All the Time (11 page)

“I’m going upstairs to change clothes,”
Monica continued in a strangled voice. “While I’m gone, why don’t
you start browning the meat?” She turned and left the kitchen.

“What meat?” Tracey’s voice followed Monica
up the steps.

“Meat.” The word made her think about two
large, hot cocks fucking her at the same time.

Halfway up the stairs, Monica began tugging
at her constricting clothing.
Oh, my God
.

She could barely breathe and Tracey was
waiting for an answer.
Answer her, or she'll
come
looking for you and see you nearly naked.

Monica took a deep breath. "There's hamburger
in a package on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. Brown it and
we'll have tacos tonight.”

Monica rushed up the remaining steps, slammed
her bedroom door and threw her blouse and bra on the floor. The
remainder of her clothes soon followed. She opened her bedside
drawer and took out her clit-tickler dildo, lubed it up and went to
work on her sex-starved clit.

* * * *

Mike tied the apron strings around his waist
and opened the refrigerator. “Sweetheart, is chicken okay?”

Lainie walked into the kitchen, stood behind
him and plastered her hot body against his back. Wiggling her hips,
she brushed her pubic hair against his naked butt and thighs. “Love
your outfit, darling,” she said with a giggle.

“Stop Lainie. I know what you’re thinking,
and I don’t have time right this minute. I’m trying to make
dinner.” He swatted a hand behind him hoping to move his sex
starved wife away. It didn’t work.

Lainie lifted her hips in a mimic of her
husband’s movements when they made love and rubbed her mound
against his ass.

“Lainie,” Mike said sternly, slamming the
refrigerator door. “We just finished making love for crying out
loud. Now stop it.” He turned and wrapped his strong arms around
her slender body. “I’m hungry. What do you want to eat?”

Lainie brushed her breasts across his chest,
“Mmmhmm.”

“Fine, I've decided...we're having chicken.”
Mike was determined to ignore her advances.

They had just finished a rigorous love-fest
not fifteen minutes earlier and he was past exhaustion. He’d worked
hard all day and then Lainie had wrung him dry. All he wanted to do
was fix a little dinner and collapse in front of the TV for the
rest of the evening.

Lainie pouted prettily, “You know, if I had a
penis I’d share it…all the time.”

“Yeah, I know. You never let me forget.” He
gave her an indulgent smile. “But, you don’t, honey…so, get over
it.” He put his strong hands on Lainie’s slender shoulders and
turned her toward the cabinets. “Put your apron on so you don't get
burned and set the table, darling. I'll fix us some dinner. And,
for crissake, keep your pretty hands to yourself.” When she
frowned, Mike realized he’d probably sounded harsher than he should
have, but, shit, he couldn't help it, he was dog tired.

Lainie moved away, but not before she had the
last word. “Well, I
would
share it…if I had one, Mike. All
the time.”

“Sure, baby. I know. But, as I just said…you
don’t. So, get over it,” Mike said and dropped a heavy skillet onto
a burner. Lainie jumped at the racket, but didn't move. Good thing
he hadn't gotten the flat-top stove he'd been thinking about
purchasing, because he probably would have cracked it.

He opened the cupboard to the left of the
stove and brought out a bottle of olive oil. Pouring a dollop of
oil into the heating pan, he said calmly, “Chicken, peppers and
olives over penne. Take it or leave it.”

Her body language made it very clear she
longed to continue the argument, but he didn’t give her the
satisfaction of rebuttal. The male in him knew he was right. She
didn’t have a cock and never would. Why did she even bother to
argue about it? She’d just have to get over the fact he was the
keeper of the royal sword, and she was at his mercy when it came to
sex. Unless, of course, she wanted to pleasure herself, and she’d
told him more than once, self-gratification was okay, but she
preferred screwing.

Lainie managed to hold her sulk for a quite
some time, even going so far as to verbally damn him for being
right. Funny thing about the whole argument, Mike didn’t exactly
enjoy always being correct. If only there was a way to give her the
cock and balls she longed for.

Lainie sighed and pulled two plates out of
the cabinet. “Here or on the table?” she asked holding the plates
in one hand, her other hand at her narrow waist.

He turned and grinned. Little minx. She had
to know she looked as sexy as hell standing there naked as the day
she was born, full breasts proudly displayed; nipples all pouty
from the torture of his fingers and mouth a short time ago. Hadn't
he told her to put on an apron? Where was it?

“I’ll take them, honey. Thanks.” He held out
a hand. “If you don't want to put on an apron, why don’t you go put
on your robe and slippers? You'll get cold standing around in the
nude.”

“I’m fine, thanks. Don’t you like looking at
me, darling?” She turned slowly to give him the full effect of her
stunning body.

“Are you kidding? Of course I do, you're
gorgeous,” he said kissing the corner of her mouth and getting a
smile for his efforts.

Mike loved every curve and plane of her
slender body. He couldn’t get enough of touching her, loving her.
She was so lovely, so soft and feminine. Touching her was sheer
heaven. The smooth silk of her skin, the slope of her breast, the
peak of her nipples–everything about his wife fascinated him. He
loved the feel of her woman’s body in his hands and under his
body.

He let his eyes drift over the fullness of
her rosy tipped breasts and felt a touch of envy at the perfection
of her body.

Lainie’s lips tipped in a delectable moue and
Mike couldn’t help but grin; she was so cute when she pouted.

“As I said, sweetheart, I enjoy looking at
you. I just thought you might want to cover up before you get sick
or the neighbors see us naked again. The last thing I want is for
you to come down with a sore throat or a nasty chest cold on my
account.”

“Oh, all right,” she groused. “I’ll go put on
something, but I can guarantee you it isn’t going to be much. I
have plans for us later tonight.” Lainie turned and flounced out of
the kitchen, her little butt jiggling enticingly with each
step.

Shit, not again? His body was begging for
respite. Why couldn’t she understand? He was thirty-five and not
seventeen. His cock ached from hard use and, to be honest, he
wasn’t in the mood. “Hmmm,” was all Mike could manage without
barking at her to leave him the hell alone. What good would it do?
When it came to sex, Lainie never listened to him. Okay, so he
shouldn’t complain. There were many men out there who wished they
were in his shoes. But, damn it all, Lainie was insatiable and she
was wearing him the hell out.

* * * *

Later in their room after dinner, Mike was
able to satisfy Lainie with an hour long session of oral sex
leaving her limp and languid. And, as he closed his eyes and
drifted off to sleep from exhaustion, all he could think about was
now maybe she’d back off for a day or two.

The following morning as the sun crept its
way up over the horizon, Mike woke to find his wife’s hot mouth
wrapped around his cock. She sucked and licked with expertise until
his cock was standing straight and tall. She held him gently and
threw her left leg over his hips and eased her body over his penis.
He slipped into her dark heat and as she enclosed him in her hot
body, Mike realized he was no longer tired or sore.

Thanking the gods who’d blessed him with a
cock of enviable proportion and response, Mike raised his hips and
shoved deep into her welcoming body.

A great sigh escaped her lips as the knob of
his shaft touched her cervix and her internal muscles gripped him
tight enough to bring a cry to Mike’s lips.

“Oh, God! Lainie…!”

The burning feeling deep in his balls
forewarned of his building climax. He bucked his hips and her body
answered clasping him tight and deep.

“Ahhhh…There, baby. There. Like that.
More…more…mmmooorrreee,” Lainie’s cry echoed through the silent
house.

Would this climax be so overwhelming she
wouldn’t need to beg him for more? Would he ever be able to satisfy
her? Mike was beginning to think he would never be able to totally
please Lainie. One question continued to plague him; if he did
manage to satisfy her, would he survive the experience?

* * * *

Mike found it hard to concentrate as he
negotiated traffic on his way to work. He was only a few minutes
late.

What a start to the day. All he could do was
thank his lucky stars he had survived the morning. More than once
this morning while they were in the throes of yet another climax,
he'd been afraid he had fucked himself to death. For a couple of
seconds he'd actually seen stars.

But, what a way to go.

The moment he pulled into his regular spot at
work, Mike picked up his cell phone and punched in his wife’s
private number. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel waiting
impatiently for her to answer. The line was busy and Mike felt a
certain sense of let-down. He’d been looking forward to hearing her
sensual voice one more time before he started his work day.

His phone call rolled over to her voice mail.
He never felt satisfaction dealing with Lainie’s voice mail, but
sometimes he had no choice.

His nose tickled and as he rubbed the tip, he
realized her essence was still on his fingers even though he’d
washed his hands before leaving the house. Light and slightly
musky, the scent gave him a hard-on. Just thinking about her honey
running over his hands as he had made love to her earlier could
affect him dramatically. Yes, his wife could annoy him with her
incessant demands for sexual gratification, but in the end he had
to admit she was a perfect lover.

Not only was Lainie good, no, make that
fabulous, as a lover she was all he'd ever wanted. His love for her
was deep and the thought of her not in his life was enough to make
him sick.

There had to be some way he could give her
what she desired.

A cock.

Unsure how to accomplish the impossible, Mike
shrugged his shoulders and opened the car door. He stuffed his tiny
cell phone in his coat pocket, picked up his briefcase and headed
toward the modern glass and steel office building he called home
during the day. He had a packed schedule and no time left to mull
over his wife's unhappiness with her genitalia. It wasn’t his doing
she was a woman. It was simply a quirk of fate and chromosomes.

He stood waiting impatiently for the
elevator. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could
avoid eavesdropping on the conversation of the two women standing
next to him. It didn't seem to bother them if he, or anyone else
for that matter, listened to their discussion.

So he, unabashedly, eavesdropped. It wasn't
long before he realized they were discussing Valentine's Day.

The elevator stopped at his floor and Mike
stood for a moment deep in thought. Shit, he’d totally forgotten.
Candy and roses would never do. He’d done them before. This year
his gift had to be something special. But, what?

“Mr.? Isn't this your floor?"

"Uh, oh thanks," he said and got out just
before the doors slammed shut.

He'd made the trip to his office so many
times, he could do it in his sleep. But, he was surprised to look
up and see his secretary staring at him.

"Mornin’, Rita.”

“Good morning, Mike,” she said with her usual
warm smile. “Can I get you a coffee?”

“Sounds good. Thanks.” He took the mail she
held out. “Anything important in this mess?” he asked, thumbing
through the stack of papers.

“No, just the usual whining and fussing from
the districts.”

“Okay.” He shuffled through the paperwork
once again. After the scathing memo he'd sent to all his districts,
he'd expected pointed responses from the managers. So far not one
had bothered to reply. He had to grind his teeth to keep from
firing every last dimwit of them. As much as he hated to travel, he
was going to have to get on a plane and go out a rattle a few
cages. He was not in a great mood for a long, boring trip.

Rita's smile faded. “What wrong, Mike? It's
not like you to be frowning this early in the morning. I went
through all the mail and nothing struck me as too serious. Was I
wrong?"

He made an effort to smile. “No. I did think
we'd hear something from those loafers after the letter I sent them
all, but so far zilch."

He tipped his head back and silently studied
the ceiling. "On another note, I heard some women talking on the
elevator this morning about Valentine’s Day. I didn’t realize it
was sneaking up on us and I have nothing unique to give to
Lainie."

Rita smiled. "I could find her something
nice."

"No, when it comes to my wife, I don't expect
you to do my shopping." He looked at the calendar on her desk.
"Here it is, February already. Time flies when you’re having
fun.”

“Hmmm. How about a necklace? Or, maybe some
flowers,” she offered.

Mike exhaled and waved the paper’s helplessly
in front of him. “No, I’ve done flowers. I want something
different…something special. A necklace might be nice. What about a
necklace with a tiny gold charm?” In a flash of brilliance, he had
it…a penis charm would be perfect for Lainie. Would George
Hallstone sculpt a suggestive charm like a phallus? And, even if
George was willing, he wouldn't have much time to produce it. Oh
hell. Whatever it cost, it was worth it to please Lainie.