Page 4 of The Marriage Rebound

“Don’t stop on my account. Open up that sweet cunt for me.”

The thickening of her voice increased my throbbing need. She always had that effect on me, which amped up my desire to please her however I could. Doing as she asked, I made a V with my fingers, spreading lips so I could play with myself. My fingers easily slipped along the soft, warm flesh. I briefly closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations. Up, down, a circle of my clit. I repeated the action a few times, watching her watch me. I knew how to bring my body to climax, and how to draw it out. And locking eyes with my wife, I wanted to draw it out.

This act of exhibitionism was for her. She enjoyed being a voyeur as much as I enjoyed being watched. But the power and fulfillment from the change in her breathing and the way her mouth hung slightly open as I stroked myself for her viewing pleasure, that was all for me.

I licked my lips. “Why am I the only one undressed?”

Courtney said nothing, but tossed the toy and lube onto the bed beside me then slowly began to remove her clothes while still watching.

I picked up the lavender vibrator, rubbing it through my arousal before adding a bit of lube. My wife crawled up next to me, trailing her fingertips up my leg, leaving a line of goose bumps in her wake. She again palmed one of my tits, pinching my nipple as she leaned in for a kiss. I gripped the back of her head, moaning into her mouth as my head swam. With her other hand, she reached between my legs, wrapping her fingers around mine and turned on the toy.

Courtney continued kissing me through the initial shock as the smaller arm massaged my already sensitive clit. My body was already primed, and I broke from the kiss, pulling in quick gasps of air as she held the toy against me, giving no relief from the quickly building pressure.

Courtney shifted us to widened my legs so she could easily slip the longer part of the vibrator inside me.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned.

Courtney nipped at my neck and continued to fondle my nipple. The delicious pain each time she pinched it only made me wetter. “Come on, baby, show me how you do,” she said gruffly, relinquishing control of the toy to me then pressing a kiss to my shoulder, working her way down until she sucked my nipple into her mouth.

I tilted my hips, moving the vibrator in and out of me, overcome by the overload of sensations. Courtney’s warm mouth. The low vibrations that continued to stimulate my clit combined with the thrusting function hitting in just the right place inside my cunt. It all felt so fucking good.

My eyes rolled back in my head when Courtney lightly closed her teeth on my nipple, increasing the euphoric pain that quickly melted into pleasure. “Gotdamn! Fuck, baby, yes.” I knew my body well, and my wife was just as familiar, always knowing exactly how to make me lose my damn mind.

She repeated the action and a shiver went through me. I sank my teeth into my lip, fighting to hang on.

Courtney slid a hand back up around my neck. No squeezing, she just held me there then spoke with her lips close to my ear. “The fuck you think you doin’? Don’t be holdin’ back on me.”

She shifted, draping her leg over mine so I was forced to spread wider. Her gruff words mixed with the feeling of her wetness against my thigh had me moaning. I moved the toy in and out of me faster, rocking my hips. Each time I moved Courtney let out a small moan of her own.

“That’s it, baby, fuck that pussy good for me.”

Her final command was my undoing. My impending nut was as much for me as it was for my wife. I dropped my head back to the pillows and arched my back, giving myself over. Courtney turned my face, swallowing my cry in a heated kiss as my release hit. Our mouths remained connected, tongues swirling as our sweat slicked bodies twitched and writhed together as we wrung out every last drop of hedonistic gratification.

After a shower, which included another round, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand then snuggled deeper under the covers to get comfortable.

“What are you doing?” Courtney asked, her voice heavy with the sleep overtaking her.

“Searching for flights.”

“Where you goin’?”

I simply cut my eyes over at her but said nothing. Courtney shifted on her pillow so she could get a look at my phone.

“Phoenix? You know you don’t go to away games.”

“Yeah, yeah. But this is different circumstances,” I replied while continuing to scroll the airline site looking for a flight that didn’t have crap times.

She scrubbed her hands down her face. “No, Sash, just like you didn’t come to the playoff games. Not different.”

I scrambled up to sitting and turned on my bedside lamp, flooding the room with soft light. “You’re fuckin’ jokin’, right? It’s the goddamn championship game. You’ve been so hype about how postseason has gone and now you don’t even want me there.” Courtney’s penny-pinching ways irked me, but I tried not to put up too much of a fuss . . . mostly. But to hear her tell it, we were always one step away from destitute.

Courtney also moved to sitting. “You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”

“I’m not. This is a big fuckin’ deal and you’re still too busy being a fuckin’ tightwad. Other players take their spouses, Courtney, yet you have me the odd woman out. Do you know how that makes me look?”

She groaned and massaged her temples. “Are we doing this, like are we seriously doing this right now, a-fuckin’-gain? You can’t even let me have one night without startin’ your bullshit?”

I crossed my arms over my exposed breasts as we locked into a brief stare down. “My bullshit? You mean the bullshit of wantin’ to be with my wife, and support her. That’s bullshit? But it doesn’t surprise me, because you don’t fuckin’ care about what I want or how I feel bein’ left behind all the damn time while you’re off gallivantin’ around the country and beyond.”