Marx Girl

“We should fuck now,” he whispers against my neck.

“Why? Because we just got married?” I laugh as he lifts my leg around his hip.

He impales me in one hard pump, and my mouth drops open from his possession. He slowly slides out and then pushes back in. “Yes. Exactly. Show me what this wife sex is all about.”

17

Bridget

I sit on the lounge as I read a book on my phone. Ben is lying with his head on my lap, watching some man versus wild documentary. I run my fingers through his hair mindlessly as I read. Today has been nice—better than nice.

Amazing.

We had a normal day where we woke up together and did some washing, went to the gym, and then went shopping. I can hardly wipe the stupid smile from my face. It’s the little things that mean so much. Being normal and boring with Ben is my new favourite pastime. I’ve got to start getting ready for this ball tonight soon, though. I’m kind of nervous, to be honest. I have no idea what to expect.

My phone rings and the name ‘Tash’ lights up the screen.

“Hi, babe.” I smile. Ben frowns up at me. “Tash,” I mouth.

He nods and goes back to watching television.

“How is everything?” Tash asks.

I run my hand down Ben’s face as I reply, “Oh, it’s so good, Tash. Stupid good.”

A trace of a smile crosses Ben’s mouth as he listens to our conversation.

“What happened when you got there?” she asks.

“Oh.” I glance down at him. No, I’m just going to say it. I have nothing to hide anymore. “He had the shits with me so I had to wear him down with my sexual prowess.”

She laughs, and Ben smiles broadly with a subtle shake of his head.

“He didn’t stand a chance.” I smile. “You know how hot I am.”

He turns his head and nips my sex with his teeth. I jump and pull his hair.

“How are you, anyway? How are the kids?” I ask.

Ben looks up at me with a mischievous look in his eye and puts his mouth on my sex, slowly blowing hot air into me.

“Oh, they’re good, but Jordana has a sore throat.” She hesitates. “Blake, don’t do that!” she yells, and I pull the phone away from my ear. Talking to Tash while she multitasks can be painful sometimes. “How’s your tonsillitis?” she asks.

“All good,” I reply as I pull Ben’s head from my crotch by his hair. He chuckles and then bites me hard. He likes this game.

“Stop it,” I mouth. “The medication cleared it up straight away,” I tell her as Ben rolls onto the floor and looks up at me deviously, licking his lips. I widen my eyes and shake my head. “No,” I mouth. He ignores me and picks up my foot, kissing it while he sits between my legs.

“Oh, we’ve got a ball on for Ben’s work tonight.” I smile as I try to concentrate on the conversation.

“Oh, really? That’s cool. Where is it at?”

“At the White House.” I widen my eyes.

“Fuck off,” she whispers.

“Nope,” I giggle. “Pretty unbelievable, hey?”

Ben begins to kiss up my leg and I scrunch my eyes shut as I try to push him away. He chuckles against my thigh and spreads my legs.

“Oh, my God, what are you wearing?” she gasps. “You need to look amazing.”

I pull his hair with force as I half-giggle, and he throws me back so that I’m lying down. “I bought a dress today when we went shopping, but it’s pretty average,” I tell her. For God’s sake, how am I supposed to concentrate on this conversation?

“Oh, Didge, you’d look good in a sack,” she offers.

I smile as he pulls my panties to the side. “That’s what Ben said.” His tongue swipes through my flesh, and my head falls back onto the lounge. He grabs my thighs with two hands and pulls me towards him with force

“Eric’s been visiting Mum,” Tash says suddenly.

“What?” I frown as my concentration returns to her.

“I dropped over there the other night and Eric was having dinner at her house after he fixed her lawn mower,” she tells me.

What? Really?” Ben slides his fingers into me as he bites my clitoris, and I close my eyes, throwing my leg over his shoulder. Oh, yeah, that’s the spot.

“Abbie and Joshua think he’s trying to weasel his way back to you through her,” she adds. Ben must hear what she’s saying, and he sits up, frowning. Oh, jeez, he did have to hear that, didn’t he? I grab his head and push it back down and point to my sex. “Keep going,” I mouth.

He smirks and licks his lips before he disappears again.

“Don’t be mad with Mum, she’s only being nice. What’s she supposed to say when he turns up?

“Go away?” I roll my eyes in disgust, but I’m quickly distracted as Ben really starts to eat me. Oh, yeah.