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Some years later…
“Thank you for coming to this with me,” Donna called out as she stepped into the hotel bathroom where Josh was finishing his shower.
“Why wouldn’t I come to this?” he asked with real confusion from behind the shower curtain. She’d made it clear how important this was to her and he wasn’t in the habit of ignoring what was clearly a priority to her.
“Because it’s a wedding for my uber religious much younger male cousin who I don’t even really like and haven’t seen in years,” she explained as she got to work on her makeup and hair – a quick but sleek chignon and light rouge which accentuated her cheekbones and matched the dress she was planning to wear. “Plus, it was kind of a production getting a babysitter for the kids on Valentines Day weekend and all.”
“When I signed up to be your husband, I knew this would be part of the deal,” he announced magnanimously before adding, “Well, maybe not the Valentines Day part of it. I thought that would involve roses and a nice dinner, not a hotel room in the Midwest and your family. But there’s other ways to show you love your wife, I guess,” he mused over the rumble of the pipes.
“Well, thank you anyway. Even though I don’t really like Nick, I’m actually kind of excited about going. All my cousins who I haven’t seen in years will be there.”
“Hey, you go, I go, that’s part of the deal.”
“And I appreciate that,” she told him before pivoting. “I’m going to go get dressed. I don’t mean to rush you, but we kind of need to get going if we’re going to make it to the ceremony on time.”
“Yep, right,” he agreed as he shut off the water, pulled a towel from the rack into the shower and began drying off. Having dusted most of the water droplets off himself, Josh tied his towel around his waist, took her now empty place at the mirror and got to work on his, much quicker routine which, in his rush, involved only a blow dryer, deodorant, a dab of aftershave and some hair pomade.
“I set your suit out on the bed,” Donna informed him as she returned to the bathroom and peered into the mirror as she added earrings and a necklace.
“Donna… your dress,” Josh said in a halting voice.
Donna looked down at the dress she’d selected for the wedding. It was form-fitting and cherry red with an asymmetrical cut out just over her collarbone. The color was cheerful and appropriate for a happy event on Valentines Day weekend, but the cut was just tight enough to tease at what was underneath. Just because she was a married mom of two didn’t mean she couldn’t be proud of her figure.
“What? I like to tart it up for a wedding.”
“You look amazing,” he returned dreamily as he reached out and touched her silhouette ever so reverently.
She smiled back at him softly before running a hand along the soft, freshly-shaven skin of his cheek.
“You’re sweet,” she said affectionately before she plucked some lint the towel had left behind just below his ear and gave him a soft kiss before returning to her make up bag.
“The color reminds me of the night we first met,” he continued, still engrossed with the sight of her. When she turned back to him he did the little wiggle in front of her that she knew was him trying to come on to her, which was regrettable since they were already running late. The church her cousin had selected for the wedding mass was strangely about 45 minutes from the hotel where the reception would be.
“I’m all nice and clean,” he served up when she didn’t respond. They’d been together long enough to have developed their own language around sex, so she knew what that was code for.
“I’m not going to be late to my cousin’s wedding because I was blowing you a hotel bathroom.”
“We can move to the bed…” he offered. “And, I’d be quick.”
He dropped his towel suggestively.
She watched his erection grow before her eyes and arched an appreciative eyebrow at him, but returned to the task of applying a shade of lipstick that matched her dress. Privately he was getting to her, though. She was gratified to know that after all these years, he still felt that way about her and could demonstrate it so quickly and visually, but she also didn’t mind making him wait a little. He always was a person who enjoyed something more if he had to work for it and after all these years she knew that she was something worth waiting for.
“I’m serious, you look really good in that dress,” he said from where he’d come up behind her. Taking care not to muss her hair, he dropped a fresh kiss on her neck.
Pretending she barely noticed, she reached for a tissue to blot her lips primly. “Why thank you.”
“I mean, really, really good,” he continued as he ran his hands down her sides and spent a little extra time squeezing her ass.
Donna turned to face him, dislodging his hands. She studied his face for a minute as she ran her hands along the planes of his chest, through the hair that dotted his pecs.
“You have been exceptionally nice to me,” she said, pretending to debate her choices before she slid to the floor. She landed her knees, but when she felt the cold, hard linoleum of the hotel bathroom floor, she thought better of it and adjusted to a deep squat in front of him.
Looking up at him through her lashes, she pumped his erection a few times with her hand. “Is this what you want?”
She leaned forward as she said it, letting her warm breath curl around the tip.
He nodded eagerly.
“And I should do this for you, why?”
“Because you just told me how much you appreciated my coming to this wedding and I didn’t complain or grumble or make any mean jokes about how Nick is just getting married so he can have sex. And, you want to show me your appreciation for my inhuman levels of restraint.”
Donna raised her eyebrow again, “You want me to give you head before we go to his wedding as some sort of statement about your level of restraint?”
“Ok, so my argument needs some work.”
Donna smiled knowingly, but continued working him with her hand. The sensations she was producing were starting to get to him. He clenched his fists at his sides in an effort not to touch her, then he closed his eyes and let his head fall back for a moment, before she spoke again.
“Look at me Josh,” she commanded, just as she opened her mouth, painted so prettily with the red lipstick and drew her tongue all the way up the underside of his cock from his balls to the tip which she swirled gently. She repeated the action backwards once before taking the entire tip in her mouth and sealing her lips around it.
“You’re gonna kill me, baby,” he groaned as she hollowed out her, cheeks sucking the tip as she kept pumping his shaft.
“Hmm,” she hummed in agreement. It was all he could do to stop himself bucking into her mouth when he felt the vibrations.
“Just like that,” he crooned. She hummed assent, but she dropped the hand that was pumping him to her knee to help steady herself and bobbed a few times before taking him fully down her throat, and burying her nose in the curls at the base of his shaft.
“Jesus, God, Donna, you’re, you feel amazing.”
He was starting to shake, and Donna knew what was coming. With flourish, she popped off him, leaving him wide-eyed and confused.
“And, that’s all for now, otherwise the bride is going to beat us down the aisle and that’s bad form. I won’t have all my relatives looking at us curiously wondering what we’ve been doing to make us late.”
She patted his still hard erection and stood abruptly.
“Donna,” he whined as his brain caught up to what she was doing.
“Deal with it.”
“What am I going to do with this?”
“I don’t know, recite the Constitution? You can start by putting your clothes on, though.”
He never should have told her that in his younger days he would find himself reciting the Constitution or baseball statistics to will away errant erections.
“I was so close, can’t you just finish me off?”
“If I finished you off you were going to get me all messed up,” she explained.
“I wasn’t, I could be careful!”
“Even if you could, you’d have already got what you wanted and you’d be no use to me tonight when I’m tipsy and in the mood.”
“I promise, I won’t,” he practically begged.
“We’re late, let’s go,” she announced brokering no additional argument. It was all he could to do scramble after her, throw on his suit and go. It was going to be an even longer wedding than he’d anticipated.
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“Do you think Nick’s getting laid for the first time ever right now?” Josh asked with an amused, slightly mocking lilt as they stumbled out of the elevator and onto the floor where their hotel room was.
The wedding and reception had been a success by most standards. The ceremony itself was long, stuffy and filled with pre-Vatican II elements that left, Donna, a long non-practicing cradle Catholic, leaning over to her sister to ask what the heck was going on several times. Her sister just shrugged as they found themselves mostly staring at the backs of an astounding 5 priests, which left Donna wondering why the one who gave the homily was so bad at it. A joke about avoiding fights by taking a vacation and leaving the bride in Paris and going home without her? Surely there could have been a better option in the lot?
The reception had been much better. The hotel caterers had run out of food early, but were well stocked with Tito’s and the wedding band was one of the best Donna had ever seen in her life. She and Josh had both been well served with drinks, dancing and her several of her equally wiseass family members before they decided it was time to call it a night and return to their room.
“First, they’re newly married, I think they’d call that making love,” Donna frowned. “Second, that’s gross, there’s not enough free vodka in the world that would make me ok with thinking about them having sex.”
She held out her hand for the key card and swiped it in the lock.
“Well I wouldn’t have brought it up if his best man hadn’t devoted half his toast to praising the couple for saving themselves til marriage,” Josh defended.
“Aww,” she patted his cheek gently, also steadying herself. “Are you sad you didn’t save yourself for marriage,” Donna teased as the door to their room closed behind them.
“I think I would have died if I had. If not, I’d have been a very bitter person,” he said as he threw his jacket over the chair in the corner and began loosening his tie.
Donna laughed at the mental image and sunk onto the bed. “It’s funny they make such a big deal about it.”
“I was seriously considering heckling the best man. “Literally no one cares except you!””
“Well, my aunt and the FIVE priests probably did,” Donna mused as she kicked off her heels and stretched out her feet. “One of them was in the buffet line behind me and had my gaydar going off the charts. As I was waiting for the server to cut me a piece of roast beef, I almost leaned over and said, “You know it’s ok to suck a dick. In fact, it’s really pretty fun. I just did it a few hours ago.”
She burst into laughter at her own joke and let herself fall back on the bed. She was just this side of tipsy and things were pleasantly spinny and light.
“Speaking of that, I’ve been suffering all afternoon and night because of you.”
He moved to stand in front of her at the foot of the bed and looked down at her as he took out his cufflinks and began to unbutton his dress shirt.
“You poor baby,” she crooned up at him from the bed teasingly.
“I spent most of that ceremony trying not to imagine what taking this dress off you would be like,” he said as he abandoned his work on his shirt and toyed with the hem of her dress.
“What a thing to think about at a wedding like that.”
She locked eyes with him as he finished the job of taking off his shirt, noticing but not mentioning the lipstick stains she could see faintly at the hem.
“I think you need to finish what you started,” he informed her in his authoritative voice. She could see how his eyes had darkened and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“I do, do I?” she parried back playfully as she toed the button of his pants with her foot which was still covered in her black patterned stockings.
“Yes, I think you do,” he said as he grabbed her calf and held it just far enough away from him that she couldn’t reach the front of his pants any longer.
The petulant side of her considered starting over with her other foot, but instead she stilled and waited to see where he was going to take things.
“Weren’t you listening today? Didn’t you hear when the guy in the robe said submit to your husband?” he continued, still holding her leg just out of reach.
“I was listening today, in fact, I heard the priest explain that the root of the Greek word actually meant support. I also heard him describe wives being the supporting columns in the Parthenon.”
“And you could show your support by finishing what you started,” he concluded for her.
She felt his fingers flex against her skin, the barest sensation that sent sparks of anticipation through her. She bit her lip and fought to maintain composure in the hope that he would be the first to crack.
“See, I don’t know how the Parthenon equates to blow jobs.”
“He said the husband is head of his wife. Pretty sure that’s the same thing.”
“I don’t think so.” She gave him a suspicious look.
“You’re saying I didn’t listen?”
He moved his hand up her leg in one smooth motion so he was holding her thigh against his palm. The warmth of his hand and the knowledge that he could now see under her dress only ratcheted up her anticipation. She wasn’t wearing underwear under her stockings and she wondered if he could tell in the low light.
“No, I’m saying you probably just don’t understand. We’re talking New Testament, Josh, you’re Jewish,” she teased.
“You want to go Jewish? It’s a mitzvah to have sex on the Sabbath.”
“It’s 11 pm on a Saturday night. The Sabbath ended hours ago. Plus, I doubt your forefathers were talking about getting head.”
“You sure about that?” he challenged but she could see that his attention had strayed from the conversation.
“Husbands should love their wives as their own bodies,” she prodded, enjoying how he was ogling her long legs and what lay between.
“Oh, I never said anything about not loving your body,” he said without looking up. He began to massage at the muscle on her leg then, lightly, with his fingers only. “In fact, I can show you just how much I love your body as my own.”
He dropped her leg back onto the bed and shucked off his undershirt in one smooth motion. Inspired by his plan, Donna sat up and got to work on his pants, first pulling off his belt and undoing the button. He caught up with her in time to unzip and step out of them and his socks. As soon as he was down to his boxer shorts only, he lunged forward at her on the bed. One hand was back on her leg, creeping up her dress, the other was next to her head, holding him up as he captured her lips with his in a hungry kiss.
As the kiss escalated in a mix of teeth and tongues, she could feel his erection through her dress and his boxer shorts as he rutted up against her belly. She’d had a plan for how things would go tonight, she thought, but suddenly all her thoughts felt slippery and hard to hold on to as she let herself go in the sensation of him on top of her.
By the time he came up for air, he had her dress almost worked up to her chest where it was bunched up uncomfortably below her breasts. She pushed him off and sat up to pull it off, but he stopped her, preferring to unwrap his present himself. He tossed the dress behind him with flourish, not looking to see where it landed on the floor behind him. Instead, he focused on the exposed skin of her neck and chest which he teased with reverent swirls of his fingertips and gentle nips of his teeth before moving quickly to her legs. He worshipped them with his hands for a few long moments as he seemed to consider his next move.
“Like what you see?” she asked, encouraging him along.
“Yeah, these are hot,” he answered, clearly referring to her black stockings. She’d bought them for $15 on a whim about two years ago at the drug store mostly because she liked the idea of them. They were a statement piece, too flashy to wear to work and as such, she hadn’t found a reason to wear them until now.
By now he could clearly tell she wasn’t wearing anything under them, but he seemed to be taking him winding her up anyway, as he worked to touch everything except where she really wanted him.
“Josh,” she prodded with a whine.
“Donna,” he whined back petulantly.
“I’m just saying, you’re camped down there and I’m waiting.”
“Oh, now who’s eager? All day I had to deal with your aftermath and now you can’t even take what, 15 minutes of waiting?” he taunted lightly, but he did it so close to her she could feel his hot breath on her skin. “What do you want?”
“I want you to kiss it.”
“Like this?” he asked as he reached down for a sucking kiss right in the crease where her thigh met her center. “Or this?” he asked again as he repeated the action on the other side. While frustrating, he was winding her up more and he knew it.
Her hands had migrated to his hair and she pulled at it in an effort to redirect him to the aching bundle of nerves in the middle. After a few slow moments of torture, he complied, sucking at her through the nylon.
“God, you’re wet,” he swore.
“You can make it wetter,” she goaded.
“How much do you care about these?” he asked, tugging at her stockings.
How much did she care about them? They weren’t that expensive. She could get more, right?
“I don’t?”
“Good,” he said decisively. Then, putting his hands dangerously close to some very sensitive areas, he tugged, watching the crotch of her stockings come apart between his hands with a satisfying rip.
“Josh!” she exclaimed with shock, but his name died on her lips as he got to work with his own.
She was already so wound up that when he touched her with no barrier, she immediately arched off the bed in ecstasy. When he added his fingers and stroked her just so, she felt herself start to come apart around him. He was the fiddler, she was the fiddle.
Her release was sharp and strong, coaxed longer by subtle movements he continued making inside her.
When her eyes fluttered open, she found his face where he was lingering over her.
“Good?” he asked. “I loved your body like my own?”
“It was never in question.”
Affirmed, he collapsed next to her on the bed, stretching out so he was comfortable. She reached for him through his boxer briefs. “What do you want?” It was partly a tease, partly a check in.
He leaned in to kiss her again. “You, however you’ll have me.”
His words made her heart squeeze in her chest. Even after years of marriage and children she couldn’t believe he still loved her so fully.
“I love you so much,” she told him as she traced his lips with her fingers.
“I love you, too,” he said before he caught the pad of her thumb gently between her teeth.
Donna’s eyes flashed to his and she considered her options as to what to do next. She felt restless, like she could come again and would like to, but she also felt bad that she’d let the promise of giving Josh head linger all day without making good on it. Josh was always flexible about his expectations when it came to her and sex. His definition of sex was broad and he liked a good variety of things so she believed him when he’d said he wanted her however she was willing, but Donna still wanted to make his “suffering” worthwhile.
Resolved to her course of action, Donna sat up and removed her bra which had begun to get uncomfortable. She shifted and tugged at her stockings to remove them, too, but Josh stopped her. “Leave ‘em on. They’re sexy.”
She looked down at where the waistband was bunched up on her stomach and frowned. She didn’t see the appeal, but she was willing to go along with it if he preferred it.
“Oh, ok.”
On shaky legs, she rose to her knees and straddled him backwards, sitting on his stomach and facing his feet. As sexy as it was to get on her knees in front of him, she wasn’t sure her legs would hold her in that position.
She leaned forward and helped him struggle out of his boxer shorts, then resettled onto him and bent over to reach down to stroke him.
As she did, she felt his hands on her, massaging her and using palms to pull her apart, revealing her most intimate parts to him. She also felt the seam of the stockings give way further.
“Now this is a view I like,” he murmured lecherously.
She smacked his leg.
“What, I can’t appreciate how my wife looks?”
“That is absolutely not what you meant.”
Instead of responding verbally, he pulled on her thighs and encouraged her to lengthen her spine, moving her center closer to his face. She widened her stance and complied, resting her stomach on his and spreading herself out above him.
She felt her body start to react to his words and his hands which were fumbling blindly for her nipples. Trying not to squirm too much, she reached for his erection and lowered her mouth to it, licking the precum off the tip with her tongue as she began working him with her hand.
“God, that feels good,” he groaned in response to her attention as he absently twiddled with her nipples, first rolling them between his fingers then tugging and pinching more aggressively as he began to get more aroused. He seemed to be trying to spur her on. Donna was trying her best to work slowly, though. After what she’d done to him all day, she knew if she went too hard or fast he’d be ready to explode in minutes and that wasn’t her goal. Instead she wanted to find a way to lengthen and build his pleasure. To draw it out and make it worth the wait.
When she felt she couldn’t slow her actions any longer, she began to work him harder and faster and he responded in kind, moving his hands back up to her thighs, gripping them hard and then reaching over them to pull her inner lips apart. She shivered involuntarily with lust and she felt herself clench around nothing, something he could surely see even in the dim light of the room.
Sure enough, she felt his lips close around her clit and his finger probing her asshole when she swallowed him and began sucking in earnest. She found herself rocking into his face in time with her hand which pumped at the part of his shaft she didn’t have in her mouth. Heat built in her already sensitive nerves and soon she was squirming trying to direct the friction of his tongue while still concentrating on sucking at him.
It felt incredible and, despite her focus on what she was doing to him, she felt the coil in her low belly winding again. Surprised, but uninhibited in her pleasure, she let herself go. Surrendering to the feeling and mindlessly moaning around his shaft.
When she felt her crest coming, she released him from her mouth but kept pumping with her hand as she ground herself back into his face and mouth forcing him exactly where she needed him. Even if she could have told him not to stop, she knew he couldn’t have. She gripped him tightly and let herself go in a guttural moan as her second release rushed over her in an explosion of heat and bliss.
As soon as he could tell she was coming he let himself go, too, spurting all over her hands and his belly. In the moment there wasn’t anything she could do about it, she was frozen as she chased the last waves of her release, but after she rode out the crest she laved at him with her mouth and tongue, both cleaning him and prolonging his pleasure.
Completely spent, she collapsed on top of him and heaved air into her lungs.
“Jesus, that was…” Josh swore when he regained his own breath.
“Did I serve you as my headship?” she teased halfheartedly.
“Donna, you know I was just joking. When I married you, even before, I never saw you as anything but an equal…” he sputtered seriously.
“I know. I was joking, too.”
Finally able to do more than breathe, she rolled off him onto her back and immediately arched up to slip off her ruined stockings. Josh watched her intently, unable anything but leer at her.
“When we get home, you should buy more of those,” he said referring to the stockings. “I have other ideas about what we can do with them.”
“You do, eh?”
“Yeah, they involve you and the bedpost,” he said.
“That certainly gives new meaning to ‘to have and to hold,’” she mused.
“What can I say, I take my marriage vow very seriously, Mrs. Lyman.”
“You certainly do, Mr. Lyman,” she said as she leaned over to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. “Every day I’m glad I’m yours and you’re mine to hold.”