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  Dane pulled his fingers from her pussy and patted it with a tired sigh. “I’m spent, sugar. One round only tonight.”

  Leaning forward, she sprawled across his chest with her head tucked under his chin. He rested his hot, wet hands on her ass cheeks and sighed again, a contented sigh.

  She tilted her head up and kissed his chin. “Thank you, Big D.”

  “Back at you.”

  “I’ll be a good girl the rest of the week. I don’t want you going to work exhausted.”

  “Just the rest of the week?”

  She smacked his chest, which made him laugh while he kneaded her ass.

  He said, “I’m fine, sugar. Feel free to use me any way you like, every way you like. If I need some rest, I’ll let you know.”

  She sat up and stared into his eyes. “Promise.”

  “You know I love you and sex with you.”

  “Not that. Promise you’ll let me know if you’re tired. We’re in this together, Big D. You don’t have to do everything. I can get a job too, you know.”

  He snorted. “The last job you got had your dad calling to curse me out. No thank you.”

  “How was I supposed to know he frequented that website?” Naomie had done some modeling for an adult toy store’s catalog last year. The pay hadn’t been spectacular but it had helped remove her clothing costs from the family budget for a month and put one payment on her car.

  The pictures had been of clothing, the type Naomie wore on a daily basis. But no man wants to see his baby girl’s barely covered tits and ass all over an online site. Her dad had not been happy. She hadn’t been happy either. She didn’t want to think of her parents shopping at the same online stores where she shopped. That led to imagining what they bought based on the stuff she bought and suddenly she was left with the idea that her parents were still having sex.

  Blech!

  Not possible. She didn’t care what proof people offered or what her parents said. They did not have sex any longer. Period.

  Dane said, “No more catalogs.”

  “What if it’s not for an online site?”

  “What if I call up your dad and he can yell at you this time?”

  “Or I could stay home like a good sugar and be a proper little housewife.”

  “Yeah, that sounds good. Stick with that. Though we have to examine your use of the word proper. Most housewives don’t strut around the house in nothing but a G-string or exercise naked in front of large windows for the wanking pleasure of the neighbors.”

  “Fine. I’ll stop.”

  He gave a derisive snort. “Damn all that noise. I’m not missing out because someone defined proper wrong.”

  She kissed him. “Promise. Not just for this week. All time. Promise.”

  “I promise, Naomie. You are my rock. If I need to lean on you, I will. I’m fine though. This overtime is a big project. If…when it goes through, I’ll be set—a managerial position in a corner office and more job security.” He raised his head and captured her lips for another kiss. “More time for you.”

  “Lord. I’m not going to be able to walk straight, am I?”

  “That’s the best compliment you can give me.”

  “Oh? And I thought calling you Big D was the best compliment.”

  “No, that’s letting the men of the world know why you’re married to me and not them. Because I’m large and in charge of that ass.” He squeezed her cheeks and bucked.

  “You are large but not as large Quincy.”

  Dane shook his head. “Nobody is as large as Quincy. That’s fucking unnatural is what that is. I know the stereotype about black men but I thought it was just a stereotype.”

  “Now when the hell did you see his dick?”

  “Last time we paid for the champagne room. He tipped one girl a C-note to suck him off. When she saw why he was offering one hundred, she dove in mouth first.”

  “You’re gonna get those girls in trouble.”

  “Hey, that’s on her. She didn’t get caught that time but she shouldn’t be so quick to do anything and everything for money.”

  “Considering the monster in Quincy’s pants, I’m thinking she did it for that and the money was a bonus.” She giggled a little and shook her head. “I think I finally figured out why you guys go to strip clubs so often.”

  “We like tits and ass and stuffing singles between both. What’s so hard about that?”

  “No, so Quincy can moonlight as a stripper pole.”

  Dane laughed. “I can see that.”

  “Speaking of Quincy and the terror of Tokyo, Mia wants to give him a chance to fuck me so he’ll stop being pissy.”

  “Yeah, he’s been dropping unsubtle hints with me the last few times we’ve gotten together. What did you have in mind?”

  “Movie night, double date here. Just the four of us. We can rent some—”

  “Porn.”

  “No, regular movies.”

  “Porn.”

  She regarded Dane and then nodded. “Porn.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  “Anyway. Maybe make a day of it some Saturday. Have them come over and we can go out for a stereotypical dinner-and-a-movie double date. Except the movie part will be here.”

  Dane made a thinking noise before he nodded. “That’s doable. I’ve always wanted to get a taste of Mia.” He shrugged. “After having Quincy every night, she probably won’t even feel me though.”

  “There’s always her ass. I know how much you like that particular hole. And Mia does like anal play. She says Quincy isn’t an ass man.”

  “And I’m back in the game. You girls set it up and give us guys the details.”

  “Will do.”

  He sat up, setting her back so she didn’t get impaled on his renewed arousal. Dane might have tapped out but his dick was more than ready for the next round. “What’s for dinner?”

  “I can make you a sandwich.”

  “A sandwich? That’s it?”

  “It’s getting late. If I start a regular meal now, you won’t get to bed until after ten. You’re the one who has to get up early in the morning.”

  “But a sandwich?”

  “Ham piled high, cheese, lettuce, tomato, on thick toast with a pickle on the side and a tall, frosty beer.” She grasped his erection in her fist. “And I’ll suck you off while you eat.”

  Dane grinned wide. “You always make the best food, sugar.”

  “I know. You totally married me for my cooking skills.”

  “I married you for your fucking skills. You being able to cook is a nice bonus.” He swatted her ass. “Hop to. Me hungry.”

  Naomie crawled off his lap. She congratulated herself for being steady on her feet when she stood up. The urgency and overwhelming need had abated to acceptable levels. She could wait until after Dane ate and watched a little TV before convincing him to go another round.

  And he would. Dane craved sex as much as she did. Even when they were both bone-weary and exhausted, they still managed enough energy to satisfy each other. Before Dane, Naomie hadn’t met a man who could match her appetite. And she hadn’t found a man since.

  Epilogue

  Morning—The Right Way

  A packed house, as it were, this morning. Christian from three houses down had managed to get up on time for his early run, which ended with him sitting beside John and taking swigs from a water bottle. Sam was at his usual spot, hidden behind his curtains with the light of the streetlamp glinting off his wedding ring and giving away his presence. And Old Man Olsen was out walking his wife’s prize-winning toy poodle. Though his journey seemed to stop at the streetlamp between Sam’s and John’s houses.

  Naomie was on her stomach and the exercise ball beneath her. With her ass facing the large window and her feet spread far apart so her slit gaped open, she did reverse crunches. She exaggerated her movements so the ball shifted, rocking her body in a short back-and-forth motion.

  She loved simulated sex in the morning
. Actually she loved real sex in the morning. Simulated sex was just what she used to get herself excited. Four sets of eyes—that she knew about—staring at her body, at her exposed pussy, had her wet and slicking up the exercise ball with her sweat.

  “Another show for the neighbors, huh?” Dane entered the living room, knotting his tie as he walked over to her. “I think I’ve been missing out by waiting for you to wake me up each morning.”

  “All they can do is watch from across the street. You’re the lucky one.”

  “Yes, I am.” He pulled, out of his pants pocket, a teardrop-shaped anal plug with a red-jeweled base. It was a placeholder plug and not as big as some of the others in the collection. But then Naomie didn’t need big for everyday wear.

  Her breathing turned shallow. Of course after last night there was no way Dane would forget her plug. What had her heart beating fast and her pussy tingling was imagining how he would give it to her. The watching men were in for a treat.

  Dane retrieved a small bottle of lube from his jacket pocket and wiggled it at her. “Wanna play a game of who will come first?”

  “So very much.” She grabbed his buckle and pulled him close so she could unzip his pants and let loose his arousal. She’d spent a large chunk of last night loving every inch of Dane’s impressive erection. But she’d been taking her time and savoring him. This morning was a competition.

  She licked his crown, wiggling her tongue against his opening as Dane flipped open the lube bottle and squeezed a trail of cool liquid down her spine. She shivered with a high yip of surprise that made Dane’s dick jump, tapping against her tongue.

  Opening her mouth wide, she took his length to the back of her throat and had to swallow to take him to the base. She had perfected her deep-throating technique for and because of Dane. She wanted every inch of him inside her—whether it was her pussy, her ass or her mouth.

  The sensation of his dick spreading her to accommodate his size, molding her body for his pleasure, always had her coming back for more any time he hinted at wanting sex. His taste, his smell, his feel—everything about him intoxicated her until she didn’t care what he did so long as he did it to her and got her off.

  She held his waist, bracing herself as he fucked her throat. He’d changed the rules mid-game. He was supposed to be getting her off before she got him, not availing himself of her mouth. Not that it mattered. She enjoyed this too.

  Relaxing her jaw muscles but keeping her lips pressed firm and her tongue wriggling, she let him move the way he wanted. Meanwhile, the rounded tip of the plug followed the path of the lube down her back. Naomie arched her ass up in invitation. But it wasn’t cool metal that greeted her puckered hole.

  Dane hooked a single slick finger inside her asshole and stirred it around as he pumped. Naomie squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, her hips mimicking Dane’s movements so the ball beneath her shifted side to side.

  “Goddamn, why did I skip this yesterday?”

  Naomie had her mouth full so she couldn’t answer Dane’s question. Plus he didn’t act as if he wanted an answer, at least not from her. And he couldn’t expect coherent speech from her while he teased her hole.

  He added a second finger to the first and Naomie switched to bouncing against the ball. Her ass cheeks jiggled and clapped against Dane’s hand. It wasn’t deep enough, thick enough. She wanted the dick pounding her throat to be in her ass. She knew that wouldn’t happen. This was a quickie—a holdover for her and Dane until he returned from work.

  Unless…she visited him at work. His secretary wasn’t taking advantage of her position like the last one. And it wouldn’t be the first time Naomie had fucked Dane in his office. In fact she hadn’t visited his office in a long time. She remembered a few of his coworkers had been very appreciative the last time she’d visited with a cupcake tray in tow. She’d finished with Dane and gotten three more quickies on the way back to her car, one of them in her car.

  The thought of a repeat performance coupled with Dane’s dick in her mouth and his fingers in her ass triggered an orgasm so hard she almost toppled off the exercise ball. Only gripping Dane’s legs kept her upright while her body shook with her release.

  Every one of her muscles tensed, including the ones in her throat, which clamped on to Dane’s erection and squeezed his release out of him. His hot cum cascaded down, warming her inside so she could feel the slow trek to her stomach. Breakfast of champions.

  Dane said in a breathy voice, “I win. Here’s your prize.” He removed his fingers and pressed the plug home. It slipped inside her asshole with no resistance. Only the wide, jeweled base kept her from swallowing it completely. She did suck it in though, her ass muscles clenching and unclenching so the plug caressed and teased her excited flesh.

  Though reluctant, Naomie opened her mouth and let Dane have his dick back. She stuck out her lower lip with a rough sigh as he tucked it back into his pants and closed the zipper.

  “Oh come on, sugar. Don’t look like that. I’ll give it back to you after work. Promise.”

  Not if I go to work and get it myself, she thought. But that would be a surprise for later in the day. Maybe she would bring mini sandwiches for the office to share. Then Dane couldn’t say she was just there to fuck him some more.

  Dane crouched down and placed a quick kiss on her lips. “Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  They indulged in another kiss, a deeper one, the kind that preceded them parting from each other. The kind that left them both breathless with need and ensured they wouldn’t stay apart long.

  Naomie pulled away first because she knew Dane wouldn’t. She laid a kiss on his nose. “Have a good day at work.”

  “Thanks, sugar. You don’t get too rough with those gardeners. Jaime does good work. I’d hate for you to scare him off.” He grinned as he dodged back, making her miss when she swatted at him. “See you after work.”

  “Or during,” Naomie said low.

  “Huh?”

  “Bye, Big D.” She waved to him and continued waving until he exited the house and the closed front door blocked him from view.

  “Morning, fellas. Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Dane spoke loud on purpose. Naomie knew.

  She turned in time to see her audience scatter quickly. The only one who didn’t leave was Sam, who still had his fist moving. But then the man probably felt safe in his hiding spot, thinking no one could see him.

  Dane raised his hand in a wave at Sam’s house and said in a loud tone, “Morning, Sam. You know we can see your ring, right?”

  Sam’s curtain jerked shut. Naomie enjoyed a laugh. That was her husband—Mr. Subtlety. At least he’d solved Naomie’s conundrum of how to alert Sam she knew he was watching. She wondered if he would continue in a different hiding spot or come out into the open like the others.

  Or maybe the bedroom light coming on upstairs meant Sam would have some explaining to do. Then again, how would his wife know what to be angry about unless she’d been watching Naomie exercising too? As far as Cathy knew, her husband was up early. Since Cathy and the other housewives thought Naomie had quit her naked exercise routine, Sam should be all right…unless he started acting guilty.

  Oh well, not her problem. Dane had gone to work and she had a little over an hour before Jaime and his helper were due to arrive. That was enough time for a nice, soothing soak with enough left over to figure out what kind of outfit she would use to make a first impression on the new guy.

  Then again…nothing but a thong was how she’d met Jaime. Why mess with a classic? And it was only fair that she greet the second gardener the way she’d greeted the first. She was an exhibitionist, after all.

  About Zenobia Renquist

  Zenobia Renquist lives in her imagination. She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she’s accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesn’t have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to
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