Chapter 35
Clay
We dropped her off at her place; it sucked. I had spent most of the time on the dance floor with one of them, my cock attempting to escape the entire time. So, giving her a goodnight kiss that couldn’t lead to more… yeah, it sucked.
Grant is in the same predicament, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Two worked-up and horny husbands are going to combust the second we walk through that door.
“Why?” I ask between taking my clothes off.
“Why, what?” Grant pushes me up against the door, kissing and distracting me.
“Why aren’t we sleeping with Jo, again? Why aren’t we fucking against her door?” Because that’s what I wanted. To throw her against the door and take her. Making a fucking mess of her apartment.
“Remember, we are trying to show her we want her more than just sex.”
“Oh, yeah. You’re going to have to tell me that a few times. My dick doesn’t understand and is often forgetful.”
Grant laughs. “I’ll take good care of him.” He squeezes my cock, drawing precum out, and I groan. My head hits the door with a thud.
Grant kisses me hard, grinding our cocks together, and I’m so lost in the moment. Dizzy with lust for my husband. I always want him, but after Jo sweating all over us tonight, I’m so fucking horny it’s unhealthy, really.
“Grant… I need you,” I pant.
“I know, love. Hang on, it’s going to be quick.” He grabs my hips and spins me around to face the door. In an instant, I feel my hole being exposed and the hard tip of his cock, pressing in.
“Ah!”
“So, fucking good. Look at your hungry hole, pulling me in. Damn.”
He bottoms out but doesn’t stay long. We are both too worked up. She did this to us, and I can’t wait until she’s here again.
The door creaks as he pushes me into it over and over, my hand finds my cock, and I stroke in time, hoping I can go over the edge with him.
“Clay!” Grant shouts as he comes, filling my hole.
“Fuck… yes! Grant, I’m coming!” My cum is hot and sticky, hitting the door, my hand, and the floor. Making the best mess possible.
My legs can’t hold us anymore, and we slide to the floor. We curl into each other in bliss and enjoy the feeling. A shower and a warm bed sound heavenly right now, but my legs haven’t recovered yet.
I’ll be feeling this tomorrow. My body is still healing, but getting better each day.
“Mmm.” Grant leans in to snuggle.
“We can’t stay here all night.” In a weak protest, because our bedroom feels very far away.
“Can’t move.” Grant grunts.
“Now, what?” Wishful thinking that we can skip to the last base… again.
“Well, we just had our first official date.”
“When’s the next one? Tomorrow?” I ask playfully, knowing that it isn’t happening. Grant has a lot to go over with the insurance company and to get his store put back together.
“No, but I have an idea. We need to spoil her, too. When’s the last time anyone’s done something nice for her?”
“Good point. Probably never. When she was with Andy, they were probably broke if they were planning a wedding.”
“I’ll take care of a gift, but you need to think of the next date. As much as I need this time, I think she does too. I didn’t say it was going to be easy. We are just going to have to fuck a hell of a lot more.”
“You’re right. It’s just hard, especially because we’ve tasted her.”
“Not enough. Time will fly by. I don’t know how much we need, but we’ll know when it’s right again. If we want something lasting, we need this.”
“I get it. So, next date. What about the comedy club?” I love her laugh, and what better place to hear it more?
“That sounds perfect. We haven’t been for a while, and I can almost guess that she’s never been. I want to keep giving her new experiences.”
“You’re really loving this, aren’t you?” I love seeing his face light up when he talks about her.
“Yes, I am. I had the best time tonight with both of you. She’s fun, sweet, and full of life when she’s not worried or scared. I hate everything she’s been through, but that doesn’t define her. And I’m happy she’s working with a therapist.”
“Me too. I knew she needed that before the letters and Shelly. Before knowing Andy had cheated on her.”
“For now, I’m going to carry you into our bathroom. While the shower heats up, I’m going to fill your hole up again. Then I’ll clean you up and take you to bed. Tomorrow, we need to talk about new furniture.”
“I like your plans.” And with that, my husband continues to give me everything I need.