After the Guests Leave

Sarah’s back arched hard as James drove up into her again, his thick length stretching her open with every powerful thrust. The king-sized bed in their downstairs master bedroom creaked under the ****, the headboard knocking a steady rhythm against the wall while the twins slept peacefully upstairs. Sarah rode him, like she owned the night, with her palms planted on his broad chest and her hips rolling and snapping down to meet him. Sarah's toned body glistened in the low glow of the bedside lamp, her golden curls sticking to her neck. Every time she sank onto him a wet slap echoed through the room.

“Fuck, yes! Harder,” she gasped. James’s big hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her firm hips, guiding her faster. His dark eyes were locked on hers, gleaming with the same familiar hunger even after a decade. He thrust up harder, the thick head of his cock dragging along the spot inside her that made her thighs shake. Sarah’s head fell back and a sharp cry erupted from her throat.

“That’s it, baby,” James growled. “Take every fucking inch.” He sat up suddenly, wrapped one arm around her back and slid the other down to grip her ass and spread her wider. The new angle let him grind deeper, and Sarah moaned loud enough that she had to bite his shoulder to muffle it. Their skin slapped together, the scent of sex thick in the air... magnolia lotion and clean sweat and the faint leftover garlic from the lasagna they’d fed the neighbors.

Sarah clenched around him deliberately making James curse under his breath. He flipped them in one smooth motion, never pulling out and pinned her beneath his much larger frame. Now in control he snapped his hips forward in deep strokes that made her breasts bounce and her nails rake down his back. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.

“Gonna come,” she panted, voice breaking. “Don’t you dare slow down.”

James grinned against her neck. “Not a chance.” His hand reached down between their bodies until his fingers found her clit. He rubbed it in tight, fast circles exactly the way Sarah liked, and her whole body tightened. Her back bowed off the mattress as the orgasm crashed through her like a wave. She cried out his name and clamped her thighs around him, her pussy pulsing hard around his cock. James followed right behind her. A deep groan tore from his chest as he spilled inside her, grinding his hips through every pulse until they were both trembling and spent.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs. For a long time the only sound was their ragged breathing and the soft hum of the ceiling fan. Sarah’s hand drifted lazily across James’s chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle still glistening with sweat. A satisfied smile curved her lips. “Goddamn! That never gets old.”

James chuckled and curled one arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. “You started it, pinning me down like that the second the door locked.” He pressed a kiss to her damp temple, tasting salt. “I think the new neighbors inspired you.”

Sarah’s smile widened. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him with bright blue eyes. “You noticed it too, huh? Little Joanne. Sweet Jesus, the way she blushed when I fed her that tiramisu… the way she melted right into my chest on the couch. She’s so fucking adorable it hurts. Nineteen, fresh-faced, and the way she sat there between my legs like she was made for it.” Sarah’s fingers trailed lower, brushing over James’s stomach. “I want her, James. I want to see how pink she gets when I really touch her. How she sounds when someone older shows her what she’s been missing.”

James’s hand slid down to rest on the curve of her ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. “And Elena,” his voice dropped an octave. “That woman knows exactly who she is. The way she looked at me when I poured her wine, the way she didn’t pull away at the door… she’s got fire. I want to watch it catch.”

Sarah laughed softly. She leaned down and kissed him deep, tasting the faint trace of red wine they’d shared earlier. When she pulled back, her expression had turned thoughtful yet excited. “You know what this means, right?”

James grinned up. There was a new sparkle in his dark eyes. “Game on?”

“Game on,” she confirmed. “No secrets, no jealousy bullshit. Just fun. First one to get their target wins bragging rights. Same as always.”

James’s hand stroked up her spine. “You’re taking the babysitter. I’m taking the wife. No interference.”

“Exactly. Last time you got the babysitter, and I had the boyfriend. It's my turn this time.” Sarah’s voice turned honey-sweet, the same tone she’d used on Joanne all evening. “I’m going to be so gentle with that sweet little thing. Make her feel safe, make her want it. God… I’m already wet again just thinking about her.”

James gave a low rumble of laughter and rolled them so he was on top again, pressing her into the mattress with his weight. “And I’m going to enjoy making Elena ask for it. It's good that the husband is away. I could tell she's the kind of woman who likes to be chased a little. I’ll take my time.”

"I've seen how the husband looked in their wedding photo. Trust me, even if he were here, he would be no match for you."

Sarah gave another kiss to James, before her expression turned curious. "You know, the whole evening, I felt like there was something happening between them. Something more than care... almost like jealousy. I wonder if Elena has the hots for her pretty little sister-in-law too. I might have competition."

"Hmm..." James murmured. "I guess we will find out soon enough."

They lay there a moment longer as their bodies cooled. Sarah reached for her phone on the nightstand. She typed quickly, hit send, and set the phone back down with a satisfied little hum.

“Texted Elena,” she said. “Confirmed Joanne for tomorrow at two.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Let the games begin.”

Down the street, the porch light of the smaller house glowed soft gold through the curtains. Elena and Jordan were asleep on their own couch, still tangled, naked and sticky from their earlier reunion.

Elena’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. She reached for it lazily, read the message, and a slow smile curved her lips. She put the phone down and went back to sleep.