by Luke Young
Two days later she sat down with a lawyer from the firm that handles Jillian’s contracts and discussed the deal. After a little back and forth between the firm and the production company, several changes were made to the contract. The offer was increased by one hundred thousand dollars, with eight episodes guaranteed. This more than made up for the five thousand dollars the firm was charging her.
Jim arrived home from work at seven exhausted and sweaty from the unusually scorching late September Miami weather. He entered the kitchen and discovered Victoria wearing a sexy red dress, which clung to her every curve.
He was instantly rewarded with the aroma of something delicious. Although he could not quite put his finger on what it was since his wife really didn’t cook. Well, she cooked, but she certainly didn’t cook very well.
He smiled. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks.” After pulling a pan out of the oven, she headed over and kissed him.
“What’s, uh… what’s all this?”
“Dinner.”
“I know, but, um, what’s going on?”
“Can’t I make dinner for my wonderful husband?”
He frowned slightly then said, “I don’t know… I mean, sure.”
“Wait.” Her eyes brightened. Rushing over to the refrigerator, she pulled open the door and inside was a silver ice bucket with beer bottles sticking out of the top. “How about an icy cold one?”
He eyed her curiously. “Okay, yeah, so who is he and how long have you been sleeping with him?”
“What?” After twisting the top off, she retrieved a lime wedge from a plate on the counter. She pushed it inside the bottle, licked the juice off her fingers then rolled her eyes, grinning. “You are so funny.”
He watched her with his jaw hanging open. “Um, where’s my wife? What have you done with her?”
She playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Oh, you.”
“That smells amazing.” After sipping his beer, he moved to inspect the lasagna pan and leaned down for a closer sniff. “You cooked?”
“Sort of.” She shrugged then pulled a second beer from the ice bucket, twisted off the top and took a big swig. “Oh, that’s good.”
He took another sip and they shared a satisfied smile. “Nothing better than a beer on a hot day.”
“Oh, I know.” She pulled a salad bowl from the refrigerator. “Jillian helped me out a little, but I made the salad all by myself.”
“Oh great.” He gazed in shock at the variety of perfectly-cut, colorful vegetables in the bowl. “That looks really good.”
“I know, right? I should cook more.”
“You really should.” He said with as much confidence as he could summon.
When he broke into a smile they shared a laugh.
“Look, why don’t you take a quick shower and meet me outside for dinner in a couple minutes. The lasagna needs to cool a little anyway.” She pointed to the flawlessly decorated table outside, complete with a tablecloth, candles and their good china.
Slowly he made his way to the window and gazed out forgetting to breathe. He turned to her, his brow furrowed. “Okay, seriously, are you like pregnant with triplets or asking me for a divorce or…”
“No and no and just go.” Grinning, she motioned with a head nod out of the kitchen.
“Okay,” he replied hesitantly.
“Stop it.” Rushing to him, she leaned close and gave him a sensuous kiss. “I just want to pamper you a little. Can you just let me do that?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Now hurry up so we can eat.” She smiled.
He kissed her then walked slowly toward the bedroom as if he were about to have his very last meal ever.
Eight minutes later, he stepped onto the patio, freshly showered and wearing the ironed polo shirt and kakis that she’d laid out for him. Another complete shock for him was that she knew where the iron was much less that she ironed his clothes. He discovered her already sitting at the table, the candles lit, food expertly plated and a fresh beer in a frosted mug waiting for him.
She looked him over from head to toe grinning. “You look great.”
“Thanks.” He tore his eyes from her and looked all around the backyard for the hidden cameras before making his way to the table and taking a seat.
She gave him an inquisitive look. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing.” He shook his head and forced a smile as he drank her in once again. “You do look amazing.”
“Thank you,” she replied.
They each took a sip from their mugs then he took a bite of the lasagna. His eyelids fluttered and he sighed. “Oh my God, that’s good.”
“I have the recipe now so maybe I could try making it myself soon.”
“Okay.” He smiled then took another bite. After a moment he gave her a concerned look. “Where’s Kaylie?”
“Jillian’s. She’s watching her for the night.”
“The whole night?” He took another sip from his mug.
“I figured we could use a little alone time.” She flashed him a sexy grin.
“That sounds nice.” He took another bite then turned his attention to the salad. “Are those radishes?”
“Yep. I know they’re your favorite.”
He skewered a radish with his fork, slipped it into his mouth and shook his head. “Oh, these are good.”
“Got them at the farmer’s market today.” She grinned proudly.
“Wow, you’ve had a busy day.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“I know you don’t like to go to too many places in one day.” He widened his eyes. “But it sounds like you went to the grocery store, the farmer’s market, Kaylie’s school, Jillian’s and God knows where else.”
“Yeah.” She stared out over the pool with her face sinking a bit. Suddenly, she smiled. “I don’t know, I’m just full of energy.”
“Well, I certainly appreciate it.” He lifted his mug up. “We should eat out here more often.”
“We really should.”
Jim cleaned his plate, polished off his salad along with his third beer while Victoria mostly picked at her dinner. They enjoyed some small talk about the weather and Victoria shared a couple funny things Kaylie had said earlier that day.
After she finished her second beer, the sexy couple headed to the lounge chairs with fresh beers in hand. She reclined and placed her mug on the table. “So how was your day?”
“Okay.” He grumbled. “We’re having some sort of plumbing problem in the woman’s bathroom. The showers aren’t draining right.”
“Women’s hair,” she said.
“What?”
“You know how my hair clogs up our drains?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Multiply that by like a hundred and that’s your problem.” She shot him a knowing look.
“I never thought about that.” Nodding, he took a sip from his beer. “We have a plumber coming tomorrow.”
“Good.” Turning to him, she opened her mouth to speak, but instead pressed her lips together and frowned.
He gave her a curious look. “What is it, babe?”
“Nothing.” She picked her beer off the table and downed a healthy gulp. “It’s, um, been a while since we did this.”
“Did what?”
“Sat out here.”
“I know.” He took another sip then his eyes brightened. “So have you heard back from the producers yet?”
“What?”
“About the show.” He motioned with his mug toward her. “I thought they were super-interested.”
“Oh yeah, I think, um…” She shook her head. “Let’s not talk about that right now.”
“Okay.”
Rising to her feet, she gave him a sexy look as she slipped the spaghetti straps of her tiny dress off her shoulders and let the garment fall to the concrete exposing her gorgeously, curvy and naked body.
His eyes bugged out of his head. “Is this your way of telling me
that you’re what’s for dessert?”
She gave him an uneasy smile. “There’s another thing we haven’t done in a while.”
“What’s that?”
She turned from him and jumped into the pool. Popping up out of the water and brushing the hair from her face, she waited wearing only a suggestive smile.
He rose to his feet quickly. After slipping out of his shoes, he removed his clothing and stood before her. “How’s the water?”
“Nice.”
He glanced quickly around the yard and shrugged. With the fence lining the left and right and the recent guesthouse addition blocking the view of the house directly behind them, they now enjoyed complete privacy in the pool.
He smiled, then took off toward the edge, jumped, tucked his knees up to his chest, locked his hands around them and splashed hard into the water a few feet from his wife. She turned to avoid the brunt of the splash, pushed the water from her hair then swam toward him. He came up out of the water, grimacing.
She asked. “What’s the matter?”
“Note to self don’t do a cannonball naked.”
“You poor baby.”
He bit his lip. “Ouch. Especially when it’s hot out and your balls are hanging really low. That makes it super-painful.”
“I can imagine.” She smiled and moved her lips to within two inches of his.
He asked, “What the hell’s with balls anyway?”
“What do you mean?”
“Sometimes they’re tight up to your body and sometimes they’re hanging down and swinging around.”
“They’re trying to keep the sperm at the right temperature so they don’t die.”
“That’s just weird. I mean, how does all that even work?”
“Got me.” She placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “It just does.”
His eyes lit up. “Maybe there’s a new birth control method solution right there.”
“What?”
“They should make some kind of warming device that attaches to your balls and it kills off the sperm so you don’t have to worry about pregnancy anymore.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she shook her head with a grin. “Yeah, like a mini sauna for your boys.”
“Exactly,” he replied and they shared a deep kiss.
When she pulled back from him she raised her eyebrows. “Sounds like an idea for Shark Tank.”
“Maybe.” He made a face. “Although it could be a little painful.”
“So there are some logistical problems to work out.” She shrugged while holding back a smile. “But I still think it sounds like a pretty good idea.”
“Yeah, especially when we’ve had a couple beers.”
“Uh-huh.” She ran her hands down his chest, brushing her fingertips over his stomach then to his balls and gave them a gentle cupping in the lukewarm water. “Do they still hurt?”
“No, they’re better now.”
“Good.” Pressing her lips to his, she kissed him hard and took hold of his cock massaging it in under the water.
He gasped and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and slipping his tongue into her mouth. He scooped her rear end up into his hands and she wrapped her legs around him. He lifted her higher and dropped his head down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his head and ran her fingers through his damp hair.
After nibbling on her some more and switching to her other breast, he let her slip lower then kissed her lips. “Do you really want to do it in the water?”
“Not exactly.” Letting her legs return to the pool floor, she pushed away from him then extended her hand and he took it. “Follow me.”
“Anywhere.” He smiled.
She waded to the pool stairs and guided him to sit down on the second step. His erection jutted out of the pool as the water splashed around his thighs. She floated between his legs and taking hold of his cock, guiding it into her mouth.
“Oh….” His head flopped back as she worked her lips over him with unbridled enthusiasm.
Running his fingers through her hair, he narrowed his eyes and his lips parted as he enjoyed her adoring attention. She slipped her hand under his balls and gently cradled them as her index finger wandered behind them swiping at his sensitive skin.
He panted, his body convulsed and he placed his hand under her chin. “You’d better… I’m going to.”
His cock swelled and she ignored the inevitable along with his warnings and redoubled her efforts, leaning forward and taking more of him into her mouth. His eyes glazed over, his jaw dropped open as she stroked him faster starting from the root.
Suddenly, he exploded, crying out and flooding her mouth with the rewards of her effort.
His cock throbbed.
His body jerked uncontrollably. He opened his eyes wide. “Oh, Victoria.”
She looked at him, wiping the remnants from her lips while still stroking his shaft slowly. She pushed her lips together tightly while wearing a distasteful look.
“You still have it in your mouth, huh?”
She nodded. “Mm-hmm”
“Wait, this isn’t about, um…” He grimaced. “You’re not going to make me taste it by like kissing me are you?”
“Um-hmm.” Closing her eyes, she swallowed hard then opened her mouth running her tongue over her teeth, cringing.
“Sorry, if I had known you were going to do that I would’ve drank pineapple juice for like a week.”
She smiled then slipped back down and placed a tiny kiss on the head of his penis. He gasped then she quickly took him back in her mouth.
“Oh, wow.” Taking hold of the pool banister, he white-knuckled it while grabbing hold of the concrete pool edge on the other side of him. There with his arms spread apart, he tensed every muscle in his body as she worked her lips, hands and mouth over him once again.
Returning her palm under his balls, she cupped them gently while searching out his ass with her finger. The moment she touched him there, he exploded for a second time, this time his neck jerked forward and he let out a guttural moan. She took his cock deep into her mouth, then rose up to the tip and sucked it hard. A second smaller gush filled her throat and this time she swallowed it quickly, forcing a smile.
“Oh, my God.” He pushed her gently away from his sensitive parts then laid his head back against the concrete while his cock throbbed and his muscles twitched. He lifted his head up to look at her. “What the hell? Are you trying to kill me?”
“You like?”
“Uh-huh.” He panted. “That was amazing.”
She smiled and gave him half a shrug. “It has been a little while since I’ve done that.”
“I know.” He smiled. “This whole parenting thing has taken us down a notch.”
“Just a notch.”
Running his hands through his hair, he slipped deeper into the water, pushing away from the edge. He took a deep breath then looked her in the eye. “If you need something from me, I’m going to need just a little break. My God, that was… my heart’s beating out of my chest.”
She shook her head, grinning. “I don’t need anything right now.”
“Maybe give me a call next Tuesday.” He barely had the energy to form a smile.
She laughed out loud, leaning against the edge of the pool. “We have all night.”
“Good.” He exhaled sharply. “I think I’ll need it.”
“I’m really wiped out all of a sudden too.” Turning away from him, she placed her palms on the pool then struggled a bit to climb out. For a few seconds there she hovered with her plump rear end exposed to him and as she bent forward, lifting her knee up to the concrete.
He gasped when he spotted her adorable lady parts splayed out before him. “Wait! Don’t move.”
“What?” She held still with one knee on the hard concrete, craning her neck back to see him. “Like this?”
He waded to her. “Yes, you look amazing.”
“Okay.�
�� She giggled with her arms beginning to tremble.
“I think I’m getting a second wind already.” He ran his fingers slowly from the back of her knee up her thigh to the right cheek of her ass. “God, you have an amazing body. I mean, playboy would be begging to shoot you.”
“Thanks.” Her leg began to shake a bit now too. “That feels good, but I don’t think I can hold this position too long and not end up in the hospital.”
“Oh, sorry. Just one more second.” He slipped lower in the water his eyes now in line with her pussy as he gazed closely at her. “You are so sexy. You have the prettiest pussy. I mean, your gorgeous ass and that little patch of skin between it. Oh, I could live there for a long, long time.”
“I love hearing you talk like this.” She chuckled then in a slightly pained voice added, “Just not in this position.”
Pulling back from her, he looked around then spotting a towel, grabbed it and placed it on the edge of the pool next to her.
“Can I move now?”
“Try this.” He slipped in behind her, placed his hands on her hips, pulling her back into the water. Then he carefully deposited her stomach on the thick, soft towel, where she bent forward with her ass sticking up deliciously. “How’s that?”
“Good.”
“Comfortable?”
“Yes.” She replied, grabbing a second towel and laying it out, before resting her elbows and head on it.
“Good, because you look even better now.” He slipped lower in the water, his eyes once again aligned with her gorgeous parts. Her rear end and her thighs were above the water line, with her legs kicking languidly in the pool.
She spread her legs apart and her cheeks opened up before him. He gasped, running his wet hands softly over her ass. “I’m serious, I could stare at you all day. I mean, other than looking into your eyes, this is my second favorite view.”
Smiling from ear to ear, she rested her head on her folded hands, sighing. “Don’t stop.”
“Stop touching you or telling you how hot you are?” He spread her cheeks apart a bit, blowing hot air over her ass.
