Chapter 12: Home

Brad met her in baggage claim at the airport; giving her no time to get new underwear from her suitcase. As they walked to their car, she self-consciously had to pull her skirt from where it had gotten stuck in the crack of her ass.

At home he followed her upstairs, carrying her suitcase, and asked for the details of her time in Vegas. He noticed that she wasn’t wearing pantyhose and thought it odd since it was unusual for her.

Marissa was nervous as they climbed the stairs. She was glad that she was wearing a skirt long enough that he couldn’t see she wasn’t wearing panties. But she was unprepared as he hugged her when they reached the bedroom and said, “I missed you,” as he slid his hand under her skirt and up her leg.

She kind of froze as he grasped her naked buttock and then moved his head back, looking down at her. “Where’s your panties?”

“I uh, I had an accident at the airport,” she said looking away from him. “I was late getting to the airport and I uh, I peed myself.”

He laughed, squeezing her ass cheek. “I kind of like having easy access. Maybe you shouldn’t wear underwear anymore.” He leaned his head down and kissed her and she kissed him back, glad to not have been caught in the lie. He unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He started to kiss her and began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Oh hon, let me shower first,” she protested.

“I can’t wait,” he said as he pulled her to the bed and buried his head between her legs. He was already thrusting his tongue into her pussy before she could push him away. She hoped that she’d done a good enough job cleaning herself up on the plane so that her husband wouldn’t be able to taste the residue of Rocky’s cum that might still linger there. She put her hands on the back of his head while he concentrated on her clitoris.

She relaxed and started enjoying his tongue as he licked up her slit, sucking her clit between his lips. “Oh God,” she moaned as she closed her eyes and raised her hips against his tongue.

It took no time at all before he had her writhing through an orgasm and as he felt her relax, he buried his tongue deep into her love canal. She felt him curl his tongue as he licked her insides. She looked down at the top of his head, again alarmed at what he might taste, but he just kept licking.

He pulled his head back and she could see that his face was wet from the juices in her pussy. He smiled adoringly and said, “You taste good.”

“I love you,” she replied and reached down to pulled him up over. Her husband climbed on top of her and as he entered her, she thought that she would never let another man inside of her ever again as a tear ran down her cheek.

“What’s wrong?” Brad asked, alarmed.

“Nothing. You make me so happy.”

Their love making was sweet and slow and after her second orgasm she climbed on top, their favorite position, and rode him until they came together.

“God, I missed you,” he said.

“Me too,” she replied as she stretched out on top with him still inside. She kissed him and only moved off of him when his shrinking penis slid out. She realized that he’d gone to sleep and as she lay next to him, she wondered if her life had now become a lie. She doubted if her husband’s love for her would survive if he ever learned the truth about Vegas.