Free All the Time by Cherie Denis

soaking
pussy and jammed them into her mouth. She flew out of her chair and
ran for the ladies room.
    Thank God, no one had wandered into her
office while she was fingering herself with such wild abandon. God
only knows what Conrad would have done if he caught her pleasuring
herself so wantonly. He probably would have bent her over the desk
and finished her while Reggy looked on and cheered.
    What a wild idea. It was a good thing she
took her marriage seriously. Mike was a gorgeous man and she knew
he'd had several lovers before he married her. He'd sworn fidelity
and she believed him. He'd never given her any reason to doubt him.
And, if she even thought about him being unfaithful she would
remember he swore he could barely keep up with her sexually.
    If she had a penis. She’d be able to do it
all the time. If she had a cock, she’d screw her woman whenever and
wherever she wanted.
    If only she had a penis.
     
    * * * *
     
    Mike pulled the BMW to a stop under the hotel
portico. He was about to step out when his luscious wife tottered
out the sliding glass door. The moment Lainie’s hand touched the
door handle he leaned over and opened the door for her. "God,
Lainie love, you look as delicious as you did at eight-thirty this
morning." He wasn't lying. Her make-up was flawless. Her
black-as-night hair flowed over her dainty shoulders in a silken,
lustrous waterfall. She was perfection.
    Once Lainie was settled in her seat, she
turned and met his mouth with hers.
    Her full lips touched his in a sensuous, long
kiss and Mike could have sworn he tasted her sweet honey on her
lips. Had she been playing with herself again? She promised she
wouldn’t be so mischievous at work anymore, especially since the
day Reggy caught her with her fingers in her pussy and damn near
had a heart attack. His screams had brought people from all over
the building. It had taken hours for Reggy to calm down and forgive
Lainie.
    A loud honk caused Mike to end the kiss
before he was ready. Bastard behind him seemed to be in a big
fucking hurry.
    Lainie protested when his lips left hers.
    Mike touched her cheek lightly. “Patience
darling, patience. Remember, I have plans for later. Plans
featuring kisses just like those and more. So much more.”
    Lainie licked her lips and sighed. “I can’t
wait, Mike.”
    He pulled away from the hotel, stopping at
the street to check for traffic. He took a moment to admire the
long line of Lainie’s fabulous legs. Her skirt had ridden up to a
mere inch below her crotch.
    Beautiful, desirable and loving, she was all
he thought about hour after hour, day after day. She was his life
and he was beginning to worry she was also going to be his death.
Mike was exhausted. She was wearing him out and work hadn't been
going smoothly lately, either.
    His cock ached from all the great sex he’d
had the past couple of days. Yet tired or not, he planned to make
love to her again tonight until he collapsed from over-exertion. Or
died, whichever came first.
    A wry grin spread across his face. Yeah, she
was fucking killing him and he loved every minute of it. It was a
hell of a way to go, though. Mike dropped his right hand onto
Lainie’s knee and realized her legs were bare. Where had her
stockings gotten to? He was positive she’d had nylons on when she
got out of the car this morning.
    “Have a rough day, darling?” he asked,
flicking the turn signal with his left forefinger.
    She put her hand over his and ran his hand up
and down her thigh, bringing his fingers within a hairs-breath of
her pussy. She shivered and Mike’s fingers clutched at her
thigh.
    Lainie gave his hand a soft pat and Mike
realized he was probably hurting her and eased the pressure of his
fingers. “No, it went well…how about you, Darling? Did you miss
me?”
    The 'hello' kiss had given him a hard-on, but
the purr of her voice left him light headed and hot. Randy as a
teenager. He was right, she was killing him. He cleared his throat
and said,