Charity sat up when Justin silently opened a towel for her. The heat from his gaze warmed her as he watched the bathwater sluice down her body. Stepping onto the bathmat, she went to him and he wrapped the towel around her loosely and began patting her dry.
“Hungry?” he asked as he squatted down and she slid her hand over his tan bare shoulders and back. The muscles under her hand rippled as he moved efficiently, drying her calves and feet.
He glanced up at her and smiled in what seemed like approval. “Sleepy?”
“Nope.” She shook her head, feeling gloriously languid, and giggled as he caught her nipple with a soft slurp of his lips as he stood to his full six feet and seven inches. God, but you are gorgeous. Her nipple tingled and love swelled like a wave in her heart for him.
“Am I?” he asked, with humor glimmering in his eyes and she realized she’d said it out loud.
She allowed him to pull her nude body against his and murmured, “The wine has loosened my lips. Yes, you are, babe. You make me hot.” She laid an openmouthed kiss on his pectoral and then snuggled closer. His quiet growl was the only sign of his own impatience to set the sheets on fire.
“Supper is ready.”
He helped her slip into the short white mesh robe she’d packed and led her out of the bathroom and straight through the doors that opened out onto the back deck looking out over the waters of Bowie Lake. The last pink rays of the sunset shimmered on the rippling water.
Trusting her body and her safety to him, she didn’t bother looking around to make certain no one could see her in the sheer robe that barely hid the dusky pink of her tightening nipples. He hadn’t tied the sash and the mild breeze caught the edges of the robe and lifted them away so that her breasts and pussy would be visible to anyone who happened to look their way. The thought heightened her arousal and made her rapidly engorging pussy lips swell even further. This was the power he held over her and he knew it…and enjoyed it. He protected her privacy while allowing for the tantalizing possibility that they might be observed.
Certainty swelled in her pounding heart as she anticipated whatever it was her husband had planned for her this weekend. She had no idea when the role-playing would start but felt secure and safe with him.
He’d spread blankets and pillows over the wonderful, comfy-looking chaise lounge on the back deck, which was positioned near the edge so it faced the lake. Dark shades of red and blue on the linens were barely discernable in the light of the candles that he’d placed in holders around their comfy spot.
The last rays of sunset dwindled as he helped her get comfortable amidst the pillows and large blankets. If she got cold, all he’d have to do was turn the edges of the blankets up around her. She smiled at the thought of sleeping outside wrapped in such luxurious comfort. The weather was perfect for it, if that was what he had planned.
She glanced in the living room and noticed candles were flickering in there as well, to provide soft, sensual lighting for wherever the night took them. Justin removed his jeans, letting them fall to the deck before kicking them away. He spared a last hawklike gaze at their surroundings making sure no one was near, and then slid his dark, knit boxer shorts down his hips, revealing the thick cock he’d wielded with such finesse throughout their marriage. A deep breath slid from her as his hardened length twitched under her gaze. Her cunt quivered as she imagined taking in all those hot, granite-hard inches of pure heaven. He never veered his gaze from her as he joined her on the chaise, completely naked and confident.
He handed her a warm platter-sized plate and grinned as he drew her into his lap. Taking advantage of her filled hands, he slid his palms over her inner thighs and lightly caressed her bare mound with the backs of his fingers as she settled with a stuttering gasp. She couldn’t help squirming when she felt her drenched pussy lips part and slide together with the movement, making her hyperaware of how wet she was.
Confidence filled his eyes as he said, “You’re already so hot for me, aren’t you, my pretty baby.”
She whimpered softly, loving that possessive endearment. “Yes. All you have to do is look at me and I’m putty in your hands.”
“I know it. I love giving you what you need. Part your thighs for me and don’t spill that plate.”
She moaned but did as he asked, the air rushing from her lungs as he delved the fingertips of one gentle hand between her drenched lips. His fingers slid with ease through her slippery arousal, teasing her clit with the barest touch before sinking into her opening, and he growled with approval. “You’re ready for my cock aren’t you? Ready to do anything I ask?”
“Yes, Justin. Oh, yes. Anything,” she replied, the plea obvious in her voice before crooning with pleasure as he stroked her rapidly swelling clit. “I’ll do anything you want.”
His chest rumbled with another sound of approval. “I’m happy to hear that because that’s what I want from you tonight. Anything I want you to do.”
“Do you like everyone watching? Knowing they’ll see you come for me?” Justin asked and nipped gently at her pussy.
Charity gasped and froze, her cunt swelling and trembling at the way he so effortlessly brought her to the edge before letting her ease down, making her wait for her orgasm. Role-playing this late-night memory from the previous year’s ROT Rally was the best idea he’d ever had. “Oh, Justin. Give it to me, please!”
He chuckled as he kept lapping at her. “Greedy baby.”
She caressed his long hair, which was draped over her left hip like a silky banner. He’d never done more than trim the ends in all the years they’d been married. It was part of who he was and she loved it and hoped he never cut it off, even when it eventually turned white. He let out a hungry growl and pressed his hands against the backs of her thighs, giving him more room and making her more visible to anyone watching. The thought brought her right back to the edge as he slid his fingers inside her and began teasing her G-spot.
“Oh!” she crooned as he struck chords in her body like no musical master ever could. She arched and moved with him, the delicious certainty of orgasm cresting inside her, until she was writhing against him, crying out in ecstasy as the climax came in crashing waves. “Yes, Justin! Yes!”
In a rush of movement, he lifted her limp body up from the chaise and back into his lap. She caught her breath and braced herself into a sitting position as she straddled his hips. She didn’t want to stop, couldn’t even if she’d wanted to. He groaned in approval as she lifted up, positioned his cock, and took just the first couple of inches of him. He’d teased her back then, the same as moments before, and if her memory was serving her correctly, she’d teased him right back.
Justin let loose a shuddering breath and grasped her upper thighs in his firm but gentle grip. He was strong enough to slam her straight down on his cock if he wanted to, but she knew he wouldn’t. He wanted her to have her moment, too. Knowing that eyes were on her as she ground on the first couple of inches, letting the head slide in and out made her arousal skyrocket. She braced her hands on his chest as she panted, resisting her own urge to take all of him deep inside her. She breathed deep as her cunt bathed his cock with her juices and pulsed with impending orgasm. She managed to hold it off, wanting the moment to last as long as possible before she gave in. When control returned, she leaned down and kissed him, her eyes obediently closed even though she wore a blindfold.
“Such a good girl,” Justin said with a groan.
“You know I am, babe,” she agreed as she licked his chest and found a nipple to tongue and play with as she rotated her hips and arched her back, taking a little more of his towering cock inside her. At the rally, complimentary expletives had reached her ears spurring her on until she’d risen up, as she did now, and had taken all of him to the root.
Gentle hands loosened the ties on the blindfold and removed it, then brushed her hair back from her cheeks as she began to ride him, the pleasure coursing through her in waves as he moved with her. The dampness on their skins combined into a perfume that was beautiful and unique to their lovemaking. She shuddered as the sounds of his cock sinking into her slippery pussy reached her ears, so sensual and erotic. Her cunt burned and tightened as all inhibition deserted her. She opened her eyes, lost in the moment, and looked up into Val and Ransome’s eyes. Their heated nonverbal exchange with her set a blaze inside her that consumed any shred of control she had left.
Holy fuck, this is some fantasy!
Without looking away, she rode Justin’s cock with the help of his strong hands until the unbearable tension knotting inside her suddenly snapped and the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy, uncaring who heard. The growl in his throat swelled into a roar as he thrust deep, holding her atop him so she wouldn’t topple as he took his own release, spurting his cum deep inside her with throbbing pulses.
Deep murmurs of pleasure reached her ears as she fell against Justin and gasped for breath. His heart pounded in her ear where she lay, and she smiled at its rapid rhythm. It was a wonderful feeling knowing she could still do that to him. She flexed her hips against his and smiled as he groaned and responded by wrapping his arms tightly around her and thrusting back. The breeze drifted lazily over her sweat-dampened skin as she stroked both his biceps.
“Mmm?” she murmured with eyes still closed, enjoying the shimmering waves of pleasure as the orgasm receded along with the memories and she was left in the afterglow, their bodies still deeply connected.
Justin cuddled her, kissing her temple, and stroked the back of her head. “Remember telling me you’d do anything for me?”
“I meant it, babe,” she replied as she opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Anything.”
As her blurry vision slowly cleared in the darkness, she became aware of two large figures seated in the chaise lounges beside them. She blinked again and the image didn’t disappear, instead they came into focus. Val and Ransome. In the flesh. Staring at her so intensely she felt it on her skin.