It had been years since I saw the town I grew up in. Well, ‘town’ was being generous. Since moving to the city, I had come to see it for what it was, a village that was only a few deaths removed from being a hamlet. At first I visited my parents for the holidays, occasionally bringing along a boyfriend and, later, my husband Peter. He was born and raised in the city, and I’ve learned that in those cases you either view the countryside with contempt, or through rose-tinted glasses. Luckily for me, my husband holds the latter view. Not only that, but after a bit of a wary start, my parents have warmed up to him to such an extent that I’m not sure who would get them if we ever split up. That is not in the cards at the moment, though.
“Almost there, kids!”
The excitement in Peter’s voice as he took the exit almost overshadowed the gleeful shouts from the backseat. I shook my head with a small smile. I understood their enthusiasm, but didn’t completely share it. We hadn’t taken the long trip since before Tobias was born. The kids would finally get to see where I grew up, and to visit their grandparents home. And Peter was always elated when we drove out here, as if going to Disneyland. And for him, in a way, it was. But to my eyes, the village felt a little smaller with every visit, a little more decrepit, a little less like the warm cradle it has once been. I dreaded how it would look now, after so long, and I didn’t like my own growing disdain. Before I could sink into several layers of self-loathing, Peter put a hand on my thigh and gave it a little squeeze. He winked when he caught my eye. I couldn’t help but smile. On impulse, I undid the top two buttons of my shirt. It didn’t offer much more than a glimpse of the green lace of my bra. But his hand tightened on my leg and his lips parted slightly, his tongue flitting out to wet them. I knew he understood.
His hand reached the top of my thigh. I spread my legs somewhat, and his pinkie came to lie against the denim covering my pussy, gently kneading my flesh, his little finger pushing against me. While not a lot, it was as much as we could do – there were still two babbling toddlers in the back – and it was enough. My breath quickened and I felt my heart beat in my throat. Through half-lidded eyes I still saw boarded up windows, an out of business sign, even trash on the streets. But it didn’t register. Shutting out everything but my husband’s touch, my arousal quickly overtook my meandering mind. He pressed into me, gripping my thigh almost to the point of pain. A soft moan escaped my lips. A sliver of surprise hung in the back of my mind; I didn’t normally rev up this fast. Maybe it was simply the fact that we shouldn’t be doing this, or maybe, despite all my misgivings, being back here made me feel like a teenager again. Whatever the reason, I could feel the pressure building deep inside of me. At any other time I wouldn’t dream of orgasming with two kids so close by. Not while they were awake, in any case. But now I shifted my hips forward, pushing back against his fingers, ready to have him guide me straight over the –
“Grandpa!” The kids’ voices, shrill and far to loud for the confines of the car, were all the warning I got.
The car came to a stop right next to my dad. He only had eyes for his grandkids, fortunately. I exchanged a glance with Peter, trying to counter his smirk with at least a little admonishment, but I doubt I conveyed any of that, my face flushed and my chest heaving. He leaned towards me as my dad started to get Imogen out of the car seat while both she and Tobias had started on their enthusiastic and barely comprehensible rants that would last for at least the next half hour.
“Don’t worry,” Peter whispered, “I’m not going to leave you like this.”
The little kiss he planted just below my ear sent a shiver down my spine. I got out of the car, gave my dad a pat on the back in passing, still bent over as he was, struggling with the booster seat. Grabbing a suitcase from the trunk, I rushed towards the house. Peter took the other suitcase and followed close behind. My mom came through the door just as I reached it. The suitcase hit the deck with a thud. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi, mom.” Gently I moved her to the side, clearing the doorway. “We’re going to unpack real quick. The kids are excited to see you.”
She smiled, her eyes shifting towards the car. I picked up the suitcase again and hurried inside.
“So good to see you, Karen.” Even in these circumstances, Peter sounded genuinely glad to see her.
The suitcase was heavy. Normally I would heave it up the stairs one step at a time. Now, though, holding it to my chest with both hands, I took the stairs two at a time. Flinging my load in the corner of the spare bedroom, I kicked off my shoes while pulling off my shirt. When Peter entered, I was on the bed, trying to strip my jeans down. He eyed me for a moment with both lust and mirth, before grabbing the legs of my pants and sliding them off with a forceful jerk. He began unbuttoning his own shirt as I quickly took off my socks. I would like to say I looked stunning in a matching set, but while the green lacy bra did cover my breasts beautifully, the worn out black panties were comfortable, and quite wet, but nothing more. Neither of us cared, at this point. Standing up, I slid the shirt from his shoulders and pressed myself against his bare chest. We made out, pouring every morsel of our pent up stress and lust in swirling tongues and wandering hands. His smell, the sweaty scent of the long car ride, was familiar, safe, but at the same time made my stomach flutter. He pushed me back onto the bed and began to pull at his belt. Moments later, we were both naked. My eyes locked on his cock, standing almost straight up, a drop of precum on the purple head. I licked my lips. When I looked up, I saw his gaze drop from the dark, hard nipples topping my breasts, to my pussy. It was a bit unkempt, I knew, but he didn’t care, not when it was also glistening, swollen and welcoming. He dropped to his knees and I had to stifle a moan when his tongue started its slow lapping. The pressure that had started building when he put his hand on my thigh in the car, had become a ball of energy deep in my stomach. It seemed to pulse and crackle as he licked along my labia, then sent a wave of sparks tingling along every nerve when he reached my clit. After three such passes, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Come here”, I said, taking his head in my hands and gently pulling him up.
I could taste myself as he kissed me. His cock slid up and down my pussy lips and I moaned into his mouth. When he entered me, up to the hilt in a single stroke, we both let out low, guttural groans. Staying still for a moment, he lifted his head a little and looked into my eyes.
“God, you are so sexy”, he said through heavy breaths.
I wrapped my legs around his ass, shifting my hips upward a bit. His cock seemed to slip even deeper into me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, “fuck me hard, Peter.”
Almost as soon as he started moving, I careened over the edge. My muscles contracted and every thrust sent another wave of pleasure pulsing through my body. I don’t know how long he kept pounding into me. Experience tells me it couldn’t have been that long, but it seemed ages, every sense and every thought overpowered by my orgasm. When it abated somewhat, his crescendoing groans made it clear he was close.
“Not inside”, I managed, unclasping my legs.
He slid back, standing up when his feet hit the floor. I dropped to my knees in front of him, grabbed his slick cock firmly by the base and started licking my juices off of its head. Despite still feeling the afterglow of my climax, I was still incredibly horny. As I took him into my mouth, my other hand snaked down my stomach until it rested on my aching pussy. Peter moaned and placed a hand on my head. He pushed himself deeper, gently, kind, almost, but I could sense his need. I massaged my clit with the ball of my hand, a light touch on my tender flesh, while swirling my tongue around his cock. When my lips touched the hand I still had wrapped around it, he shivered, a voiced sigh stuck in his throat. Before I could do anything else, his cock quivered and spasmed. I pulled back halfway and pressed hard against my clit. He let out a loud groan and started coming. His cum filled my mouth. I moaned, the first small jolts of a second orgasm coursing through me. But before I could get myself there, his softening cock slipped from my mouth. Looking up at him, I swallowed ostentatiously, then pulled the last drops out of him. My tongue flitted out, licking them up and making him shiver again. He knelt down and kissed me, with love, if not hunger.
“Better?” he asked, helping me to my feet.
I nodded. “I needed that. Thank you.” I kissed him again. “Come, before my parents get suspicious.”
He smirked, but started hunting around for his clothes. I went to the suitcase to grab a fresh set of panties. All the things that still needed doing before the children could go to bed started running through my mind as I tried in vain to ignore the throbbing in my pussy.
***
A few hours later I found myself in the grocery store for some last-minute shopping for something stronger to drink than what my parents had in the house. Imogen was sleeping in the stroller as I sauntered through the aisles. My pussy still gave the occasional throb, as if it was hungry and sulking about it.
“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
I froze. That voice, deep and rumbling, instantly took me back a decade, to summer nights under starry skies, sudden spring showers and winter days spent in front of a fireplace. Turning around, my vision was filled with nothing but a flannel clad chest. My eyes traveled upwards, past the ginger beard, to the deep set green eyes I had once known so well.
“Jack!”
I threw my hands around him, pressed my face to his chest. His scent was at once familiar and new, comforting and exciting.
“What brings you back to our neck of the woods?”
Without letting go, I told him about our first trip to my parents in years. The hug lasted too long, I knew this, but it felt surprisingly natural to talk against his chest. His hands on my back caressed me with minute motions, as if he was trying his best to keep them still. When he finally took a step back, I felt a sense of loss.
“This is the little one?” he asked, nodding at the sleeping child in the stroller.
“That’s Imogen. She looks quite cute like this. Awake, well, it could go either way. Peter and Tobias are still at the house.”
“Wait, you have three kids?”
I smiled. “No, Peter is my husband.”
“Oh…”
There was a little twitch below my navel and I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks.
“How about you?” I asked as casually as I could. “How’s Tiffany?”
He shrugged and looked away. “Wouldn’t know. She left this town and me at the same time.”
I put a hand high on his arm. His muscles were as impressive as ever.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Imogen stirred in the stroller. We both took that as our cue, grinning at each other.
“It’s been great to see you, babe.”
Hearing that old pet name from him caught my breath in my throat.
“You too.” I swallowed hard, nervous and a bit giddy. “If you want, I can come by one of these days. You know, to catch up.”
“I would like that. You and Peter are more than welcome.”
“I was thinking just you and me.” My gaze was locked on the floor, my words barely a mumble.
His eyes widened for a moment. Then a frown spread across his face. “I don’t… Look, I can’t, not like this. Not after Tiff. A relationship is-”
I put a hand to his cheek, my thumb on his lips.
“Peter would know, ’cause I would tell him. Would that work?”
His mouth opened, then closed again. I stroked his lower lip. Then he nodded. I stood on tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on his cheek.
“Tomorrow night?”
He nodded again, clearly still processing.
“I’m looking forward to it”, I said, a smile on my lips and a flutter in my stomach, before wheeling Imogen towards the register.
***
For the briefest of moments, I considered going commando. But we weren’t kids anymore, hankering for the quick thrill. So the choice had fallen on the deep red set. It covered a lot, but hid nothing. Peter, sitting on the bed, practically drooled when I came out of the bathroom, and I couldn’t blame him.
“You look amazing.”
“You sound surprised.”
My words took a moment to register, before his wide-eyed stare turned into a masking grin.
“Oh, not at all. But I bet Jack’s going to be.”
I could sense something bothering him. My own nerves would have to wait; there would be time for those later. I knew that the moment I left, Peter’s mind would try to take the darkest paths. My thoughts took a similar turn when he went on these kinds of dates. I straddled him and took his head in my hands.
“What are you thinking?”
He avoided my gaze and shrugged.
“Nothing in particular.”
“Peter, you’re allowed to feel non-happy thoughts.”
He gave me a half smile. “Sad thoughts?”
I sighed ostentatiously. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”
A grin, a real one this time. “It’s just that you and- you and him have a history, you know. A hot and happy history, even.”
Pushing him on his back, I towered above him for a moment in all my lingerie-clad glory. I was sure I looked good, but I was also a bit unsure right now. Last time Jack had seen me naked was more than two children ago. Peter’s stunned silence did wonders, however. I leaned down and kissed him, grinding on top of him.
“Our history is hotter and happier, love.”
He wrapped me in a tight hug. Some of the tension drained out of me. We stayed like that for a good while.
“You nervous?” he asked when I climbed off.
“Honestly?” I said as I took my dress from the coat hanger. “There’s a chance I might just throw up on him.”
When Peter laughed this time, it was completely genuine.
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