Page 105 of Praising the Pitcher

Me: That’s what I thought. Trust me, you’re going to love every second of it, you filthy girl.

My wife: Hmmm … perhaps.

She’s just getting here, and I watch from the corner of my eye as she walks closer, until finally, I glance over to find her eyes on mine. She offers me a smirk, as if she’s looking forward to what’s about to happen—because obviously, from the gift I left her with her dress for tonight, she knew right away it would be fun. Hell, I bet she’s just hoping I’ll turn these on right now.

Her dress is fucking gorgeous. Short, black, and fitted. Totally the opposite of what she’d probably wear back home, but on vacation, she chooses shit that drives me wild.

What am I saying? Her softball uniform drives me fucking wild. Her pajamas make my head dizzy. And her workout outfits make my dick hard.

Everything about her makes me lose my mind.

Her eyes tear from mine as she gets to the end of the bar and takes a seat, and just like I told the bartender on my end to do, he takes her a Dirty Shirley. I had to clarify to use Sprite and not ginger ale and to throw in some extra cherries too.

For a girl who hadn’t even heard of a Slush Puppie when we met, she’s certainly dipped her toes in the world of sugary drinks and junk food now that she’s away from her dad.

In moderation, of course.

When he slides her the drink, she takes it gratefully and holds it up as she turns her attention back to me, lifting it. There are a few people spread out between us, but I do the same with my drink before I take my phone out.

Me: Ready to be my good girl and have some fun, Smoke?

My wife: Who says I want to be good tonight?

At her last message, she lifts a cherry from the drink and brings it between her lips. My cock stirs, knowing she’s going to kill me because there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my ass all the way down here for long. With her eyes on me, she keeps the sugary fruit between her plump lips, sucking gently, before finally, she tugs the stem off and eats it.

Fuck, I bet her lips taste so good right now.

As discreetly as I can, I reach into my pocket and take out the small remote. Her eyes find it instantly, and even across the room, I can see her throat as she gulps in anticipation. We spent a lot of time apart the past year while she’s been playing for the AUSL and I finished school. This week, we’ve had a lot of making up to do when it comes to time together.

Despite what I said, we don’t even have a dinner reservation, but what she doesn’t know is I rented a room in the swanky hotel this restaurant is in. I don’t know if we’ll stay here all night, seeing as we have a beautiful house on the beach. I just know my girl enough to understand I couldn’t tease her and not give her what she wants and deserves. And I know myself enough to realize that once I toy with her, I don’t have the willpower to hold back for too long. At least with a room, we can go upstairs at any time. And when I get done feasting on her … we can just order room service.

I press the On button once, turning it on low, and right away, her back arches against the bar stool, though she tries her best to keep her reaction minimal. To anyone else, she probably looks like there’s nothing going on. But to me, her husband, it’s clear as fuck she’s fighting back her moans. And the way she’s suddenly slamming her legs together? She’s trying to build a little more friction, no fucking doubt.

She’s my wife; it’s my job to know all her tells.

Me: I bet your pretty cunt likes that, doesn’t it?

With shaky hands, she lifts her phone again and begins to type, but the second I see her fingers touch the screen, I put her vibrating panties on the next level, and she damn near leaps from her stool before settling in. It takes her a little time, but finally, her text bubbles appear again.

My wife: Your dick must be so hard right now, thinking about your wife sitting across the room with these magical panties on.

My wife: You should feel how wet I’m getting …

I set my phone down and shoot her a look, knowing it’s her toying with me now. She knows if she keeps talking this way, I’ll be over there within a few minutes, tugging her away from here and sliding my dick deep inside her.

Sometimes I can’t believe the same girl who was shy to tell me in her own words what she wanted is the one who had a fucking blowjob sex toy simulator sent to me or the one who sent me filthy videos of her playing with herself. The same one who is on the other side of the room, squeezing her thighs together to get every bit of friction from the vibrator she can muster.

This wild side has always been inside her; she just needed to feel comfortable enough with someone to let it out. And I’m thankful as hell I get to be that lucky motherfucker.

I glance around, and sure as shit, I spot a dude a few years older than us heading her way. His eyes are locked on the back of her head, and he struts like he’s God’s gift to earth. Old me would have been jealous and marched over there right away, but I know how much she loves me. Besides, as sure as he looks of himself, it might be fun to watch him get turned down.

Me: You’re about to have company. Hang on tight, baby. It’s about to get a little rougher.

Her eyes grow wide when I click the remote, making it vibrate on a different, more intense rhythm. Her hand smacks against the countertop, and she wiggles around in her seat. It’s not enough to get her off, but enough to make her soaking wet—just the way I like her pussy to greet me.

Right as the guy appears, her back stiffens, and I hate that he’s showing up, ruining her good time. She was starting to relax, melting into the vibrations against her sweet, perfect pussy.

Fuck, I’m suddenly jealous of a pair of panties.