Free All the Time by Cherie Denis Page B

murmured. Her buttocks lifted as
she flicked her clit with a finger tip. “Ahhh…Mike.”
    Speechless, he watched her tease her body.
Her labia swelled and her clit grew and Mike leaned closer thinking
to taste her delights.
    Lainie reached behind her and the car door
popped open. She slid out of the car, turned, bent her upper body
back inside. "Do you like my tits? Aren't they pretty?"
    "Where's your bra? When and where did you
take off your underwear?"
    She grabbed her purse off the floor. "Coming
baby?"
    She had to be a succubus. She was tormenting
him to the edge of hell and yet every moment with her was heaven on
earth.
    Mike grinned. “You are downright evil,
woman.” He rubbed his crotch. “You better run like hell, ‘cause
when I catch you, you're gonna pay for being such a bad girl." He
growled to prove his point. "Get your sexy ass in the house, or
I'll do you right on the hood of the car. I'm sure the neighbors
would love to watch."
    Lainie turned and sped toward the back door.
She wrenched her key in the lock and disappeared.
    Moments behind his sumptuous wife, Mike found
no sight of her when he walked though the kitchen. Where in the
hell had she gotten to in such a hurry, the little tease?
    “Lainie Marie, where are you?”
     
    * * * *
     
    “In here, darling,” Lainie answered, keeping
her voice low and soft. She’d spent the whole day thinking about
fucking Mike and hadn’t been able to decide where to start. At
first she had contemplated the kitchen counter or the floor. Then
she thought about the kitchen table or the dining room table, but
neither seemed to suit her needs. She had almost settled on the
stairs leading to their bedroom until she remembered the case of
rug burn she’d suffered the last time they used the carpeted
steps.
    Eventually, she decided the overstuffed
armchair in the family room would suffice for what she had in
mind.
    * * * *
    Ripping off his tie, Mike tossed tie and suit
coat down in the middle of the hallway. Tugging his shirt out of
his slacks, he turned the corner into the family room and came to
an abrupt halt. The sight of Lainie left him speechless. His cock
pulsed to rock-hard proportions and he flinched. Goddamn slacks and
underwear were strangling him.
    Lainie was sitting in what she referred to as
a chair and a half. Her shoes lay on their sides next to the chair.
Her feet were firmly planted on the chair’s seat, her legs sprawled
wide and inviting. With her skirt scrunched around her waist and
her skin-tight knit top yanked down under her breasts she looked
positively obscene, dangerous and totally wanton. Mike licked his
lips and groaned.
    Putting her hands to her head, running her
fingers through her long, lustrous hair, Lainie lifted the mass and
let it fall about her in a silken, dark shower. The movement of her
arms raised her breasts to high, taut, tempting mounds. She dropped
her arms and her breasts gently swayed. Deep-rose nipples winked at
him, peaking and tightening in wait for his mouth to do them
justice.
    She really was going to kill him with sex.
Oh, but if he had to die, let it be with her hot body wrapped
around his cock. What a way to go.
    Mike unlatched his belt and pulled it loose
letting it slither to the floor in a coil at his feet. Eyes glued
to the wanton scene in front of him, he kicked off his shoes,
leaving them next to his belt. He stepped further into the room
when Lainie wiggled a beckoning finger at him.
    Still several feet from his sensuous wife, he
made a move to unzip his slacks. Lainie moaned and touched her clit
with her forefinger. Her miniature penis pulsed and darkened as it
became engorged with blood and Mike gasped. His fingers scrambled
at the tab to his zipper. Finally, it caught and the zipper made a
harsh rasp in the quiet room.
    He kicked his slacks to the side and clad in
shirt, socks and shorts, he headed for his lascivious wife intent
on fucking her until she begged for mercy.
    Lainie held up a hand halting