My Peace (Beautifully Broken 5)

“I’ll give you three guesses,” she answers, sliding her hand discreetly up my thigh again.

I catch her fingers deftly.

“Ok. Let’s get you out of here before you get us arrested for indecent exposure.”

She giggles and we head to the pool table to say our goodnights. We leave Madison winning at pool and Gabe desperately trying to pretend he’s losing on purpose. We all know better. He’s a big bad Army Ranger, but Madison doesn’t lose at anything she puts her mind to.

We walk through the dark parking lot to my wife’s SUV. I open the passenger door and help her in, and when I get in the driver’s side, I’m assaulted immediately by my wife.

She presses against me, her lips against mine, her tongue plunging into my mouth.

“I’ve really missed you,” she says softly, her hand splayed against my chest.

“I’ve only been gone eight hours,” I tell her, but I’m not very convincing, because I missed her too.

“We’re pathetic,” she points out, but she doesn’t care and neither do I.

“We’re lucky,” I correct her, as I stroke my fingers against her. She arches into my hand.

“Very lucky. And you’re about to get luckier.”

She unfastens my pants and dips her head, and before I know it, my wife is giving me a blowjob in the parking lot.

I suck in a breath as her fingers curl around my balls, just like I’d taught her years ago.

“Fuck,” I exhale.

“In a minute,” Mila agrees, her mouth against my shaft.

She slides her lips up and down, and the suction… Lord have mercy.

“You’re killing me, woman,” I groan. She grins, and I lift her onto my lap.

She pulls her panties down.

I can’t breathe.

She grins again.

Then I plunge into her, using my arms to lift her up… then down.

“Christ.”

“Yeah,” she sighs against my neck.

The thrill of making love to my wife in a public place, where anyone might happen upon us, is exhilarating.

I only last a few minutes longer because of it, and soon, I’m spasming inside of her, wet and hot.

She clutches at my hair when she finds her own release.

“Pax,” she sighs. “Pax.”

“That’s it, baby,” I rock with her, feeling her shudder around me. “Let it go.”

I hold her tight for a few more minutes, her hair plastered to her forehead, and sticking to my chest.

“That was nice,” she says sleepily.