Mathew Parker got home from his practice at 6:30, tired out from a day processing wills and trusts of elderly clients, dealing with gold-digger wives, and greedy heir kids from fifth marriages. The job was boring for a Harvard law grad. But it paid for the mortgage on his upper East Side condo, which gave a lovely view of the orange sun setting over Central Park.
He could smell the herbs as he walked into the door, a wonderful contrast to the sulfuric and sweaty smells of the subway. His wife, Claire, already had prepared a light meal of rosemary-encrusted Chicken over a crispy Caesar salad. Claire greeted him in the foyer still wearing her black business skirt, with a thin line running up mid thigh and simple white blouse hugging her frame. She pecked him on the cheek as he ran his hand up her neck to her brown tussle of hair, still in a loose bun.
They had only been married four years, but were very tight since their first meeting at Harvard. They likely were so warm to each other because of their working-class backgrounds. She, originally from Jersey, was training to be an secondary school teacher, while he waited tables in little Italy between classes and a clinic in Chinatown. Moving up in the world, they had their baby son, Gerrard, only one year ago.
"I brought a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the Alto Adige region," Mathew said, looking his wife in her blue eyes, little brown tendrils of hair grazing her cheeks . "I thought we could use a little relaxation tonight before you head to your conference tomorrow. I'll get Gerry set up in his chair while you put something on a bit more comfortable."
"You'll serve me up then," Claire said through her red lips, flashing him a smile. She accentuated her neckline in a way that he noticed the cleavage from her C breasts coming from the white blouse, with top two buttons undone. She had put on a little more weight since having Gerrard, but her ivory-hued body distributed her curves in a way that was even more sexy. Slightly thicker at the hips, she could still be a model for an underwear catalog.
"Certainly, my dear," he responded after patting her shapely butt and flashing a smirk.
Mathew went for Gerrard, who was in his crib smiling with a rattle gently shaking in his hand. Mathew nuzzled his baby boy. Gerry was one of the easiest kids a parent could have, often sleeping through the night, and actually eating his food instead of throwing it around the room. Mathew set him up in his chair, served Claire and himself, and sipped his wine while giving applesauce to junior.
Claire came out in a silky, floral robe, her hair in a ponytail, smelling of lilacs after a quick rinse of her face. They chatted about their days between feeding junior. Mathew told of promotions for several partners, while Claire talked about the upcoming three-day conference on teaching high school for students who didn't speak English as a first language.
The couple were happy to have their nanny, Lena, come stay with them as Claire was gone. Lena, a transplant from Romania, was a freshman at NYU, and Gerrard seemed to love her. They were happy to help Lena pay for college in return for her attentiveness and good care.
After dinner, Mathew washed the dishes as Claire put Gerry to sleep. They both sat on the couch, sipping the rest of the wine and looking out at the lights of New York as Vivaldi played in the background.
Claire loosened her ponytail as Mathew nibbled on her ears with his lips and rest his hand on her thigh as robe parted to allow her white skin glow in the moonlight.
"We often don't get to do this anymore," Claire said after a soft giggle.
"I know we've been busy, hon," Mathew said. "But if I get this promotion at work then we'll be able to spend more time together. You are growing more beautiful than the day I first met you, and..."
Claire shut him off with a kiss, not wanting to waste more time. Her tongue intertwined with his as her hand snuck down and released him from his trousers. He didn't even take off his shirt as she moved to the floor and laid down in the moonlight, gazing at him as her legs flowed out from her loose robe and chest grew full of wind with excitement.
Mathew kneeled before his bride as she put her hand between her thighs, through a patch of thin, black, curly hair and manipulated her clitoris. She smelled like tulips in the spring. He kissed the tops of her feet as she breathed, alternately kissing and caressing her calves, knees, and thighs, traveling upward until they were face-to-face.
Claire bit her lip as Mathew nestled his penis against her labia, entering slowly after she nodded directly into his eyes. She dug her heels into his back as he thrust into her hips and she pressed her lips to his, wide-open eyes looking into his.
As the top of her robe fell to the side, Mathew could see Claire's bright pink nipples sit atop her heavy breasts. As he felt her slippery vagina squeeze, engulfing the thrusts of his penis, he cupped her left breast in his hand, tickling the nipple as his fingers gripped it's girth.
Claire felt hot to the core as she edged her fingers between Mathew's loins and her soft rosebud. Initially, she pinched her clit and cried in wondrous pain before realizing she was about to wake the baby. She clenched her curvy thighs around his waist as she flicked her clit and whispered in his ear.
"I love you," she said, going to savor the juicy softness of his lips as she looked at him with her dark lashes
Mathew brushed aside the damp strands of hair from his face, kissed as his tongue probed her mouth in response. He could feel her spasming, the muscles of her vagina alternately grasping and releasing his penis as she wiggled her hips to his thrusts. He lowered his lips to graze her ear, sweat dripping off his brow as he whispered, "You are my one and only."
Claire's toes curled and her legs tensed as Mathew locked his lips around hers to keep her volume down. As electricity emanated from her warm, wet core, she pulled her hand away from her clitoris and grabbed Mathew's butt with ferocity, digging her nails in as he shot his semen into her, a flood of warmth rushing to her cervix.
Mathew gasped with release as Claire's womanhood took in his semen, almost milking his penis after flood after flood of warmth raced through his body and into hers. Her tightening nails drew blood on his ass as their bodies tensed together in delirium.
After both their breaths returned to normal, Mathew picked up his bride and took her to the shower. Starting a slightly cool stream of water flowing down his lover's body. She shivered slightly as he held her up in his arms while he gently soaped her hair and massaged her head. The ivory color of her skin glistened under a lather of soap as he whispered in her ear, "I love you."
After rinsing and toweling off, Claire and Mathew snuggled in bed, catching a fit of sleep before kissing goodbye at 6 am the next day so that she could catch the flight to her conference. Mathew knew it was a short time away, but that he would be waiting on edge for his lover to return home. The slight tingling in his crotch from the previous night persisted.
Such a shame that he had to go to work....
Lena dropped by later that morning to check in with Mathew before he returned to his practice. She was wearing a simple pink summer dress with spaghetti-straps over her shoulder, her straight shoulder-length reddish hair put up in chopsticks.
"Mr. Parker, you look like you are fatigued," Lena said. "I bet you miss your wife, but work will keep your mind busy. I can clean the house while you are gone"
