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A few minutes later he gathered the strength
to pull himself up giving her a few last slams before withdrawing
from her. Josie whimpered shivering hard. He admired what he had
done to her. Admired the gaping, come filled holes he had just
pounded. Admired the white nectar as it slid out of her. Josie
shivered looking back at him, watching his taking notice of his
handy work.

“More Doctor?” She whimpered. Grayson looked
at her kissing her softly.

“Friday. For now you need to rest.” He
slapped her ass again. “But your pussy will be pounded all day
long.” He said. Josie nodded biting her lip. He kissed her and
grabbed her phone off the night table.

“This better not be your husband.” He said
giving it to her. She lowered her head turning on the display.
John’s number popped up.

“Uh-oh.” Josie dialed it back and turned to
Grayson who looked a little nervous.

“Maggie.” Josie said when Maggie answered.
She listened as Maggie asked her about what Grace could eat.
Apparently she told Aunt Maggie that she was allowed dessert with
dinner. Something Josie never did because she knew Grace was a
dessert-aholic and would eat the sweets before the food. Once Josie
cleared that that wasn’t allowed, Maggie asked about their time so
far. After what they had just done Josie was blushing and told
Maggie it was all amazing right now.

She hung up without giving details like
Maggie had been begging for and grabbed her towel and the bottle,
joined Grayson in the shower. They ended up fucking again, twice,
before hitting nearly every room in the house. Including the living
room which saw the majority of their activity that day.

*~*~*~*

They relaxed the next day, spending it
kissing and snuggling in bed instead of having sex. Josie’s ass was
sore most of the day but if given the choice she would do it again,
a million times if she could. She’d never climaxed the way she
climaxed with doing anal.

Grayson fed her an apple slice while they
watched one of her sappy love movies on Lifetime. Normally he put
up a fight but he couldn’t today. He was too happy to be
annoyed.

“Do you remember how we met?” Josie
asked.

“Blind date.” He said smiling.

“Thanks to that weird hippie girl. What was
her name?”

“Becky.” Grayson said kissing her cheek.

“We should have made her our maid of honor.”
Josie looked into his eyes. Grayson chuckled. “I wouldn’t be so
damn happy if it weren’t for her.” Josie laid her head on his
shoulder. He kissed her lips softly.

“I remember her. Meeting her that night. I
was at a 90’s grunge themed party at that frat house.” She
continued.

“No you weren’t.” Grayson said.

“Yeah I was.”

“At the frat house on the north side of the
campus?” He said. Josie thought back trying to remember the campus.
She’d walked it a billion times but it was enormous. She couldn’t
really remember north or south.

“I think.” Josie said. “I just remember
meeting her and she looked at me and said: ‘I’ve got someone for
you. He’s perfect for you’, the next week I was sitting across from
you on our one and only date.”

“I didn’t see you at that party.” Grayson
said.

“I was there.” Josie smiled.

“I could have started this dream a week
earlier.” He flattered her. She nodded softly.

“We could have.” She said. He kissed her
temple. “I can’t believe how that could give me this. Beautiful
kids, a man who adores me and a life that gives me all the
happiness I can stand.”

“We do have it all. Struggles or not we have
each other and that makes it all better right.” Grayson said. Josie
nodded and snuggled into him. He held her tightly.

“I love being your husband.” He said. She
smiled softly.

“Not when I make you clean up dog poop.”
Josie said against his chest. He laughed.

“Yeah, not then.” He chuckled. She looked up
at him.

“I love you.” She whispered.

“I love you too.” Grayson smiled. She pursed
her lips and he kissed her tenderly.

Happily Josie laid her head on his chest
again looking down at the television. Grayson stroked her hair back
behind her ear.

*~*~*~*

Tuesday was bright and sunny. The birds were
live and active and the dogs just wanted to be outside. Grayson let
them out after cleaning the backyard and feeding them.

“Will you run to town for me?” Josie asked
Grayson when he returned from letting the dogs outside. He looked
up at her and gave her a soft smile.

“Yes.” He said. Josie kissed him.

“I’ll make a list.”

“I’ll take a shower.” He took her hand
tugging her toward the bathroom.

“No, baby. That’s later.” She smiled at him.
Grayson kissed her and walked into the bathroom. Tonight was her
turn and she planned to show him what he meant to her.

Grayson came out ten minutes later to find
her cleaning manically. Her Mary J. blasting, the house smelling
like lemons. She gave him the list and a kiss.

“Hurry back.” She said softly. Grayson read
over the list.

“Strawberries and whipped cream.” He
grinned. “You know how I love to lick whipped cream out of your-,”
She pressed her finger to his lips.

“Tonight’s about romance.” She said smiling.
Grayson kissed her finger.

“Be back soon.” He slapped her ass and
walked out. Josie smiled biting her lip and lowered her head. God
did she love that man.

Josie put the small battery operated candles
and tea lights all over the room. She changed the sheets to red
satin sheets she’d bought for this occasion. A night of true
romance. A night she couldn’t have with him at home. She made a
playlist full of Maxwell and Sade, amongst others, which was
waiting for her to press play. She took a shower with her favorite
honey-vanilla body wash and moisturized twice to make certain her
skin was soft. Josie did her toenails the purple color he loved.
She then wrapped on her robe and went out to check the steaks she
was making for dinner. She was almost ready for their night
together.

Grayson walked in with his arms full of bags
and kicked the door shut behind him. She smiled as he put them on
the counter staring at her. She had on her black satin robe and he
could tell she was naked underneath.

“Should I go get naked?” He asked making her
laugh.

“No, but I put out an outfit for you in the
other room.” She said. “Don’t go into our room.”

“Oh,” He grinned. “Ok.” He walked around to
her. They kissed softly. His hand began to travel slowly up the
inside of her thigh. Josie whimpered stopping him.

“She’s warming up for later.” She told him
and he grinned. That sexy grin that made her clit pulsate with
need. He kissed her again moving to her neck but stopped cold.

“Honey vanilla huh?”

“Yeah.” She said. He swallowed hard and
nodded.

“Honey vanilla.” He whispered kissing her.
It was the one scent of all her perfumes and body sprays that got
him really hard. “I’ll go get ready for our night.” He kissed her
forehead and walked away. Josie watched him.

“I love you Grayson.” She said. He stopped
turning to her, a smile rolled over his beautiful lips.

“I know baby and God do I love you too.” He
said and he turned walking down the hall and into the second room.
Josie smiled to herself lowering her head.

By six it was dark and she lit the candles
on the table. Dinner was done and warm in the oven. The radio on
the counter was on the classic soul station. Grayson walked out
into the living room in a white shirt and navy slacks. Josie was
still in her robe. She dashed pass him, the honey-vanilla still
strong on her as she ran down the hall to their room. He smiled to
himself wondering what she had planned.

Grayson sat at the table listening to the
sounds. He could hear the dogs still playing out back, Marvin Gaye
serenading on the radio, the birds fading into night silence and
Josie opening closets and closing draws. He knew that he was in for
a treat.

Josie returned in a short red lace dress and
sexy black stilettos. Under the dress he could see a black pushup
bra and a black thong. Her hair was up in a sexy upsweep with soft
curls slipping down in back.

“Oh dear lord.” He mumbled staring at her.
Josie leaned against the counter biting her lip, watching him stand
and walk to her as if answering some silent call.

“I get to feast on this tonight?” He
asked.

“No.” Josie said. He stared at her puzzled.
“I get to feast on you.” She walked away and to the stove taking
out the food. Grayson felt hot and throbbing all over. He wanted so
badly to bury himself in her but at the same time he wondered what
she had in mind.

Josie served him a dinner that was
absolutely too good to be true. She was a great cook but it seemed
like his senses were heightened. The savoriness of the meat was
savorier. The sweet corn was sweeter and the green beans were
earthier. Even the bread tasted fluffier.

Grayson didn’t eat to fullness. He didn’t
want anything to hinder her plans. He noticed she didn’t eat much
either. Most of the meal she watched him. Drank him in and pressed
her bottom to the chair constantly as if staving off what ever was
brewing between those delicious thighs.

Josie stood walking to him slowly. Grayson
wiped his lips and wiped his hand on his napkin. She took his hand
standing him up and leading him out to the open space between the
living room and dinning room. Josie looped her arms around his neck
giving him a peck. Between her dress, that little kiss and the
Isley Brothers playing on the radio, he could take her down like a
lion on a gazelle.

“I think the universe knows how tonight is
going to be.” She said softly.

“Why?” Grayson whispered. She grinned
knowing how worked up he was and that made her happy. She still got
to him after nearly fifteen years together.

“Because this song gets you going.” She
smiled.

“It sure as hell does and right now I’m
losing my fucking mind.” Grayson moved in for a kiss but she
stopped him.

“Let me get dessert and then I’ll take you.”
She said in a sexy voice that hit every nerve in his body. He
cleared his throat.

“That, uh, that’s so wrong.” He said. Josie
laughed and walked away. Grayson stood there a moment watching her.
Ready, all too ready, to peel that thong off and feast on her. He
finally turned and walked back toward the hall.

Josie prepared dessert but Grayson had no
clue he was her dessert. She had plans for his body. Grayson was
excited thinking of peeling that dress from her luscious body. He
was absolutely hard as a rock.

Grayson made a pit stop to bathroom to
freshen up. He walked into the room to find the candles flickering,
casting the room in a warm sensual glow. Anita Baker was ending.
The red satin sheets glowed fiery in the light of the candles. On
the chair by the window the love straps, black silk blindfold, and
gag where hanging over the arms of the chair. A big fluffy purple
feather laid on the seat. He stepped in knowing this was going to
be quite night.

She walked in with a tray with bowls of warm
chocolate sauce, strawberries and whipped cream on top. Grayson
stood as she sat the tray on the night table. Her eyes raised to
him flashing with fire and passion. Josie walked back to the door
closing it quietly and walking back his way in slow seductive
strides.

“I’ve been imagining this for two years.”
She said huskily. “You’re mine tonight.” She slipped her hands
under his shirt and up his abs. “I won’t stop until I drink you
dry.” Josie kissed him so warm and deep, he moaned. Her hands slid
up his back, her nails digging into his skin. Grayson moaned
sliding his tongue over hers. She broke the kiss giving him gentle
pecks.

“Drink me?” He whispered. Josie nodded
pulling his nightshirt over his head.

“Lay down.” She whispered. He did laying
against the pillows. She tied his hands and took off his pants and
boxers. She gave him a quick hungry suckle that made him cry her
name. She then tied his ankles to the bed the way he had tied her
the other night. Josie stood slowly looking at him, her hips moving
slowly to the music. Seducing him into watching them, into yearning
to feel their power.

She danced for him seductively as she
stripped off her clothes. Grayson’s eyes were like saucers as he
watched her. She stripped the dress away dancing before him in her
bra, thong and stilettos. Grayson bit his lip hard, straining to at
least loosen the ties but they were tight on his wrist. He watched
her drop it and moaned a curse. Josie rotated her hips back up
slowly and he thrust into the air, yearning to be inside of
her.

She slipped off her bra lowering the cups
from her hardening nipples, all the while her body moving
seductively, working him into a frenzy of frustration.

“Oh fuck.” He barked frustrated.

“Do you want it Gray?” She asked
huskily.

“Yes.”

“Then come for it.” Josie took off the
thong, now completely naked and dropped it again standing and
wiggling her ass, he growled. She heard him pull at the ties and
grinned. She slipped out of her stilettos and walked over
slowly.

Josie climbed onto the bed, kissing him. His
kiss was rough, his tongue wild. He moaned when she pulled her kiss
from his.

“You’re a greedy boy.” She said in a sexy
voice. “Greedy boys don’t get fed.”

“Josie.” He growled. She shook her head
looking down into his eyes. He was losing control and fast, it made
her grin. She stood walking to the chair. She took off the
blindfold, gag and feather.

“Open.” She said smiling. He did and she put
the gag between his teeth.

“I’d rather have a nipple in my mouth.” He
mumbled against the rubber ball. She smirked at him tying the
straps behind his head.