Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Definitely. This was very relaxing.”
“If you say so.” I grinned at him, feeling like the young girl I was when we first got together and not the forty-year-old mother of four that I was.
“I love spending time with you.” He brushed the back of his fingers along my cheek, and I almost cried. I love these moments when he’s being so tender and loving. How had we let this slip away from us for so long? How much time had we missed?
“What’s the matter, love? There was a hint of sadness in your eyes just then.” He kissed my forehead before I rested my head on his chest.
“Nothing, I just love you, that’s all.” I didn’t resist when he pulled me up his body or when he slid the crotch of my bikini to the side so he could finger me.
It was me who released his hard cock from his swim trunks, and both of us worked to get his cock in me. Thank heaven it was early morning, and the other occupants of the little beach enclave were still in bed because even though the houses were separated by a good distance, there was no mistaking the up-and-down movement as I rode his cock, or my plaintive cries when I came.
And when he threw me onto my back and tore my panties to shreds so he could drive into me harder, deeper, anyone watching would’ve had to be blind not to know what we were doing there in the open.
By the time we drove back Sunday evening, I had a belly full of cum and a smile on my face. I felt like a wild, uninhibited teenager as we drove with the top down, my hand held in his almost the whole way back. It grew dark when we were about half an hour away from the house, and when he told me to scoot over closer to him in the little Mercedes Roadster, I had no idea what he was up to.
He fingered me all the way home. Bringing me close time and again before easing back, which left me in a state of perpetual horniness. Once we pulled into the garage and closed the door behind us, he came around to the passenger side, opened the door, and dragged me to the edge of my seat with my legs hanging out the door.
I yelped in surprise when he buried his head beneath my dress, which he had thrown up to my middle. He fucked me right there when he was done eating me out, and our cries and moans echoed around the room.
“Let’s leave this stuff for the staff to bring in tomorrow.” He lifted me from the car and carried me inside and up the stairs to fall into bed with me under him. We were just as hungry for each other as we had been the last two and a half days, and it was glorious.
I had to wait until he left for the office the next morning to check the phone. I’d kept my eye on him all weekend and knew that there was never a chance for him to contact her, except maybe for the times he used the bathroom. But even then, I made sure there was no phone in his hand and none hidden in the room once he came out empty-handed.
I was still laid up in bed coming down from our morning romp when I started reading the messages between them from the weekend.
Jessica: Something stinks.
Mark?: What do you mean?
Jessica: In the apartment, where are you?
Mark?: Where do you think I am? I told you, something came up.
Jessica: I’m sick of your excuses. Why are you always letting me down for her?
Mark?: I told you things would change soon. We’re coming into the home stretch.
Jessica: But I can’t do it anymore; I feel like I’ll go out of my mind if I don’t see you soon. And now this place smells awful.
Mark?: Just hang in there a little while longer. Why don’t you work on that presentation you have to do on Tuesday?
That was the only communication I found for the time we’d been gone. I was still at a loss as to how he was doing it. I knew he didn’t own a smartwatch or anything else that could be used to do something like this, so how and when had he done it?
The time stamp on the screen didn’t make sense because, at that time, we were in the water. I was beginning to think that I was losing my mind. What the hell had I seen that day? I was sure of what I’d witnessed, but since then, nothing else seemed to make sense.
I switched things up a little because there was nothing on Mark’s end for me to work with. The phone he was using to stay in contact with her had yet to be found, and since he wasn’t answering my calls from her number, there was no way for me to hear his voice.