I wished I could talk about it with Hannah. This was one of those guy-related dilemmas I would usually go over with her, seeing what she thought about it and getting advice over what I should do. Of course, I couldn’t do that. She would probably think it was a bit suspicious if I asked her if she thought my husband might like me.
My plan was to just try to put it out of my mind and focus on enjoying my day with her. But she wasn’t on the same page. Hannah took a sip of her tea and leaned toward me with a smile.
“So, how is married life? Have you come down out of the clouds yet?” she asked.
I looked into her eyes and saw the genuine interest, the eagerness there. So, I did the only thing I could do.
I lied.
“Not yet,” I said. “Maybe I never will.”
Hannah made the kind of sound people do when they see a particularly wrinkly puppy and let out a sigh.
“You two truly are a fairy tale.”
That seemed like as good a segue as ever.
“So, guess who I heard from the other day?” I asked.
“Who?” she asked.
“Adam.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Yeah. I was at work. Matt and I were in the back, and my phone rang. I didn’t even look to see who it was when I answered, and he just completely laid into me. Screaming and yelling about how I belonged to him and I shouldn’t have gotten married. On and on. It was kind of impressive, actually.”
I laughed, and Hannah shook her head. “Wow. Sounds like someone is a little bit jealous.”
“Maybe just a bit,” I said.
She held up her drink, and I clinked my glass against it.
We spent the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening shopping and bonding. The hours flew, and I felt happy and relaxed by the time I got home. When I went in and dropped my bags, I heard Matt in the kitchen.
“You home?” he called out.
“Nope. Serial killer here to add you to my collection.”
“Okay, well, you’re going to have to wait about fifteen minutes. Dinner is almost ready, and I don’t want it to burn.”
“That’s a big ask, buddy,” I said, walking into the kitchen.
He turned around and grinned. “How’s Hannah?”
“She’s good. That woman can make shopping an Olympic sport. What are you making?”
“Stuffed chicken breast,” Matt said. “It’s one of Tyler’s new recipes. I think he might be angling for a new career as a cookbook author. He keeps giving all of us recipes and asking us to try making them.”
“I don’t mind being a guinea pig.”
We ate dinner, which was absolutely delicious, and settled into the living room to relax. Matt poured us a few drinks, and soon we were laughing and all my inhibitions were slipping away. It didn’t take long before the chemistry between us skyrocketed, and I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Suddenly, I was in his lap and his hands were around my waist, grinding me down into him as we made out.
When we came up for air, I climbed off him and pulled him up off the couch to take this somewhere more comfortable.
I led him into the bedroom, and he shut the door behind us. The light from the bathroom cast just enough light to create deep shadows, and as he stalked toward my grinning face, only half of his was visible. He tore off his shirt as he walked toward me, and by the time our lips crushed into one another, he was already reaching for his pants button. Our lips parted and our tongues flicked and wrestled with one another. My arms flung tightly around his neck, and when his pants were unbuttoned, he reached for my ass, picking me up and walking me to the wall.
Matt set me down on my feet as he yanked on my sweatpants, pooling them at my feet. I kicked them away, and he knelt before me, pulling down my panties in one movement. He didn’t wait for them to come off all the way. They were at my knees when he dove into my hot, throbbing pussy, sliding his tongue between my thighs and bringing it up to tease my clit. I cried out in surprise, and he used one hand to push me in the center of my chest against the wall, the other to part my legs.
As soon as my legs were parted, he brought one finger to my opening and swirled the juices there, wetting his fingertip. Then he pressed into me, driving his digit deep inside and drawing another yelp from high in my chest.
I was completely at his mercy, but I wanted more, so I pulled on the wrist of the hand that held me to the wall and raised it up to my mouth. I took one finger into my mouth, simulating the sensation of his cock, and I groaned as he licked me. Having him inside me in both places and his tongue flicking the sensitive pearl in the center brought me immediately to a powerful climax.