Page 29 of Defensive Hero
My parents are here as well, having known Martha for so long, but they plan to leave early. They offered to keep the kids overnight so Sandy and I can have a night to ourselves, hence the reason Sandy dropped them off with the sitter there instead of having the sitter come to our home. A child-free night is something I intend to take full advantage of.
Someone clicks their fork against their glass, and everyone turns to the front. A senior partner makes a speech about how Martha was a great asset to the firm and how hard it’s going to be to fill her shoes before we all toast her, and then the real party begins.
We mingle with the other guests before I notice the uncomfortable look on my wife’s face. I discreetly pull her to the side to ask her about it. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, flashing me a smile. “We should get back to the others.”
Fuck that. “The truth, darling.”
She chews at her lips nervously before leaning in. “I think I’m having a wardrobe malfunction, but it can wait.”
“Where? Let me see.”
She stares at me in horror. “Here? No!”
“Fine, we’ll do it somewhere else then.”
I shake my head at my wife and grab her hand before cutting through the crowd and heading for the stairs. Whatever it is, we are going to fix it in my office.
“Oh my God, Wilson. We can’t leave the party,” she whispers as I drag her away. “They probably think we’re leaving to have sex.”
“They can think what they want, Sandy.” She buries her head in her palm as I guide her to my office, locking the door behind me. “Now show me.”
“You are impossible,” she huffs, turning around for me to see her back. I look, even lifting her long hair over her shoulders, but I don’t see anything.
“Hmm, I can’t find any tears.”
“That’s odd. I swear I felt something on my back. Are you sure?”
“I don’t see anything, but if it will make you more comfortable, you can wear my jacket,” I say, stripping off my sport coat and hanging it over her shoulders. “That should work. Do you want to head back down?”
“Well,” she says, and it’s then I notice the heat and mischievous look in her eyes, which immediately has my semi-erection hardening into fullness. “We should definitely head back down, but they probably think we’re having sex, so don’t you think it would be a waste of a rumor if we don’t do anything?”
I wrap my arms around her waist, and the coat falls off her shoulders exposing her delicate skin. “You planned this, didn’t you?”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip before her fingers drop to the hard ridge of my pants. My wife’s beautiful brown eyes stay on me as she rubs the palm of her hand over my erection.
“Can you blame me? I want your cock in my mouth,” she whispers breathily. Her words have my cock jerking in my pants, liking the idea of my wife on her knees, taking me into that perfect mouth.
I dive in for a kiss, working my mouth needily over hers and tasting the wine on her lips. The kiss is hot and desperate. I hiss when she tugs down my zipper and dips her slender fingers into my pants to take out my cock.
“Are you sure you want me to mess up your makeup?” I rasp, pulling back from the kiss to stare into her eyes.
She licks her lips and nods. “I want you to fuck my mouth, Sir.”
Fuck!
“Get on your knees.”
She drops to her knees, her hands frantic as she tugs down my pants, and a deep growl climbs my chest when she wraps that sexy mouth around my cock, rolling her tongue over my crown. Her eyes flutter at me when she pulls away to drag her tongueover the length of my shaft before taking my throbbing cock back into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, combing my fingers through her hair and fisting the thick strands around my hand before tugging hard. She chokes when I tunnel my cock into her mouth, my eyes locked on her braless tits exposed by the low neckline of her dress. I pull my cock out before thrusting back into her and holding still as the warm muscles of her throat massage my shaft, forcing a deep, guttural moan from my throat. She gasps when I draw back, her eyes filling up with tears. “Such a good girl,” I moan, thrusting into her mouth several times before I feel my balls draw tight with the need to come, and I have to pull back before I choke her with my seed. She whines when I pull away completely, but I don’t plan on coming anywhere but in her hot pussy tonight.
I yank her to her feet before kissing her puffy lips before I spin her around to face my desk. My hands are already reaching under her dress for her panties before her palms slap the table. I tear off her thong and toss it somewhere behind me. She spreads her legs on instinct as I guide my cock into her sex.
“My God, you are perfect, baby,” I grind out, leaning down to brush my lips over her bare shoulder as I slowly enter her wet channel. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“To me as well,” she whimpers, the sound morphing into a sob when I drive home hard and fast, burying my hard cock into her wet heat. “Oh God.”