Free Leap by Kenny Wright

shower when he finally got home—her third of the day, but it was that kind of day. He didn’t join her other than to poke his head in to tell her he was home. She needed a little space, and he knew how she liked her showers.
    He brushed his teeth in the guest room and washed his face with soap. The water cut off just as he slipped naked into bed.
    Sarah emerged, a towel wrapped around her head and nothing else. Even with all the times he’d cum today, he still felt himself stir at her nudity.
    She pulled the towel off and scrubbed her hair dry, sauntering to the bed. “I had the most interesting night.” She batted her lashes and Jack laughed.
    “So did I. You’ll never believe who I ran into at your office.”
    Sarah pulled the covers back and cuddled up against him. “So?” she asked. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”
    “It was nothing like I did.” Sarah looked worried until Jack touched her face. “But it was incredible. You were incredible.”
    She blushed. That was good; after all that had happened, she could still blush. “How was it different?”
    Jack was a little ashamed of the truth, but gave it. “I guess I never really thought about it from your perspective. It had always been my fantasy, you know? But tonight, watching you... You really got into it.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    He kissed her on the nose. “Don’t apologize. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant... I don’t know. Like, I loved seeing you like that. You were so sexy.” He rubbed his thumb across the arch of her brow. She blinked. “Like I said, you were incredible. It was better than whatever I’d thought it could be.”
    For the first time since climbing into bed, Sarah relaxed. “You’re not expecting this to be some kind of regular thing, are you?”
    “Not unless you consider once every four years a ‘regular thing,’ no.”
    “Someone’s a little presumptuous.”
    “Hey, I think I was promised a threesome with you and another woman,” Jack reminded.
    Sarah rolled her eyes. “Oh, right. I almost forgot. Although now that you mention it, I seem to recall bringing it up as a possibility.” She snuggled closer to Jack. “I love you, baby.”
    “I love you, too, angel.”
    “‘Angel?’”
    Jack shut out the light. Neither of them were up for any more sex. “Never mind. I’ll explain later.”

Epilogue
    The morning of March 1 was like any other. A little stiff and a little hard, Jack woke up in his bed next to Sarah. He rolled over and draped his arm across his wife. Her chest rose and fell, calm and steady.
    He cupped her breast. Her skin was warm, bordering on hot. She stirred.
    “Morning,” Jack said when she turned her head.
    Sarah’s face brightened when she saw Jack. Her dreams had been confused, but now everything made sense. She asked, “What are you smiling about?”
    “You, of course.”
    Sarah rolled her eyes. He touched her face, tracing the round summit of her cheekbone. “Not about anything that happened yesterday?”
    “Yesterday? February 28? I can’t seem to recall a whole lot out of the ordinary.” His blue eyes sparkled. “Can you?”
    “Not on the 28th, no.” They laughed together. “I love you, Jack. And all your crazy ideas.”
    They kissed over her shoulder, the soft touch of parched lips turning into more. They could pretend that Leap Day didn’t happen, but their bodies couldn’t forget. Sarah felt Jack grow against her buttocks. His hand tightened on her breast, squeezing the pillowy flesh. She broke the kiss, sighing as his other hand skittered down between her thighs. His lips kissed the back of her neck and the soft column of her neck.
    She cried out when his hand found her sex. She grinded her ass against him. He was full and hard. She thought about what she’d let David do to her last night. Her heart flittered inside her chest when she thought about letting Jack go there. He was much bigger than David—but then, the intensity of that moment had felt so