Free The Fantasy by Nicole Ryan

The Fantasy
    Nicole Ryan
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The following is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any semblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Copyrigh t © Nicole Ryan 2013. All rights reserved. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                  I slid my hand down my husband’s firm chest, his breath deepened slightly, but as I slid my hand down further, and over his soft penis, he stirred. I grinned and drug my nails up his thick, sculpted thigh before I brought it back down to his penis again, he was already hard and I tipped my face up to smile at him before sticking my head under the covers and taking him into my mouth. He moaned softly, arching his hips from the mattress, I slid my hands down them as I felt the first salty droplet spread on my tongue. His strong hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them as I worked on him quietly, and when he came, I quickly swallowed, and climbed up to kiss him softly. He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me to his body, and kissed my nose before rising from bed and getting into the shower.
    I headed downstairs after using the bathroom , as I went from room to room I opened the curtains and let the beautiful sunshine flood the house. I started a pot of coffee, and made some toast before going about my normal morning routine.
    “Tiffany!” I called to my thirteen year old daughter, hoping that she could hear me over her thumping music as I slipped her cellophane encased sandwich into her lunch box.
    The music switched off quickly and I heard her delicate dancers feet fly across her bedroom above me, and then her feet were bounding down the stairs as she flew to the refrigerator. I handed her lunch to her, and she quickly kissed my cheek as she poured a glass of the fresh orange juice I’d just made.
    “Remember you’re going to Nana’s after school today.” I said as I sipped my coffee.
    “Yes, I know.” She rolled her eyes as she sat next to me, sliding her glass across the granite countertop, like I’d asked her not to a thousand times.
    My husband Charles walked into the kitchen then, his dark suit clashing with the bright kitchen. I handed him his steaming travel cup of coffee and he kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes, these days I relished in any touch that he gave me.
    “Happy Anniversary.” His low voice crawled over my skin.
    “Happy Anniversary.” I replied, and the contact was over, too soon.
    “Can I have ten dollars?” Tiffany asked Charles.
    “Ten dollars for what?” He asked as he tied the tie about his freshly shaven neck.
    “Nana lives close to Claire, and she and I were going to go see a movie tonight.” Tiffany replied as she shoveled a spoonful of Honey Comb into her mouth, one ear bud in her ear while the other dangled lazily at her chest.
    “Sure.” Charles said as he fished a ten out of his wallet.
    “Thanks Daddy.” She said scooping her backpack up. “Happy Anniversary you guys, have fun tonight.” She leaned up on her tip toes to kiss Charles, and then came around the bar to kiss my cheek.
    “Thank you sweetie, have a good time with Claire, tell her mother I said hi.” I called as she ran out to catch the school bus.
    I turned my attention back to Charles, he was rushing about the kitchen, getting his cell phone and other various electronic devices gathered up for the day. He stopped suddenly and turned to look at me.
    “So we’re meeting at eight tonight then?” He asked as he put his jacket on.
    I nodded and slipped off the breakfast barstool and picked up his briefcase. I handed it to him and kissed the corner of his mouth softly.
    “Thank you.” He said, running his knuckled down my cheek ever so briefly before turning and inspecting his image in the mirror beside the front door.
    “Have a good day.” I said as he opened the front door.
    “I will.” He said, “See you at eight.” He kissed my forehead again, and I closed and locked the