As soon as
Priscilla turned her key and walked inside of her home, she was greeted by the
overwhelming aroma of one of her husband’s expensive Cohiba Espendido cigars.
She shut the front door behind her and slipped out of the shoes that had been
squeezing her feet, eager to sink her sore toes into the soothingly soft fibers
of the plush, beige carpet that covered the entire expanse of her spacious
living room.
“Hey Sweet P,”
Charles greeted her from where he lay on the sofa with his feet up. He was a
tall man so his legs extended over the arm of the sofa and hung over the edge.
The wispy cloud of smoke he had just exhaled floated above his face and rose
towards the ceiling.
Priscilla hated when
he smoked inside the house but she smiled and chose not to make a fuss about
it, especially not after he had just affectionately called her “Sweet P.” She
loved that. Most of the people who had ever heard him call her that naturally
assumed that it was an innocent term of endearment, a nickname derived from the
P in Priscilla but, the naughty inside joke between them was that Charles was
really referring to a particularly sexually explicit word that also started
with the letter P. In intimate moments, while delivering the type of slow
strokes that only a man in love sensuously sinks deeply inside of his woman, he
would whisper in her ear how much he loved her “sweet pussy.” That type of
dirty talk always excited her.
“Hey Grizzly Bear,”
she answered as she walked barefoot over to where he lay on the couch and
climbed on top of her husband.
At first she
straddled him before she laid out flat on top of his body as if he was a
comfortable mattress and used his chest as a pillow. Charles stretched his arm
across to the mahogany coffee table to ash his cigar in the glass ashtray that
sat on top of the expensive wood. He abandoned the Cohiba to smolder on its own
like a stick of incense. Once both of his hands were free, he wrapped his arms
around his wife and held her tightly. He loved to feel her soft, supple body
pressed against him. Priscilla’s natural, fluffy, frizzy curls felt like cotton
and tickled his chin. Charles inhaled deeply, relishing the way her hair
smelled, sweetly scented by the oils she used to maintain its healthy sheen. He
used his giant-sized hand to part her wild mane so that he could kiss her
softly on the forehead.
“You’re late,” he
told her. “I thought today was supposed to be the day when you are done with
all of your lectures by midday?” Charles asked as Priscilla frowned because of
the smell of the cigar still heavy on his breath.
“Yeah, today was my
early day. I’m sorry I got in so late,” she apologized sincerely.
“With all of this
rain, I was worried about you. I know how much you hate to drive in it. I
couldn’t stop thinking that you might have had some terrible car accident. I
was afraid that you had skid off the road somewhere.”
“Aww, you were
worried about me? You’re such a good husband.”
“Of course I was
worried about you. What would I do without you, the love of my life and the
most amazing woman I’ve ever known?” he asked playfully.
“You’re sweet to
say that but, I know exactly what you’d do if I was tragically torn from your
life,” she chuckled.
“What exactly do
you think I would do if I lost you?” he asked before pressing his lips to hers. “How could I possibly manage without you?”
“You’d just find a
younger, prettier, curvier version of me,” she answered.
“And where in the
world would I find another woman with ALL of those wonderful attributes?”
“Oh please. Don’t
pretend that you don’t see girls like that walking all over the campus all day…
every day. It’s literally a buffet of sexy coeds. I’m sure you’ll be able to
charm any one of them out of their panties,” Priscilla told him sarcastically.
Charles would have
kept the light humor going if he had been completely sure whether or not his
wife was really joking. In the past, on more than one occasion, he had been
caught being disrespectfully and blatantly unfaithful. Steamy flings and
inappropriate entanglements with a few of his female students at the college
where they both worked had violated the sanctity of their marriage. Priscilla
claimed to have forgiven him and Charles believed that, at least in her heart,
she had really tried to let go of all the pain and embarrassment he had caused
her but, he also know that her soul still ached because of the things he had
done.
“I cooked dinner,”
he told her, quickly changing the subject before their pleasant, flirtatious
conversation had a chance to take an ugly turn.
“Really? I can’t
smell anything with all of the nasty cigar smoke in the house,” she frowned
while crinkling her nose.
“I made your
favorite,” he added, then watched her eyes light up as her frown flipped and
turned into a wide smile.
“Steak?” she asked
anxiously and excited as her mouth began to water.
“There’s a juicy
cut of London broil, stewed with fresh veggies, smothered in delicious, savory
gravy, just the way you like it,” he answered, continuing to tease her taste
buds with his vivid description of the meal he had painstakingly prepared for
her.
“Mmmm, I’m
starving. Let’s eat,” she said.
With full stomachs from a delicious dinner and lightheaded from the
half bottle of wine they had just finished together, Charles and Priscilla
soaked in the bathtub together by candlelight. The warm water and the suds from
the bubble bath soothed their skin as Charles washed Priscilla’s back with the
soft sponge. When he was finished, she leaned back and rest against his chest.
The aroma from the lavender candles was relaxing and helped to put them both in
an even more mellow mode than the wine had.
“There’s something I meant to ask you earlier,” Charles leaned forward
and whispered in Priscilla’s ear.
“And what’s that?” she asked.
“You never explained why you were so late getting home today, or where
you were for all that time,” he said.
“Are you worried…think I was somewhere I shouldn’t have been…doing
something I shouldn’t have been doing?” she asked as she felt his fingers
firmly on her nipples after he reached around to fondle her breasts.
“That’s not what I’m saying at all. I just thought that it was strange
that you didn’t tell me what happened or where you were exactly after I told
you how worried I was,” he answered before he leaned forward to gently bite her
earlobe.
“Sure sounds like you’re suspicious. What’s the matter? You don’t trust
me?” she asked, gently moving his hand away from her breasts so that she could
bring his fingers to her lips. First, she sucked on his thumb suggestively, and
then his pointer finger before finally taking both his pointer and middle
finger in her mouth at the same time. Slowly, she continued to suck on them
until she felt him getting hard behind her.
“Of course I trust you,” he answered.
“Really?” she mumbled with her mouth full.
“Ouch!” Charles complained as Priscilla bit down on his fingers, hard
enough for it to hurt but not viciously enough to break the skin. “Why’d you do
that?” he asked.
Priscilla stood up in the bathtub and turned around to face him in all
of her magnificent, naked glory. She put her hands on her hips and let him
watch the water drip down her smooth skin, like many tiny streams. She stood in
front of him like a goddess to be revered and she didn’t need to see through
the foamy, bubblebath suds, or below the bathwater to know how aroused he was.
She had been married to him long enough to feel from a distance how filled with
lust he was and knew how to read the burning desire written all over his face.
She watched his eyes explore every inch of her body and she read every dirty
thought in his head.
Like a pagan, Charles worshiped the magnificent woman in front of him
as if she was the sun. He resisted the urge to reach out, grab her and pull her
close so that he could taste the sweetness between her thighs. Only the stern
expression on her face kept him at bay but he was so excited that he was almost
tempted to beg. When Priscilla saw him lean forward to kiss her down low, she
firmly planted her palm on his forehand to stop him.
“I was late today because I gave one of my students a ride home and
before you ask, yes, he is very handsome. And no, I didn’t fuck him because I
know that’s the next question that’s going to pop into your head. I stayed at
his place until the rain eased up, chatting with him and his girlfriend. It was
innocent,” she explained.
“So, if his girlfriend wasn’t there?” Charles asked, trying not to
seem nervous or concerned but the question itself betrayed him.
Priscilla smiled wickedly, held her husband’s chin firmly and forced
him to look up at her. “My love, the day that I pay you back for the things you’ve
done, when I do finally decide to give you a healthy taste of your own
medicine, I’m not going to sneak around behind your back. Trust me, you’re
going to KNOW when we’re even,” she told him before she kissed her passionately.
Their tongues touched in a familiar dance as Priscilla aggressively
grabbed the back of her husband’s head so he couldn’t move back or pull away
from her.
Charles was completely breathless when she finally let him go. His
heart pounded with the heavy thud of a marching band base drum as Pricilla
stepped out of the bathtub and walked over to the rack where the clean towels
were neatly hung. Lightheaded because of all the blood that had rushed from his
head down to his lower region, he watched her wrap the pristine white towel
around her dripping wet body. It was barely big enough to cover her nakedness
and although he had just seen all of her, the tease of what the towel left
unseen drove him wild. She looked back at him over her shoulder before she
walked out of the master bathroom and he immediately picked up on the subtle,
seductive invitation to follow her.
Charles slowly entered the bedroom and quietly walked up behind
Priscilla where she stood at the foot of the bed, still barely covered by her
towel. She was staring at a gift wrapped package that sat in the middle of
their king-sized bed.
“What’s this?” she asked when she felt him press the rock hard
stiffness that was only covered by the towel wrapped around his waist, right up
against her soft behind.
“Just something I picked up in the city before I came home. I thought
you might like it,” he answered before you planted a few soft kisses on the
side of her neck, close to her collarbone.
“What’s the special occasion?” she asked as she went to look at her
present, excited but also very suspicious.
Charles’ eyes were drawn to the plump, clean-shaven lips between her
legs that were exposed when the fluffy white towel rolled up as she climbed onto
the bed. From behind, they were just as pretty and enticing as they were from
the front.
“No special occasion. I just felt like doing something nice to surprise
you,” he answered as Priscilla opened the small, flat box which was about the
size of a thin novel.
“This is beautiful…and very expensive,” she gasped as she took out the
beige, cashmere and silk Chanel scarf out of the box and held it against her
cheek to feel just how soft it was. “Okay, what bad news are you about to
spring on me? What’ve you done?” she asked as she looked back over her shoulder
at him, suddenly becoming very serious.
“I didn’t do anything wrong. I swear,” Charles said, quickly raising
both his hands as if the police had guns pointed at him. “Well, not really,”
continued.
“Not really huh? What’d you do that is SO bad that you felt that you
had to buy me an expensive scarf?” she pressed him for answers.
“Well, I felt a little guilty about being so rough the other night. I
saw the bruises on your wrists from where I tied your hands. I’m still not
exactly sure what got into me. I shouldn’t have been that rough,” he explained
and almost sounded ashamed.
Priscilla had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing out loud as
Charles lowered his eyes and looked away from her as if he was a child who was
expecting a hard spanking. She was tempted to order him to get a belt so she
could do just that but, she wasn’t sure if either one of them would enjoy it. That
was one of the few things sexually that they had never tried. She stared at the
front of this towel and noticed that the huge bulge that she had felt before
when he had walked up behind her was still there which made her grin with
mischief on her mind.
“Drop that towel and get over here,” she told him.
Charles did exactly as she commanded without hesitation. He let the
towel that had been wrapped around his waist fall to the bedroom floor as he
watched his wife discard hers. As he climbed up on the mattress behind her, she
handed him the expensive Chanel scarf before she kneeled down and bent over to
lay her face down on the plush pillow in front of her. Charles stared at the
amazing roundness of her plus-size backside and the narrowness of her slim
waist as she put both her hands together behind her back.
“Tie my hands with it,” she told him and once again, without a moment’s
hesitation, he obliged her.
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