“Perfect!” She declared as she clanked the small fork onto the plate. “Much like it’s creator.”
Morgan rolled his eyes, unable to take praise seriously. He cleared the table once again and began tidying away some other cooking paraphernalia. Lisa appeared behind him and placed an arm around his waist onto his torso. “Leave it. I’ll clean in the morning.” He turned around to face her and found a smiling face of adoration boring her beautiful pale blue eyes into his. “Take your wine and go to the lounge. Put a record on.” She handed him a glass and then kissed him lightly on the lips. “I’ll be through in a bit.”
Morgan strolled casually to the lounge, removing his shoes by the front door as he passed. As he shuffled through records he heard Lisa tiptoe upstairs followed by the scrape of the bathroom door across the floor. He selected a worn Aretha best of, placed it on the turntable, began the mechanism and managed to wipe the disc clean before the needle dropped onto a crackly surface which cleaned up a few bars into Chain Of Fools. He picked up his wine and fell back into the armchair, enjoying the flavours of his meal in his mouth, the lightest trace of Lisa on his lips, diluted with the next sip.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Looking at it, he saw it was some meaningless Facebook notification. With a swipe and a prod of the thumb he flight-moded the device and threw it on the coffee table. He was done with the world for the night. Aretha was singing Angel when he heard Lisa descend the staircase. He looked up to see the woman standing in the doorway. The jumpsuit was gone. The bra too, displaying her model perfect breasts which curved almost cartoonishly and centred around two perfect flesh tone silver dollar areoles and peaked on her perfect studded nipples. All that remained was jewellery, panties and Jimmy Choos. Morgan ran his eyes down the glamorous sight of his wife (his wife!), naked to her panties; the jewellery giving her body a diamond sparkle. He took an extra beat to appreciate her ankles; still strapped up in the glamorous shoes and with the small ankle chain delicately adorning on the right. Surely these ankles were amongst the highest quality known to the world. Who would have thought that ankles could be such a turn-on? She stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame once again, there for her husband’s pleasure. She gave him ample time to leer and then walked straight over to him and dropped herself in his lap and threw her arms around his neck. He was instantly aroused by the weight of her ass in his groin and the fact that she’d refreshed her lipstick and perfume. She was so glamorous and his attraction to her was whole and consuming.
“Hey, Daddy number 1!” She said cutely.
This was an on going joke which she was repurposing. It was Jeanie who offhandedly called him “Daddy number two” a few months ago. It was a funny moment that summed the girl’s innocence up and Morgan had felt in no way belittled by it. But Lisa had silently vowed to alter the hierarchy. He smiled at the joke. She pouted seriously, unwilling to laugh at how horny she was.
“What? You think I’m joking? I ain’t joking. You’re my Number 1 Daddy!” She kissed him lightly on the lips as she brought his hand around her torso. “Hold me Daddy!” She employed every tactic to turn him on: wriggling in his lap, moving close to him so he was mere centimetres from her skin and breathing in his face. They kissed properly now, lipstick be damned, wet tongues touching as he groped her firmly, smoothing his hands across her body. It was a long and lurid kiss full of lust and teasing sensuality. Morgan made the unusual move of tracing a finger all the way down her leg to her ankle which he caressed lightly, toying with the bracelet. The kiss broke off and he took her breast in his hand gently. He admired the pendant that hung lightly between her breasts as they breathed deeply into each other’s eyes. At first he held her pointy nipple in his palm but then cupped his fingers under the lower curve and stroked the nipple lightly with his thumb, staring her in the eyes the whole time.
“I love it when we kiss, baby!” she told him. “Let’s go upstairs. I wanna make you feel good.”
Sex in the living room was perfectly possible, they’d proved that in the past. In fact they’d christened almost every corner and raised surface of their home in the short time they’d lived here. But undoubtedly the bedroom afforded the most possibility for pleasure. He slapped her knees lightly in agreement and she rose from his lap, taking his hand as he stood up and leading him to the stairs and all the way up. As they ascended, he admired her perfect back and shoulders, watching her body twist slightly with each step. For most of the journey up the staircase her ass was at face level; that same wriggle made it impossible not to grope her with his free hand. She made no complaint.
Arriving in the bedroom she led him all the way to the foot of their super king size before turning to face him and then planting her lips firmly to his once again with unabashed lust and desire. Their mouths parted immediately and tongues began to massage wetness into each other. Morgan placed his hands around her in an embrace as they kissed, pulling her close, feeling her exquisite presence against him. The greatest of human pleasures – to hold a beautiful woman.
Lisa placed one hand around his neck to hold his head in place as she enthusiastically leant in to the kiss. With her other hand she fumbled with his shirt, working it slowly out from within his trousers and placing her hand against the soft down of his belly. Morgan spent about an hour or two a week with a kettlebell – nothing serious or overly transformative. But enough to tone a little and put on a good show for Lisa who insisted he perform in the exact spot where they currently stood as she lay on the bed of an evening. His belly was firm and Lisa was aroused by the muscular feel beneath her fingertips. The kiss continued lustfully and luxuriously as she worked the tie off and the buttons of his shirt open, all with one hand as he groped her ass with both of his. Occasionally they broke away only to stare into each other’s eyes. She narrowed hers to express her desire.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she said to him between kisses. “I’ve been daydreaming about the things you do to me.” He tried to contain himself with a deep breath and a low grumble of desire as he exhaled. In his jeans his cock filled the small amount of space available to it and pressed against the material, ready to be hatched. “Some days it’s all I can think about.” She paused, looking down at her hand under his shirt. “Do you like that just the thought of you waiting for me at home makes me wet?” she asked, looking up into his eyes with innocent curiosity.
Morgan nodded enthusiastically. He could empathise. He too suffered days where his desire overwhelmed him during her absence. The most painful of these was when Jeanie was with them; when it was not so easy to service himself. He’d learned to be strategic and make sure he had ejaculated prior to collecting Jeanie from school so that her Mother did not come home to an all too brief sexual encounter.