by Luke Young
Jillian took a sip of her beer and smiled. “Jeremy, you really need to stay with us next time you come to town. Then you won’t have to worry about driving.”
“I’ll be in Miami next month.”
“What dates?” Jillian asked.
“I get in on the twentieth and I leave on the twenty third.”
“That’s almost Brian’s birthday.”
Brian said, “Too bad you’re not here on the twenty-seventh. We’re having a small dinner party.”
Jillian’s eyes lit up. “We’ll change it. It’s only three couples Victoria her husband Jim, my son Rob and his wife and my parents. You’ve got to meet Victoria.”
“Yeah…” Brian grumbled sarcastically, “… it’s almost a crime to come to Miami and not meet Victoria.”
Jillian laughed. “Oh, you love her.”
“I guess I do.” Brian admitted. “We like to give each other a hard time for some unknown reason, but she’s a lot of fun.”
“Well, I’d like to stay with you guys.” Jeremy said. “If it’s really no bother.”
“We insist. Right Brian?” Jillian turned to her husband.
“Definitely. It’ll give us another chance to play tennis.”
“All right.” Jeremy smiled. “It was great meeting you Jillian. Dinner was amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ve got an early flight so…” He rose from his chair.
After walking Jeremy to the door, Brian found his wife in the kitchen. She said, “He seems like a really nice guy.”
“Yeah, he’s a good guy.”
“It’s sad that his engagement is off.”
“I know.” Placing his hands on her shoulders, he kissed her neck. She moaned and leaned her head to the side as his lips explored her shoulder.
She said, “We should set him up with someone.”
“Who?”
“Let me think.” She sighed as he wrapped his arm around her waist and scooped her close to him. The bulge in his pants pressed between the cheeks of her ass. She brought her hand around his back, pulling him closer still. “Well, I can’t think with your cock pressing into me like that.”
He spun her around and kissed her on the lips. Pulling back from her, he smiled. “Speaking of cocks. I saw you.”
She refused to look him in the eye. “Saw me what?”
“Checking him out.”
“What are you talking about?” She frowned as she slipped away from him and opened up the dishwasher.
“In the sauna. Jeremy was out.” He made quote marks with his fingers.
“What?” She laughed nervously.
“You can admit it.” He stepped to the refrigerator and pulled out another beer. “I won’t be mad. I don’t think he did it on purpose.”
“Did what on purpose?” Turning to him, she wore a confused look.
“You know… mister towel sort of fell to the side and…” He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, you saw that.” She cringed.
“I did.” He nodded then took a sip of his beer. “I’m sure it’s sort of like not being able to look away from an accident.”
“Yeah, a big accident,” she said softly, slowly.
“What?”
“Nothing. Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” She stepped to him and asked hesitantly, “You don’t think he noticed I was looking or anything, do you?”
“No, I think the combination of the beer and the sauna was cooking his brain in there.” He shot her a grin.
“Good.” She took a deep breath. “I’d be mortified.”
“Don’t worry.” He shook his head. “If you had a friend over and her breast popped out, believe me I’d look too… closely.”
“Oh, I know.” Giggling, she stepped to him and took the beer from his hand. “You know there’s only one penis for me.”
“I know.”
She took a sip then gave him a suggestive look. “Maybe after we clean up I can show you.”
“Well, I’ll get the dishes from outside then.” He rushed toward the door with a spring in his step.
When Brian returned inside carrying the plates, he didn’t find Jillian in the kitchen. Instead she was sitting in the family room with her eyes closed, wearing a frown. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t believe this.” She sighed.
“What?”
“I have a migraine. A bad one. I used to get them like this when I was a teenager, but since then they’ve been pretty mild.”
After placing the dishes on the counter he sat down next to her on the sofa. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No, there isn’t. Gee, I hope these don’t start up again. I’d heard that menopause could make them worse, but I was hoping I’d be spared.”
He placed his hand on her knee. “I had no idea you got these.”
“I know. I’ll be fine. I just need to sit here for a while.”
“Okay, I’ll finish the dishes.” He rose to his feet.
“Brian?”
He turned to her.
“Sorry about tonight.” She looked up to him, shielding her eyes from the light.
“Don’t worry about it. There will be other nights.”
“I know.” She closed her eyes again.
“Just relax and let me know if you need anything.”
6
Jillian wheeled the double stroller riding her wide awake eighteen-month old twins Dylan and Griffin past the free form pool in the professionally hardscaped backyard. She continued down the path and into the shaded area off to the side of the tennis court.
Brian lay on the court and pulled his right knee to his chest, stretching it out. “I can’t believe they’ll fall asleep out here watching us play. I thought it was only when they watched it on TV.”
She positioned the stroller to give the twins a view of the court. Moving before the boys she knelt down, placing a hand to each of their chests and giving them a tickle. “Okay, Mommy and Daddy are going to play ball for a while. Be good.”
Wearing matching white tshirts and blue shorts, the twins giggled and swatted at her with their hands.
She moved to within a few feet of her husband, spread her legs apart then stretched, lunging to the side and placing her hands atop her left knee. “I was shocked too, but it works and it gives me a chance to get out of the house and get some exercise.”
“How many times have you hit with the ball machine?”
“Three.” She bent over and grasped the back of her calves. “It’s been way too long since we’ve played together.”
Her skirt rode up exposing her adorable rear end and white cotton panties.
He looked.
He looked hard.
With a glint in his eye, he said, “You know what else it’s been way too long since we’ve done?”
Peering upside down at him between her legs, she frowned. “You’re crazy. We do it plenty.”
“Keep telling yourself that. I think the last time we did was more than a week ago. Before Jeremy was over.”
She straightened up and turned to him. “Are you tracking us on a spreadsheet or something?”
“No, but maybe I should.” He shot her a smile.
“Stop it!” She rolled her eyes. “That can’t be right…” She paused, searching her mind then grimaced a bit. “Okay, maybe you’re right. But remember I had that migraine and that put me out of commission for two nights.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Brian gave her a sympathetic smile.
“Plus the babies were up one night and I had to do all their laundry. I’m doing all that on top of my writing. It’s exhausting.”
“I was just kidding around. You don’t need to account for every night.” He chuckled.
“I know but I don’t think you realize how much work goes into having kids.”
“Oh, I do. And I help out,” he said, defensively.
“You do. I’ve got to give you that.”
“Don’t get me wrong I love having ki
ds, they’re great and—”
“Good, I guess we’ll keep them then.” She held back a laugh as she repeated her stretch, bending over before him and grasping the back of her calves.
His gaze travelled from her face up her shapely legs finally resting on her panty-covered ass. “Could you please turn the other way if you’re going to keep stretching? Because now you’re just teasing me with your gorgeous ass.”
“Knock it off.” She straightened up. “I hate when you whine about sex.”
“I’m not whining.” He pulled his left knee to his chest and held it there.
“Okay, I’ll face the other way.” Grinning, she stepped to him and stood directly over his head and announced defiantly, “How’s this? Better?”
“Yeah, this is great.” Grimacing, he gazed up her skirt then replied sarcastically. “Now, I’m like fully hard.”
“Really?” Craning her neck, she looked back at his groin then frowned. “Liar.”
“Okay, but it’s well on the way there.”
“Sorry.” She chuckled, stepping away from him. “Look, you’re lucky you get it once or twice a week. I’ve talked to a bunch of the women in my mommies’ group and their husbands never get it.”
He rose to his feet. “Uh-huh.”
She looked him over from head to toe. “They’re too tired or too busy or too constipated or too bloated or too—”
“I get it. I get it.” He rolled his eyes.
She moved to within a few inches of him and shuddered. “Gosh, now I’m wet.”
“How is that possible?” He looked at her like she was nuts. “You go from scolding me to all sexed up in like ten seconds.”
“Brian, the female body is very complex.”
“I’m learning that,” he replied, jokingly. “I’ve got an idea… Do you want to skip the tennis and just, I don’t know, bang a little instead?”
She gazed into his eyes for a moment, contemplating then said, “No, I really want to play. I promise we’ll do it tonight.”
“All right.” Rising to his feet, he kissed her on the lips then headed over to retrieve his racquet.
“It’ll be fun.”
“Not as much fun, but fun.”
“You’re probably right.” She chuckled as she walked over to check on the twins, who were somehow already asleep. Dylan stirred slightly, bringing his hands to his face. His eyelids fluttered open and he smiled up to his mother, groggily. She grabbed a tennis ball from the can and began to bounce it on the court.
Brian stood next to her, watching as his son’s eyelids dipped closed with every bounce until they were finally shut tight. The mystified father shook his head. “How can the sound of a tennis ball bouncing put them to sleep?”
“Maybe it was all that tennis we played during the first couple months of my pregnancy.”
“Weren’t they too young to hear anything back then? They don’t develop hearing until like the third trimester, right?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Don’t question it. It just works.”
“Okay.” He turned to her. “I’ve got time for one set. Care to make it interesting?”
Grinning, she looked him in the eye. “What did you have in mind?”
“Winner gets the massage of his choice tonight.” He widened his eyes, waiting.
“What do you mean his choice? You’re that confident?”
He smiled then turned on his heels and headed toward the base line.
After checking on the twins once again, she grabbed her racquet and headed to her side of the court calling back to him, “You’re on, but just so you know, I’ve been playing great lately and I feel like you’ll be massaging…” Grinning, she pointed to her body. “… this tonight.”
He shook his head, frowning. “Uh-huh. Good luck.”
After warming up by hitting around for a few minutes, the sexy couple started the set. Jillian served the first game and won easily. From there they stayed on serve until the set was tied three all. Winded and a little sweaty, they headed over to the bench, grabbed their water bottles and walked over to the stroller. The boys were still sound asleep.
She said, “God, they’re cute.”
“They’re adorable.” Standing behind her, he rubbed her shoulders. “Just like you.”
“That’s sweet.”
He pressed his hips into her and the bulge in his shorts lined up with the soft cheeks of her ass. Her eyelids dipped closed and she sighed. Suddenly, her eyes popped open, she stepped away from him and frowned. “Cheater!”
“What?”
“I see what you’re doing. Don’t try to get inside my head with your touch and sex mind games!”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You know.” She glared at him as she pointed to his groin. “Just take your semi and go back to your side.”
“Okay.” Heading away, he said, “Look, if you can’t stay focused enough when you’re playing with me, then I think you’re going to have to work more on your mental game.”
“I think it’s you who can’t keep their head in the game.” She walked to the baseline and called to him, “I’d say you’ve got blood going to the wrong one.”
“I can multi task.” He gave her a pointed look. “Just serve.”
“Are you ready?”
“Oh, I’m ready.”
Getting in position near the centerline, she bounced the ball as she looked him over. “Is that a tennis ball in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?”
“Funny.” Frowning, he looked to his groin and adjusted his equipment in his shorts. Hearing the sound of her racquet on the ball, he looked up just in time to see the ball flying by. He scowled. “Hey.”
“Ace!” She called out cheerily.
“Wait, that’s not fair.” He took a few steps toward her and put his hands on his hips.
“I asked if you were ready and you said yes.”
“Yeah, but then you made me look.” He waved a hand at her dismissively. “Oh, just forget it.”
“Next time don’t tell me you’re ready if you’re not ready.”
Walking to the net, he motioned with his finger for her to join him.
Fighting back a smile, she skipped the whole way then leaned over the net with her cleavage busting out of her tight top. “Yes, Bri?”
“How about we make it really interesting?”
“What’s on your mind, Cowboy?” She flashed him a smile.
“Winner not only gets a rub tonight, but gets to pick the post-rub sex act.” He nodded, assertively.
She narrowed her eyes and smiled. “Wait, is everything on the menu?”
“Yes…” Placing a finger on her sweaty neck, he ran it sensuously down to her breast as he whispered, “Everything.”
“I know where you’re going with this.” She rolled her eyes. “Because it’s where you’re always trying to go.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My backside.”
He held his head high in mock contempt. “That’s not true.”
“Really? You’re going to pretend—”
“Why yes. Yes, I am.”
“Tell me. Where does your hand always wander when we’re cuddling, huh?”
“Um, well. That’s not my fault.”
“What?” She chuckled. “Then whose fault is it?”
“It’s God’s fault.”
“Okay, so now you’re blaming God.”
“Yes, he shouldn’t have made women’s asses so sexy. Yours especially.” He smiled. “It’s the design of them. The way the cheeks are, you know, curved and… and… your finger is automatically drawn between them then it lands probably where it shouldn’t go.”
“I’ll say.” She nodded in agreement.
He scowled. “You like it when I wander. I know you do.”
“You think you know all women.” She rolled her eyes.
“Not all women, but I know you.” He knitted his brows together and shot her a
confident look.
“All right.” She giggled. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“I can hear it in your moans when mister finger wanders there…” Extending his arm out and around her, he wagged a finger in the general direction of her rear end. “But that’s not at all what I had in mind.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.” He nodded. “I can honestly say that wasn’t the first thing on my mind.”
“Okay, let’s just say I believe you so we can move this along.”
“But that’s not to say I wouldn’t have headed in that direction shortly thereafter.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
“Uh-huh.” She chuckled. “Are you sure you want to make this bet?”
“Yeah…” Looking away, he paused a moment. “I think so.”
She shot him a pointed look. “Did you forget about my little friend?”
“What little friend?”
“Mr. Strap-on friend.” She placed a finger on his chest and stroked it back and forth while flashing him a remindful look.
He swallowed hard. “You didn’t give that back to Victoria?”
“Nope. Can you blame her for not wanting it back after, um…” She raised her eyebrows up and made a face.
“No, I guess not,” he grumbled. With faraway eyes he paused a moment seemingly reliving the experience then grimaced. “I can’t believe you… you like doing that to me. I mean, why?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged, embarrassed. “It sort of makes me feel… powerful. In control. You know, like a guy.”
“Well, I’m not a big fan of guys, so—”
“It’s good for my writing.” She gave him a hopeful smile. “Plus it keeps things fresh.”
“Maybe a little too fresh.”
“You know, we never actually spoke about that night.”
“We didn’t? Are you sure?”
“I would have remembered.”
“Well, I was drunk and I don’t remember much about it.” He turned away.
“Uh-huh. From what I recall you really seemed to enjoy yourself.”
“Enjoyed myself!” Turning back to her, his jaw dropped open and he shook his head slowly. “The only thing I remember are flashes of humiliation and pain.”
She snickered. “Oh, you’re being a little too dramatic.”
“But like I said I was too drunk to remember every—”
