I woke in the half light and just listened to her breathing for a while. I had left my body clock in a different time zone, but my wife was having no such difficulties. Kerri’s warm, curved form curled up next to me; even asleep, she could turn me on. I touched her shoulder and gently pulled her into her back. I wriggled down under the covers and nuzzled between her legs. She roused from sleep with the sensation of my tongue teasing her clitoris. When I knew I had her conscious attention I pushed my fingers inside her and within a few minutes she mumbled to me that she was in her orgasm.
She hugged me and stroked my ego with compliments about the size of my cock as she caressed it. Lazily teasing without any vigorous movements that would cause my over excitement. She drifted back into a light sleep and I went and made her some tea.
She cooed, “Chocolate chip cookies this early in the morning. Luke, you’re so decadent. It feels like I’m still on holiday.”
I picked out some panties from her lingerie drawer, and a pair of hold up stockings from the one below that. I thought carefully for a few minutes as I stared into her shoe collection and chose a pair if killer platform heels. Kerri didn’t let me make any more sartorial decisions for her. She said that I didn’t understand the subtleties of her office dress code. She held some belief that, given my way, she would attend business meetings in a corset and feather boa. She was suspicious that I had a fantasy of her as a burlesque dancer with a briefcase. Her office was not the Kit Kat club, but Kerri’s bawdy gossip about her colleagues intimated that they were more fun than their dull job titles suggested.
She found the bra that matched the panties and before she put it on I jumped out of bed and nuzzled against her breasts. I sucked on her nipples, enjoying the feeling of them getting hard against my tongue. I slipped my hand between her legs but she slapped it away.
“You’re so naughty, Luke. It’s hard enough going back to work when you have the day off.”
“As hard as this?” I said, lying back on the bed and slowly masturbating.
“You know you distract me so easily.” She feigned disgust but then took her phone out of her handbag and filmed me for about thirty seconds.
“Is that to remind you what you’re coming home to?” I said with teasing arrogance.
“No,” she said, “That’s if you’re lazy today, I can use it against you.”
Kerri sauntered around the bedroom in just stockings, panties and heels for more time than was strictly necessary. I continued to recline on the unmade bed, showing her my appreciation. She prepared for work with a sensible shirt and a tailored pencil skirt that covered her knees.
She bustled out the house reeling off a list of post-holiday chores, promising to ‘love me forever’ if I attend to them, but I had a lazy boys own day planned. A pot of coffee and the rest of the cookies for starters, then the newspapers and the crossword. The sports channel with the sound turned off; I would put my feet up on the furniture and listen to old blues records that Kerri can’t bear.
I lay back in bed until past the time my working self would be at my desk. I thought about Kerri and some of the sexy things we had done together during our holiday.
We are both in good shape, not body fascists but we drag ourselves to the gym and try to eat healthy things. I wouldn’t consider myself a naturist, but when we found the right stretch of beach, Kerri and I stripped off. By the right stretch of beach I mean one with a few respectful voyeurs ogling Kerri from a safe distance. I talked her into putting in a little show for them.
“Put on more sun tan lotion honey; make sure you put plenty on your breasts.” I said. Meanwhile my erection dug itself a fox hole in the sand, and letting my bare ass get roasted by the sun.
Kerry said, “You’re such hypocrite, you should be beating your chest and waving your manhood at them to defend my modesty.”
And I said, “You need to stop watching those old swashbuckling movies.”
She replied, “Only if you watch less porn.” I think she was joking.
I was just about to attempt the cryptic clues when my phone received a text message from Kerri.
Something wrong with car. Plz cm 2 office b4 noon.
Her little British soft top sports car was lots of fun, but a little temperamental.
It was pointless asking her to diagnose the problem; I just pulled on some old jeans and a t shirt and gathered a few basic tools.
“Glad you made the effort,” Kerri said, and true enough, we looked a bit lady and tramp when she greeted me after getting me buzzed into the secluded private car park.
I popped the lid on the little rear mounted engine.
“Actually, Luke,” She said, “The car’s running fine.”
She crushed her lips against mine and while we kissed passionately reached for the button on my jeans. With the boot lid raised we were mostly hidden from view. Kerri had pushed my jeans and pants down. She touched me in just the right way to make my cock hard.
She whispered in my ear, “I’ve been horny all morning. I couldn’t wait to get home. I just avoided getting caught up with my work.”
I groped her breasts through her blouse, but her skirt was so neatly tailored I couldn’t get my hand up it.
She led me out from behind the car, her hand clasped around my shaft. I shuffled along in a comical, trousers round ankles walk.
Kerri pushed me down onto the sloping bonnet of her car. The steel was hot on my ass and I let out a yelp.
“I want to see you do what you were doing this morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about you masturbating for me, honey. Do it for me now.”
My cock was throbbing. Her voice was hoarse with lust. She was urgent and insistent and I couldn’t resist her when she was like that.
She grabbed her tight skirt and pulled it up over her hips, exposing her stocking tops and tanned thighs. She slipped a hand in her panties.
“See how wet I am, Luke. Wank for me, I’m touching myself. Go on baby.” she urged.
We had enjoyed some intense holiday sex, but Kerri was taking it to a new level now.
I said, “Suck me.”
She said, “No. I can’t.”
She’d never ever refused to take my cock in her mouth. It took me by surprise.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Kerri said, “I’ll block the view for your audience.”
She flicked get head in the direction of the first floor windows. I saw three women hanging out of a window and they seemed to have raided the stationery cupboard for the twelve inch rulers they were waving in my direction. I was subjected to a barrage of bawdy hen night banter.
“Ooh Kerri’s booked us a stripper.”
“Don’t you know there’s a hose pipe ban.”
“Careful not to splash the paint work, love.”
It was not the sort of language you normally hear from accountants.
Kerri said, “Audrey has forgotten her bifocals; she wants to come down for a closer look.”
Any normal man’s cock would have shrivelled up in that situation, but to my surprise my pole was waving proudly in the breeze. I needed an explanation as to why my wife had engineered a situation where I was exposing my erection in her office car park.
“My granny always said you reap what you sow,” she said.
“Remember our midnight skinny dip last week. That was very sexy, Luke, but then you stole my clothes and I had to walk naked through the hotel lobby.”
“It was just a bit of fun, Kerri. Lighten up.”
“I kept telling you it wasn’t funny but you wouldn’t give me back my clothes.
“And do you recall when we were in the swimming pool and you untied my bikini, and you didn’t believe that I felt really embarrassed. For Christ sake, there were families around that pool. Teenage boys stared at me in a very strange way for all of the rest of the holiday”
“Too late for sorry, Luke. It’s payback time. I showed the girls your little performance for the camera this morning. They wanted to see more. The girls want to see you splash some seeds. Now, get completely naked and show them how you wank!”
Kerri took out her camera phone, “Smile please, are you ready for your close up, baby?”
I frantically tugged at my cock, for Kerri and my new audience. Now I was over the shock of the situation, I was keen to impress them.
Wanting to win the approval of my wife’s peers in such a strange way, I lay back across the bonnet of her car, spread my legs out, and put on what I thought was an expert display of masturbation.
My buttocks clenched and rubbed against the hot smooth metal. As the fluid splashed from the head of my cock, the women on the first floor cackled and howled with appreciation.
“Take a bow big boy.”
“Give yourself a one hand clap.”
Audrey called out, “While you’re down there Kerri, get us some cream for the afternoon tea.”
I said to Kerri, “Are we even now?”
She said, “Not quite. You have some jobs to do at home.”
She gave me a deep kiss and then licked up a splash of semen that had landed on my stomach. She said, “We also have to finish what we started this morning. I’ll be home about six.”
She turned on the killer heels I had chosen for her to wear and went back to work.
I dressed, composed myself, and returned home for a busy afternoon of domestic chores.
This is the second story published here on Every Night Erotica by David O. read An Eye for Detail.
A short story author based in Manchester, England. David O. writes about men, women and the communication (or, more usually, lack of communication) between them. He credits the users of Manchester’s public transport network as the inspiration for many of his stories. If people watching were an Olympic sport, he says he would be on the national team.