“I’m so sorry, Lis. Let me make it up to you,” I murmur, my hand at her waist stroking up to cup her breast. The perfect bud of her nipple is already firm beneath her dress and bra, I roll it between my thumb and finger, tugging firmly how Iknow she likes. I want to hold her in my hand, skin on skin but it’s too risky to get naked. Instead, I lift the hem of her dress and squeeze the meatiest part of her butt, my fingers delving inside her cotton underwear to get a handful.
Our mouths move against each other in quiet desperation as I knead and paw at her behind. I’m torn between staying exactly where we are, enjoying this closeness that’s been missing for far too long, throwing caution to the wind and taking her hard and fast right here among the fusilli and self-raising flour.
When she strokes her hand down my chest, over my abdomen, and down to cup my hard cock through my jeans, my decision is made. We may not be able to fuck in this tiny cupboard, but I’m gonna make my girl come. Her dress gathers at her waist where I push it up and wedge myself between her thighs, hoisting her up by the backs of her legs until only her tiptoes meet the ground. I press myself firmly against her cotton clad pussy and grind my hips to give her a rub of friction against her needy centre.
She gasps and groans loudly, so I slap a palm over her mouth. The way her eyes widen with heat has my dick jumping against her. My wife may be the textbook image of wholesome family values, president of the PTA, and bringer of homemade baked goods to every gathering or meeting she attends, but she also likes it rough. She likes it when I restrain her, hold her screams in her mouth with my hand, and give her my cock without mercy.Lisa is the perfect fucking woman.
I kiss her neck, her jaw, and that sensitive spot just below her ear before flicking her earlobe with my tongue. She responds by rotating her hips, rubbing herself against my hard length and getting herself off. “That’s it, Angel,” I rasp in her ear. “Fuck yourself on me, use me.”
She groans against my palm.
“Are you wet, Lis?”
Another hum with a small nod behind my hand.
“I want your juices on me,wife. I want to see a nice big wet patch from you coming all over my fucking leg.”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and I lower my face to suck on the tender flesh of her neck. The thought is fleeting, but it does briefly cross my mind how my life has come down to dry humping my wife in a kitchen cupboard with our family just a few rooms away. There’s enough friction with her moving up and down on me, even between the layers of denim and cotton, that I’m feeling the build of tension pulling tight at my groin and my balls are thumping, just about ready to burst in my jeans like a goddamn teenager.
“Tell me you’re close, baby. Fuck. Tell me you’re close.”
The desperate little whimpers she makes tells me what I want to hear, and I take my hand away from her mouth only to cover it again with mine. Kissing her voraciously with tongues tangling and teeth clashing as we both chase our release. The shelves behind both of us are knocking, glass jars clinking together, and a pile of Tupperware crashes to the floor, but we are so close, neither of us find it in us to care. Until the door swooshes open.
“Oh, Jesus!” Jake only gets a glimpse before he turns to give us his back.
Motherfucker.
“I can’t find them,” Lucas’s voice calls from around the corner and Lisa and I pull out of our daze to straighten up, peel apart, and tug our clothes back into place.
“Uh, you know what bud, I think I saw them head upstairs,” Jake says around the door, directing our son to go in search of us far away from where we are. Lisa’s cheeks are deliciously flushed in a way that would make me proud if I wasn’t feeling ten kinds of awkward. That was probably an error in judgement. In the cold hard light of the kitchen, I can see that I may have been thinking with my dick, not the most sensible thing when surrounded by in-laws and family. When Jake turns back to face us, he gives us a head shake of disapproval that I’m sure is mostly reserved for his students.
“Oh, shut up,” Lisa snaps at him. “Like you weren’t banging your best friend’s sister last Christmas.” Her attitude makes me laugh until the reality of her words makes me grimace.
Jake cocks an unimpressed eyebrow. “In our own private hotel room, Lisa. Your children are looking for you.” He tries for admonishment, but he can’t stop the amused smirk pulling at his lips, no matter how hard he tries to bite it down.
I flick his ear as we both push past him to go back to the kitchen and he chuckles, closing the door behind us. “Arsehole.”
“Prick,” he counters, grinning madly.
Lisa is by the stove, stroking her hair back into place before pulling the dishes of waffles out of the oven and taking them to the table, primly pretending that we weren’t just caught canoodling.Apparently, I say canoodling now.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Charles booms, coming into the kitchen, a big smile under his grey moustache for his daughter…who I was just canoodling.
“Morning, Daddy,” Lisa says sweetly, that red on her cheeks blooming bright.
“You okay? You seem a little flushed,” Charles says, taking Lisa’s shoulders in his hands and looking down on her with concern.
Jake smothers a laugh with his hand and tries to pass it off as a cough, so I shoulder check him as I pass to get the other dish from the oven. That only makes him snort louder. The unmistakable sound of socked feet pounding down the stairs and down the hallway alerts us to Lucas and Oscar before they barge in.
“They weren’t—oh.” Lucas stops dead as he sees Lisa and me. “Where were you?”
“Sorry bud,” Jake says. “They were in the garage, my bad.”
Jake can be a dick, but he’s got my back. Of course, it used to be that he had my back on the rugby pitch or helping metalk to beautiful angels at house parties, now he needs to help me lie to my children.We’ve grown together.
“What’s up guys?” I say to Lucas and Oscar as they stare up at me with wide expectant eyes, the ones they give before launching into an excited ramble of requests.
“Auntie Nel and Uncle Jake have all their presents in the car, can we help them put them under the tree?” Lucas asks, bouncing from one foot to the other.
