister. You're just trying to get into my panties."
He peeked inside her robe and said, "But you’re not wearing any.” He pushed her robe off her other shoulder and she held it with her arms to keep from exposing too much of her body—an oddly demure gesture from a woman who’d been fully nude in the backyard. Gary had a soft touch and knew just where to use his hands to set her tingling.
"What makes you think you're going to get lucky tonight? That would be twice in one day."
He kissed the side of her neck, while sliding a slick hand down to rub her chest just above where she held the robe. "I remember when getting lucky just twice was a bad day. Besides, I know how hot you get when I tell you what you want to hear."
She dropped the robe to her waist and raised her lips to his. Their kiss lingered and her tongue went after his. "You do know me."
Gary pinched her nipple and gave it a sharp tug. Her nipples were sensitive, but she didn't like it gentle. "I've decided you're right, there's no reason I shouldn't stay home with Connor while you go back to work."
"Really?” she asked. Alexandra tried hard to sound surprised. Her plan of seduction had worked perfectly and she didn’t feel a bit guilty. From the wake-up blowjob to the nude sunbathing—of course she knew he was watching—to her pose on the bed when Gary just came in, she’d been leading him around by his dick all day. And now that he’d formally agreed to what she wanted, it was time for his real reward—and one for herself. All of that teasing all day had Alexandra quite horny as well.
Alexandra pushed her breast into his hand and her tongue back into his mouth. Her hand dove into his shorts. It was funny how she reacted to being given what she’d asked for—or demanded, he reflected. She could be so predictable. Gary really didn't like the idea of staying home any more than when she'd first proposed it, but he honestly couldn't think of a good enough argument to refute it. He knew it would sound petty if he insisted she had to stay at home because she was the woman. Still and all, the prospect of being home all day with a toddler scared him.
"Really," Gary replied. He peeled back her robe and pushed his wife onto the pillows behind her. As he moved on top of her, he pushed his shorts down and she pulled his shirt over his head. He cupped her tits in both hands and alternated licking both of them, making Alexandra shake and moan. "You're right, it does make sense.”
"Mmm, I love it when you talk like that. You're making me hot!” Alexandra laughed. Her laugh turned to a throaty moan when he caught as much of her breast as he could in his mouth and attacked her nipple with his tongue. She clamped her thighs around his and rubbed her sex against him. He drew back on her nipple until his teeth caught it and then he drew it out, extending it until she cried out and arched her back. He did the same to her other nipple and she humped his thigh more forcefully, grinding her wetness into him. When he moved down again, Alexandra was a writhing, moaning mess.
Alexandra spread her long legs wide and bent them so her feet were planted on the bed. She also spread her pussy open for him and Gary stabbed at it with his tongue, teasing all around her clit, but purposely staying away from it. Her strong scent filled his nostrils and Gary had to resist the urge to bury his face in her and go full throttle. He tickled her clit with his tongue while bending a finger inside her to rub her g-spot. She howled and lifted her hips off the bed, which he took as the cue to grab her hips and fasten his mouth onto her pussy. While he sucked her clit he slipped a second finger inside her. Alexandra clawed at the sheets and humped his face and hand while crying out his name over and over. Gary added the edge of his teeth to her clit and Alexandra came hard.
"Sweet Jesus! Ohhhhh…" Alexandra screamed. She hate/loved being teased and her husband knew it. He was playing her just as she’d been him. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and flooded his mouth with nectar. "God, I can't take it anymore," Alexandra rasped, pushing Gary's mouth away.
Her tits thrust at the ceiling while she sucked in great lungfuls of oxygen and she quivered every time an aftershock shot through her body. This aggression wasn’t like him and Alexandra realized how tortured he’d really been all day. She liked seeing this side of him and wished she saw it more often. Gary climbed on top of her, prick stabbing down and kissed her deeply. She clung to her husband, hands moving up and down his back. "Damn, you were amazing," she said. "You know that tongue of yours is the only reason I married you."
"And all these years I thought you loved me," he laughed.
"Well, there's that, but a girl has needs."
Wrapping her legs around Gary, Alexandra turned them both so she straddled him. Reaching between them, she grasped his cock and fit it into her pussy. She pushed back and sank onto him. God, he felt good. She loved the way he filled her. He reached for her hips and desperately tried to thrust up at her, but she was back in charge. Alexandra built to a strong, steady rhythm, using her long legs and strong thighs to rise almost completely off of him before slamming back down so hard their thighs slapped loudly together. She swept her hair back out of her face so that it fell down her back and sat back and gripped the headboard with both hands, riding him with all her power.
Gary gasped li
ke a fish out of water and Alexandra moaned every time she pounded down onto him. Her tits jiggled appealingly and he reached for them, pulling on her nipples. Alexandra arched her back and drove her hips forward rapidly, clenching her husband tightly with her pussy.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!” she sobbed, biting her lower lip as she fucked the daylights out of Gary. In just a couple more minutes those sobs turned to screams and she reached orgasm again. She locked her thighs almost painfully around him and while her muscles worked on him Gary also came, blasting his load inside her.
Climbing down, Alexandra sighed loudly and stretched, flushed from head to toe. Meanwhile, Gary lay beside her, wondering for the millionth time how he’d gotten such a sexy wife.
three
Gary and Alexandra arrived at The Hamiltons' at seven on the dot. Adam opened the door and greeted the couple, Gary with a handshake and Alexandra with a clench and a kiss on the cheek. While his wife ushered Connor down to the den to see Aimee and Tyler, Adam led Gary into the living room and fixed him a drink.
While it was not quite as large as Gary and Alexandra's, Adam and Maggie's house was yet another suburban McMansion, with a dining room off to one side of the center hallway and a small living room on the other. At the back of the house was a big den, which flowed into the open kitchen. Maggie's taste was rather different than Alexandra's and the house had more of a country, Laura Ashley feel. There was a large, soft couch and love seat in the den, both of which were turned toward a television, which was shuttered inside a dark wood armoire. Sweet smells and sounds of cooking floated in from the kitchen and Gary shouted a hello back to Maggie, who said she'd be right in.
"So Maggie tells me you're giving up the career to strap on an apron," Adam tossed out.
"Very funny. I am not giving up my career, I'm just taking a break and giving Alexandra a turn to go out and slave away."
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