Wouldn’t miss it. I’ll be there around noon, as planned.
Ugh. Why does this feel so much more like cheating than our nights at the club?
Because it does, and because the guilt feels like it might eat me alive, I toss my phone on the bed and rise to my feet. Bash’s gaze slides toward me, a hint of a smile on his lips as I wedge myself between him and the vanity.
“What are you up to, wife?”
“Nothing.”
Giving him a little nudge, I drop to my knees in front of him and tug at the towel, exposing his beautiful cock to my gaze. “Beautiful” is not an adjective I would use to describe many cocks, but it fits my husband well. Thick and long, with the foreskin still intact, just the sight of it is enough to have saliva pooling in my mouth.
“That doesn’t look like nothing,” he says with a chuckle, his hand coming to rest on the top of my head, gently petting my hair.
Does he show his Monday night paramours this kind of affection?
Jealousy twists in my gut as I imagine him smiling lovingly down at some other woman while she worships this perfect cock. But what right do I have to feel jealous when I’m literally about to leave for a date with my own dirty little secret?
No. Not a date. Just an outing with a friend.
That technicality does nothing to ease the guilt.
Shoving both the guilt and the jealousy to the side, I wrap my hand around his cock and tug as I grin up at him. “Are you complaining?”
“Not in the least.”
“Good.”
Bending my head, I run my tongue over the thick head of his cock, drawing a low groan from my husband. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good. You feel so good.”
Normally I’m the one showering someone with praise, but I have to admit I don’t hate being told how good I am at sucking cock. It is, after all, a skill I’ve perfected over decades of devoted work.
Opening my mouth wider, I take him in, all but swallowing him to the root. My throat contracts around his head, and his hand fists in my hair.
“Jesus, Val. Fuck. Just like that.”
Spurred on by his low, needy moans, I bob my head, using every trick I know to give him pleasure. The thick veins of his cock rub against my tongue as I tease those sensitive spots I know drive him crazy.
In no time at all, he swells in my mouth, the salty taste of him pouring down my throat. I swallow all of him, sucking him dry until he hisses in pain. Letting him go with apop, I grin up at him.
“That was incredible, baby. Thank you.”
Pushing to my feet, I loop my arms around his neck and kiss him. “I love you,” I murmur against his lips, my throat tight with emotion.
I really do love him. I do. I just need… more.
“I love you too. But I need to get going.”
Right. He has his own agenda for the day. Golf with the other partners at his law firm. It seems frivolous, but I know as well as anyone how important these outings can be. These are the times when alliances are forged and fortified, and missing out on them can be disastrous, even after you’ve reached the top. Perhaps even more so then.
Which means my husband will be out ensuring our future is secure, while I’m out pretending my trip to the zoo isn’t a date.
God, I really am an asshole.
Forcing a smile, I give the slightly shaggy strands of his hair a tug. “You need a haircut.”
Chuckling, he leans in to nip at my bottom lip. “So bossy.”
More than you know. “Only for your own good,” I say instead.
