Josh

“Can’t wait to tear that dress off of you!”

“Ugh, it’s just not the same,” Kim groaned.

We had been on a dinner date, and all night Kim looked so good in her green dress. A so-called wrap floor-length satin dress with a side slit, showing some of her left leg. The slit rode all the way to just over her mid-thigh, teasing the rest of the way. Oh, those long slender legs. The dress also showed the top of her ample cleavage. Marvelous. Absolutely marvelous. And those heels made her ankles look so delicate, I just needed to wrap my lips around those subtle toes.

Kim was always hesitant to be dressed up like this, or hell to spend money on something so splendid, but one of those things I had to get her when I finally had some cash, was a wardrobe of different attire. Even if she preferred casual wear, at least now she had some classy dresses and other things too. Maybe I was being selfish, but I also loved seeing her so elegantly dressed.

“What you mean?” I asked, looking over at her. We were driving the highway, having made the trip all the way up to Indianapolis. But we drove the Lambo, so heh. It didn’t go slow.

“I know our room is isolated and all that… I just feel watched… and that echo in the hallway? I keep thinking he might hear us. And you know how I can get.”

“Come on, girl. It’s all good. Though, I don’t think Toby would mind.”

“What you mean?”

“Well, you’re right. You’re being watched. You got a fan. Out when we were swimming? I caught him sneaking a peak.”

“Really? And what did you do about it? Fuck him up?”

“No… I just sorta stared too. You’re fucking sexy, Kim.”

Kim just rolled her eyes at me. As she tended to do.

“Oh shit,” I muttered. I was being pulled over. I had no idea how much, but I had for sure been speeding. No drinking, though. I was irresponsible, not reckless.

Later in bed, as I was shoving into Kim, we somehow trailed back to our conversation from before.

“Please, not so hard?”

“What, you afraid your biggest fan will hear you?”

“God… Don’t talk like that… what are you even talking about?”

I pushed into her several times, cupping her tan breasts in my hands, leaning down, and kissing her neck. I decided not to push it. Kim always found it a bit awkward to talk during, and especially dirty talk. Until now. Suddenly, she spoke up.

“You’re– ugh, not the only one who caught him stealing a peak… The other day… ugh, fuck, not so hard damn it!”

“I think… ugh god. He has been spying at me in my office. I swear I heard footsteps heading down one time,” Kim admitted. The thought of that little kid stroking it to my wife made me swell inside her.

“You think he’s thinking of you?” I asked

“God… that is so wrong…”

“I mean it makes sense. You’re often in your boxers up there… and you’re one fine piece of ass. Any man would. Don’t you think it’s kinda hot? Someone pleasuring themselves to the thought of you?”

“Yeah? You think women think about you when they fuck their men? Wandering around with your chiseled jaw, abs, and big pecs like a buffet?” Kim shot back, looking me in the eyes. But then she burst out laughing when she saw my face.

“Point taken. I’ll stop.”

“Stop half of what you’re doing. But not what you’re best at.”

“Oh so I’m just some easy lay for you?”

“Absolutely, darling. Now pump your momma good and hard. You know how I like it,” Kim teased, laughing at her own naughtiness, but a sexy kind of laugh. Like she couldn’t believe her own words. Hell, I couldn’t!

With just a few thrusts left, I finally roared and came all over Kim’s taut belly.