His Sweetest Sin

I keep my hand in her hair as I run another hand along her throat. She’s wearing a tight wrap dress that presents her full breasts nicely. “My fee, it wasn’t clear if you wanted me for the hour or a night. Before you start handling the merchandise.”

Cupping a breast through the dress she whimpers as my thumb toys with an already tight nipple. I find the catch at her waist to open the dress, pulling it open. Nice. Black lace covers her breasts, lifting them up for presentation. Her panties are matching black lace, hiding a pussy already wet I can smell. My cock jumps to be inside her already. Hmm, I’m going to enjoy tasting her first. “You’re clean right? You smell delicious, I need to taste the sweet juice you’re making for me.” She blushes as she nods. “I was told your fee was a thousand. That’s for the night, right?”

Her eyes widen as she shakes her head. “No, just for an hour. All night is five thousand. Until the sun comes up.”

My hand tightens in her hair. “All night it is then, I like getting my money’s worth. My wife thinks I’m going out of town. Everything better be open for that amount.”

“Everything is open, Mr. Baldwin. If you want to get your money’s worth then let’s get down to business. I have my own lube, your cock is already impressively hard. Which hole would you like to start with? I’m quite adept at bringing men with cocks such as yours to climax quickly so we can enjoy all the other things.”

“I don’t do quick, so neither will you.” I flick open her bra, the sight of her full heavy breasts swaying as her nipples tighten fills me with satisfaction. This promises to be a very enjoyable night.

***

Amelia

“Don’t you fall asleep on me, Mr. Baldwin. I’m starving. You have to help me eat the pizza I’m ordering.” I nudge his gorgeous body, already lightly tanned from the hours by the pool. My fingers roam lightly over his ass. I love when we do the role-playing, it’s so much fun to be dirty without the worry of kids outside our door.

He groans, then his arms sneak out and pull me close to roll me under him. His hand goes into my hair, tightening. “You cut your damn hair again. If you get a pixie cut I’m divorcing you.”

“I love you too, it’s not that short, it’s still enough for you to get a handful. Chris, I’m hungry, come on. Let’s be even badder than we were with the lube.”

“We’re starting on the carbs early, aren’t we Mrs. Baldwin? We’re going to Paris where they cook with three different kinds of fat. I was thinking of a steak and salad. So I can eat as many croissants as I want without thinking of there not being a gym in the hotel.”

“Hmm.... I do so love how you haven’t gotten even the smallest bit soft. Is that normal? I mean in ten years, aren’t you supposed to have a dad bod now?” I complain in his ear as I run a hand down his hard chest and stomach.

“Is that what all that pasta is about you’re constantly cooking? I got to keep up the body my wife loves so much. I can’t have her looking elsewhere when she spends her days in the courtroom with all these lawyers which were the only things she used to date.”

“Please, I don’t spend all day in the courtroom although there were those back to back cases.” I’d finally found my calling after keeping my foot in law by continued volunteering with the women’s clinic. Chris was supportive, saying he felt is was important to keep our own identity separate from being mom and dad and even husband and wife. It was why he dissuaded me from working with him on the buildings he bought, rehabbed and either rented or sold. Even with the cases I took, I kept them to a minimum because I still loved being a mom and Chris’s wife and our kids are hard to do, even with help. “Civil rights law hardly has me swimming in lawyers who are even slightly appealing especially when compared to you, my beautiful, sexy husband with the most delicious dimples that still make me swoon when you flash them at me. That make me do crazy things like agreeing to leave our six month old twins at home for an entire week while we go on vacation.”

Chris nips at my bottom lip then sucks hard, oh yes. “No more complaining, because I don’t regret a damn thing. Jane and Charlotte are in the very loving care of their grandmother, their nanny who has been with us for over nine years, and our poor housekeeper to keep our home running smoothly. It’s either we take this vacation or you cut down on your hours.

“Considering you only work three days a week and you love what you do, there is not a damn thing wrong with us taking some time away to remember we love each other, like each other, and in eighteen years our twins won’t want a thing to do with us unless it’s about money or needing you to do their laundry. While we’ll be staring at each other trying to find something to talk about that doesn’t include our kids. This is also overdue, this is only our third week away, we couldn’t go when we were supposed to because you were pregnant with the twins.”

“We do go away though, we went away four times last year and the year before.”

“Sugar, three days away ain’t nothing and you know we both feel better for it.”

“Are you sure you aren’t still mad about the twins?”

“Hell yeah, I’m still mad about the twins. You give me boy after boy after boy then when I tell you it’s time to close down you go and get yourself pregnant with twins. The only reason I didn’t spank your ass hard enough for you not to sit down for weeks was they are the girls you finally promised me.”

I run my tongue up his neck to his mouth before nibbling at his pursed lips. “Liar. You love your boys to death, the same way they love you. Here I thought I was going to get all the cuddles and they only come to me for cuddles when you’re busy.” He rolls his eyes as he blushes with pride. His sons adore their daddy. The nervous fears he had over being a father burnt out in the fierce hot love he felt the moment Grayson was put in his arms. Although, he played at being annoyed the sonogram showed Zachary a boy he didn’t even bother to hide his smile when the doctor announced Liam was another boy.

“I have to take what I can get with the boys considering the way Simone is glued to your hip when your home. She only gives me her smiles and love when you aren’t home or she wants something.”

“Don’t even try it, you’re the one she wants in the middle of the night when she gets scared. Why was she calling for you last night?”

“She found the Stephen King shelf. We’re going to have to move that up. She’s just like her mama, reading the day away on whatever she can get her hands on. It’s also a good reason to keep her on the second floor with us.”

“Baby, I love you but she has a point. We are running out of space on the second floor. Grayson, Zachary, and Liam are in one room, the twins need their own room. It makes sense to move Simone to the third floor for her own room and bathroom. The basement bedrooms and play room are for nanny Lota and Rosa, even though Rosa doesn’t live with us, as the housekeeper she needs a place to rest during the day.”

Blue eyes glow down at me as they narrow. “You already promised her she could move.” As hard as I try to pull away from his gaze I can’t. I nod. “You making the promise without discussing it with me first and the new, shorter haircut calls for a spanking.”

I’m wet at the way a large hand covers my ass. “I think you’re right. Dinner, a spanking and an early night. We don’t want to miss our flight tomorrow morning.”

“I think you need the spanking now. That’s the good thing about a private plane, it’s on your schedule. I’m going to enjoy making you pay for the sin of not honoring your husband.”

“Hmm...I’m more interested in doing some sweet sinning with said husband. I’ve been very bad, I’ve been thinking of naughty, dirty, wicked things I want to do with you.”