Exposure

‘Pretty good. I usually have pre-going-to-school jitters. Junior year is going to be intense. But, hey, you only do college once, right?’

‘Right.’

‘I usually find something to do before bed to blow off some steam.’

Like masturbate for the neighbours …

She bit her lip to swallow a crazy burst of laughter. He almost grinned at her, just his upper lip curling a touch to show he could pretty much read her mind.

‘You have a good day, missus.’ The way he said it made her want to climb the fence and cling to him. Kiss him and touch him and let that stubble she could see on his jawline rub against her own skin and burn her.

‘You too.’

And then he was gone.

She waited for her heartbeat to stabilise and her vision, which had gone blurry with the adrenaline rush, to clear. Then she dropped her trowel and hurried inside. She paused to wash her hands because Stuart was that kind of person and took the steps two at a time.

‘Hey, there you are, I was just finishing up these numbers and then I thought we could –’

‘Fuck me,’ she blurted, taking her shorts off right there in the dining room that her husband had set up as his work-from-home office.

‘What?’

‘Did I stutter?’

‘N-no,’ he stuttered. Which almost made her laugh but she was too far gone.

‘Get it up. I mean off. Get them off and then get it up,’ she barked.

Gina tossed her cut-offs and her hot-pink panties. They landed by the china cabinet. Stuart was busily working his zipper and getting his pants off. He looked turned on and yet terribly scared, too.

She laughed. ‘Don’t worry I won’t hurt you. Unless …’

Gina dropped to his lap and put her hand over his. She moved their hands in unison up and down the rigid length of his cock. Stuart, confused but on board, sighed into her mouth as she kissed him.

‘Unless what?’ he asked as she put the tip of him to her soaked cunt and started to lower herself.

‘Unless you ask me to, Stu.’

He blinked at her and Gina took that moment to slide herself down on him and start to move. She grasped his shoulders hard and rocked against him.

‘Gina, what has gotten into you?’

His lips were on her neck, her collarbone, his fingers pinching her nipples just the way she liked.

‘You have gotten into me.’ She chuckled. ‘You and your big hard cock.’

‘Dick.’

‘I prefer cock,’ she said and squeezed him with her inner muscles.

‘You always have.’ He grinned at her and she rolled her hips from side to side, erasing that smile from his face. It was replaced with a look of astonished desire.

‘Fuck me,’ she hissed.

And he started to. As she pushed herself down, holding the chair now to manage her exertion, he thrust up, driving himself deep into her. Gina leaned back, the top of the chair in a death grip. Her hips had taken on a rhythm of their own and Stu had lost his manners altogether. He drove up under her and, when she leaned back just a touch more, his mouth found her breath and he bit her. Just enough. Just enough to drive Gina out of her fucking mind.

And she came.

‘Christ,’ her husband sighed. Now his hands were on her hips, anchoring her and keeping her just where he needed her to be. After driving himself in balls deep and making a noise she’d never heard from him, he came too.

The spasms deep inside of her subsided but pleasant little blips of euphoria were still firing off randomly.

Stuart looked stunned and finally she touched his nose to draw his attention. ‘So what were you saying?’

‘Um …’ He shook his head, still looking a bit confused.

‘You were just finishing up these numbers and then you thought we could …?’

‘Oh! Take a break together.’

She touched his face. She loved him. The thing with young Southern Rick was just an infatuation. This was the real deal. ‘Did that count?’ She grinned.

‘I think it did!’

‘Hungry?’

As if on cue, his stomach rumbled. ‘Starved.’

‘Let’s eat.’

They walked to the pizza place, hand in hand. The sun beat down but when the wind blew you could feel the faintest kiss of autumn in the air.

‘So why are you all … worked up lately?’ He whispered the last part which amused her.

‘I saw something that turned me on. That’s all.’

‘I wouldn’t mind if you saw it again then.’ He playfully jabbed her with his elbow.

‘Me either,’ Gina confessed.

* * *

It was like a weird kind of ritual or something. At least that’s what it felt like in her belly. Stuart was asleep and she crept through their house clutching her wine. Trying to keep from gulping it, really. In the guest room, she held her breath when she turned the door knob. He wouldn’t be there. It was a fluke. When did he leave for school? Probably any day now. He might already be gone …

It all coursed through her head as she entered.

Halfway across the room she saw the illuminated square of his bedroom window. And, when she stepped up close to her windows, she saw him moving around.