This story depicts a playful married couple engaging in outercourse as they struggle not to fully fuck in the name of a friendly little wager. This is my first time attempting to add italicized text. If I did it wrong and there are a bunch of random characters strewn about, I'm sorry. I am, after all, King of the Himbos.
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As Cassidy entered the living room, the sunlight streaming though the sheer blinds behind her cast her in angelic light. Her blonde hair caught the bright rays in a radiant mane. Jay caught his wife's unparalleled beauty in his glimpse up from his phone as she walked in. He smiled to himself as his attention returned to his phone.
How did he get so lucky? What could have possibly earned him the affection of that goddess of a woman?
And then his wife bent over to pick something up off the floor and his phone fell onto his chest, fully forgotten as his gaze devoured his wife's ample ass.
Jay and Cassidy had been together for a long time. They were in love. They were happy and satisfied. They were the kind of couple that others admired. The kind that inspired others to approach and ask, "what's your secret?" They'd always answer honestly when asked that question; they'd list how they talk through things, give each other grace, respect one another's personage, and find ways to have fun.
That last one was especially important in keeping the flame alive. They were only in their 30s, but they'd been together most of their adult lives and a busy, hectic schedule meant that finding time for intimacy could be a challenge. Fortunately, they had a system.
Jay and Cassidy were both very competitive. They met, in fact, at an arcade bar where Cass had just beat Jay's high score on Pacmania. He couldn't just stand by and let this random person knock his name off the #1 spot, so he manned the controls and worked to regain his supremacy. Hours later, when he finally managed it, he stood and threw his fists into the air in victory, only to sink down again when Cassidy beat his new high score by a single point. He was never able to reclaim the top spot, but he did manage to win a date with the beautiful gamer. He tells everyone that he was the true winner that day.
And he reflected on that again when he watched his wife's loose, baggy shorts hug her ass as she bent down to grab a hand towel that had escaped her grasp. She stood and happened to glance over to him, rolling her eyes and smiling when she saw that her horny husband had directed all his attention to her behind. "Perv." She teased at him.
"It's not my fault! Have you
seen
yourself??" he responded incredulously. Her smile widened as she walked over and bent down to give her husband a kiss. His hand slid up her thigh to rest on her ass, giving some small, affectionate pats. "You really are inhumanly sexy, you know" Jay said when their kiss broke.
"Inhumanly?" Cass asked. "You mean you're attracted to...nonhumans? Is that why you kept touching that tree in the park...?" She teased.
"I told you, the bark felt nice against my palm!" He shouted in fake exasperation. It's an ongoing inside joke that started when she legitimately caught Jay stroking his hand along a tree. There was a patch of soft moss and the sensation was nice, but that didn't stop Cassidy from poking fun at him.
"You keep telling yourself that, tree fucker" Cass replied, turning to walk away. Jay reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back and down so she toppled in a heap on top of him. His fingers shot up, digging into her ribs and armpits, tickling her mercilessly.
"Aahhh!" She shrieked past a surprised laugh. "Jayyy hahaha. You fucker! Hahaha" She tried to fight back, scrambling to grab his wrists and shove them down and away from her ticklish core. It was a struggle, he was stronger, but she shifted her upper body higher and used the new position to gain leverage. She locked her elbows and, pushing down again, she managed to slide Jay's hands back to her hips. In doing so, she lost balance and crashed back down again, landing down with her chest against his, their bodies mirroring each other and their faces inches apart. Laughing, smiling, and panting from the brief explosion of activity, she leaned her head down and kissed her husband on the lips. It was a sweet, pecking thing, but his hands traveled all the same. From her hips, his hands roamed, sliding along her soft curvy form to grab her ass.
Her wide grin split their kiss. "You just can't help yourself, can you, ya horndog?" She asked
As is his nature, Jay felt compelled to make the gentle admonishment a challenge. "I can control my urges better than you" He stated matter of factly. All confidence. A statement of undeniable fact. She lifted her head to look him in the eyes and arched a brow. "Be so serious right now" she stated flatly.
"Oh! You think you can do better than me?" He asked, insulted at the insinuation.
"Jay, honey, your fingers are in my ass" Cass replied, pointing out the evidence.
Jay hadn't even realized that fact. His hands acted fully of their own accord. There was no controlling those damnable things; he swore they exercised their own free will in an attempt to undo him. His hands had crept forward during their short conversation and his fingers nestled themselves into her ass crack, pushing her loose shorts into the crevice and forming a wedgie.
"Uh...nuh uh" he tried, lamely. Notably, he didn't remove his fingers. "Tell you what" he continued, "How about a friendly little wager."
