I sadly watched as Stephen packed his bags to leave me again. It's almost impossible to describe how happy I was that it would only be a week...especially this week. The reason being his boss' new secretary. I have never met her, but I loath her. With the stories Stephen has told me, I have good reason to hold her in contempt for possible actions of the future. It's not that I don't trust my husband...I truly do. I don't trust her.
He says she prances about like a cat in heat, and targets any and all moving objects with a dick...and of course, it doesn't help when he adds in that her looks don't hurt either. This is Stephens' crafty way of saying she is definitely fuckable.
He thinks I don't know how to read between his lines, but oh how I do. The only thing that saves him, is that I also know how loyal he is, to everyone and everything he is involved with...and you know what, I'm glad he shares his thoughts with me at all. Plus, Stephen is a terrible liar, so to pull something like that off would be a great feat. It would eat away at him. However, should something like that ever happen -because I won't put it past him- I would forgive him...
"A'right, I'm all packed love." I stared into space within my thoughts, I heard him, but I was too far off to respond."What ya thinkin' kiddo?" Stephen gave me that look, closing up his suitcase. He knew all about my crazy imagination, and what I did to myself if I thought too much about certain things.
"Hmm?" I looked at him mindlessly, breaking from a horrid scene of him and the new office slut...I got a bit carried away. He chuckled lightly, and grabbed hold of my face.
"What's goin' on in there? Huh?" He looked into my deep green eyes, so filled with worry, and I knew he could see...I would have tried to hide it, but it was a bit too late at that point...
"Nothing." And my laugh confirmed it was a lie...damn that laugh, I can never keep control of it.
"Ya need to stop you're worryin'. I've been gone for longer."
"I know, it's not that." He let out a sigh and sat beside me a moment.
"What's it then love? You've got to tell me if ya want me to help you feel better. As much as I'd like to be, I'm no mind reader."
"You're real funny...I'm just worked up about this secretary thing. I don't like that she's going." I laughed at the words, realizing myself how silly I sounded.
"Ah, come on now kiddo," He laughed, taking me up in a hug, kissing my forehead, "She's not my type anyhow." He joked, but I didn't find that at all comforting.
"Well, what if she was then?" He could see that I was more serious now.
"Love, It wouldn't even matter."
"Would you fantasize about her? Is that who you would think about when you were jerking off? I mean, I don't care...I'm just wondering."
"Oh, bull...ya do care, otherwise ya wouldn't look like you were about to be put to death." He laughed, but let it go quickly as I asked again...
"Would you though? Would you think about her?"
"I don't know...probably." I knew it was true, I mean, who wouldn't...and I'd rather have that then him actually having her...it was just weird to hear...I shouldn't have asked, it's not like it made me feel any better...
"Love, look at me." I didn't want to at first, "look at me," He demanded, so I did..."I chose you...I want ya kiddo, trust me. I come home to you, love all over you're body, not hers, and not anyone elses. I've never given another women anythin' but a thought...if I did happen to think on her, that's all she'd be, just another thought to get me by until I got home. Don't ya trust me?"
"Oh, I do...I do Stephen." I felt sad now, I didn't want him to feel bad, and I certainly didn't want him to think I had no faith in him, "I'm sorry love, I know you wouldn't do anything." I traced the outline of his face. Coming in close I kissed his lips and he grabbed me tight, pulling me down to the bed...
"Don't you have to leave?" I asked between kisses.
"Mmm...they can wait." He said, frantically undoing his pants...all I could do was laugh.
"Get your pants off if ya want this, woman." He said, stroking his stiffening cock.
The fact that he wanted a quick fuck for the road was actually a turn on...on top of the fact that he called me 'woman', instead of the ever popular 'kiddo' was also helping. So, needless to say my clothes were off stat, and I was wet and ready to go. His unoccupied hand slid up to a breast, his other guided cock into me, as I played through his hair, and massaged my clit. In no time, we were half way there, and soon after that, I was begging him to fuck me harder, which he agreeably complied with.
We settled a moment, I kissed his cheek, and then reality struck him...
"Fuck, I really have to be goin' love." He jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I grabbed his bag. A moment later he emerged and I followed him to the door, where he gave me a quick peck on the lips and clamored down the stairs to his car.
"Be careful!" I called to him.
"Will do Kiddo...be good," Stephen chuckled, shutting the car door. I just shook my head with a smile, and watched as he backed down the driveway, out of sight past the trees of our wooded yard. I waited a moment, and heard the honk of his horn. Stephen always did that for me if I was awake when he left.
Alone....again, but oooh how sweet his returns were. Stephen was never too tired for sex. And even when I was it didn't matter, because he would get me so excited, passing his rush of sexual adrenaline onto me. I slumped onto the couch in that thought and the cat appeared out of no where. She always showed up at the best moments, like she knew when I needed someone...
"I need to clean this place up Kat." I told her, rubbing behind her ears. It was the customary Saturday departure, and I had nothing to do. Well, that wasn't true, but I didn't feel like doing laundry, or the breakfast dishes, or making the bed...infact, I loved it unmade. I thought of Stephen every time I walked in the room. He didn't mind much either, which is the only reason I left it that way most of the time. I jumped up and stood in the doorway...that messy bed was love...and I jumped into it, enveloping myself in the large fluffy bed cover. I loved Stephens' scent, one of the best smells in the world. It was soap, and work, and him, and there was no other thing I could call it but Stephen.
The day progressed slowly but surely, and without warning, I realized it was evening. I got up to make myself something to eat, and there was a knock at the door. I thought it strange, as my friends always called before stopping by, and at that they were welcome to enter without knocking...so, a bit puzzled I answered the door....
"Oh...hi Tom." It was Stephen's older brother. I hadn't seem him in quite some time, he was more attractive then I remember...
He was very rugged, more so then Stephen. Taller and thicker as well, features that had always attracted me. And that accent of his was much thicker, just a bit deeper. It was like having an amplified Stephen around. The only thing that was off putting, was his manners...and his loose habits. He said what he wanted, did what he wanted...nevermind the consequences. I can't say that wasn't alluring from afar, but when dealing with it on a daily basis -which I had before when he lived with us- was not so lovely.
"Hey Ter. How've ya been?" We hugged, and he kissed me on the lips...something he had said was 'perfectly fine', as we were inlaws. But of course, being Tom, he always took it to another level, "Where's your other half' " He mocked, pushing his way in.
"He's not here." I closed the door, and eyed him up...he had bags. That was never good.
"Oh aye, his...'buisness trip'..." He smirked, flopping on the couch.
"What are you doing here?" I sat calmly on the opposite chair.
"Oh, what a charming welcome from my favorite inlaw."
"Well...last time you showed up with bags, you stayed for close to a year. Remember?" I was hoping that wasn't the case this time.
"Aye...that I do. You two were like rabbits...damn. Barely got any sleep. Ya married now though...bet that's changed, huh." He smirked wickedly.
"Actually..." He interupted me.
"Knew it...can't expect much when he's away all the time...probably tired when he gets home too. Poor little Terri..."
"Actually, I was going to say that it's basically the same. ESPECIALLY whe he gets home. So, I'd be gone by then if I were you."
"Oooh...you're a bit more hostile then I remember. Probably all that sexual tension."
"Does he know you're here?" I ignored his ignorant statement. Although, I did feel a bit tense...thinking about that whore on the trip with Stephen...having Tom talk in his 'language'...this was going to be a long week.
"Yes and No."
"Alright...well, do you mind explaining that?"
"Fuck...you're even cuter when angry...I like it." He leaned closer my way.
