by Twila

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Copyright © 2007 by Twila. All Rights Reserved.

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“The kids…” I began as she pulled me onto her lap.

“Shhh,” she whispered in my ear. She rearranged me on her lap until I was straddling her thighs, my chest against hers. It was the only time we were ever eye-to-eye. This position gave her free access to my ass, which she began massaging and squeezing with both hands.

I moaned softly against her shoulder, bending down enough to tuck my face into her neck. She knew how her hands on my ass drove me crazy and I could just imagine the big smile on her face. She kept up the torment until I was practically writhing on her lap, then she moved those enticing hands around to my thighs, stroking softly and gently until I was moaning again.

“I like these shorts,” she whispered just before I felt her fingers moving up my thigh and under the shorts to my panties. She rubbed across my crotch a few times before slipping a finger around the side of my panties and stroking my clitoris.

I gasped out loud and one part of my brain was still conscious enough to make my head jerk toward the stairs. Kids still playing. They didn’t hear that. I relaxed into her teasing and stroking, but not completely – not yet. As parents, this wouldn’t be the first time we’d been nearly caught “in the act” by our five-and six-year-olds and we knew it wouldn’t be the last. Day or night, they had a way of knowing just when we were at the top of that cliff, ready to plunge over the side and that’s when you’d hear “Momma, I need a drink” or “Mommy, I’m scared.” We’d moan, laugh, and then promise ourselves we’d get back to it. Usually that just never happened.

I quickly returned fully to what was happening in my dining room. I pressed my lips into her shoulder, biting to suppress my outburst, as she eased a finger and then two into the wetness she provoked, keeping a rhythmic, gentle stroke going across my clitoris. I scooted back far enough from her body to try and get my hand to the front of her jeans. Damn! She was wearing the button-down Levis, and as much as I love how hot and sexy they make her look, they are too damn tight to get my hand inside.

“Later, babe,” she whispered in my ear, taking my hand from the front of her jeans and placing it on her breast. I stroked and teased a nipple as she continued to drive me crazy with her fingers.

CRASH! We both jumped and my head spun toward the stairs. This time I heard the creaking of a door opening upstairs and the sound someone crying.

“Argh,” I griped into her shoulder. She groaned and removed her fingers from my body. I tried to pull myself completely back to the present as our children burst into the dining room.

Annie ran in, crying and holding her head. Evan followed and stopped beside us saying, “I didn’t do it.”

I slipped off Diane’s lap and went over to take care of our daughter. I wiped the tears off her little face and brushed her bangs out of her baby blue eyes. She had a red scrape on her forehead. “Looks like you could use a band-aid, baby.” I took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom.

Diane had knelt down to talk to Evan as I was dealing with Annie.

“I didn’t do it, Momma. I swear,” Evan pleaded his case. He kept repeating this as Diane tried to find out what had happened.

When Annie and I returned to the living room, Evan was sitting on the couch. He watched as his momma put in a movie for him and Annie. “Go join your brother, baby,” I told Annie, gently pushing her in that direction. Diane looked up as I said this. “I’m going to go make dinner,” I informed her, rolling my eyes.

“I’ll get them settled and help you in a minute,” she said, grinning at me.

I stuck my tongue at her before heading into the kitchen where I took out my frustrations on some pots and pans for a few minutes. My body was still tingling and I was horny as hell. Not only was my clit stiff but my panties were wet. I was also upset to have had another rendezvous with Diane interrupted. I pushed those thoughts away and started on dinner preparations thinking I’d miss another night with her.

I was wrong! She spent the rest of the evening torturing me. After she had settled the kids, she came to help me in the kitchen. Trouble was, she didn’t keep her mind on food preparations. She patted my ass as she passed me at the stove on her way to get plates. She squeezed my ass on her way back. She stopped to kiss my neck, which she knew drove me crazy and sent a thousand tingling sensations all through my body. I was longing for her touch as I stirred the pasta dish on the stove. I’m not sure how dinner managed to get prepared because I couldn’t concentrate on anything but how she made me feel. I tried to return the favors, but she’d grab my hands and keep them away from her own body, teasing me in just one more way.

The torture continued through dinner with her flirting and taunting me the whole time. She ogled me when the kids weren’t looking, winked at me if they were and caressed up and down my thighs under the table while I tried to eat dinner. How I kept the moans at bay or my ass in the chair I’ll never know. I don’t even remember tasting dinner. All I could think about was what she was doing to my body. I was on fire, literally, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait.

By the time it was bedtime for the kids, I was desperate and ready to lock us in the bathroom if I had to. Anything so she’d just finish what she had started.

“Do you want to put them to bed or clean up?” Diane asked me as dinner was finished. I rolled my eyes at her and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Neither. I want it all to disappear,” I groaned at her.

“Later,” she returned, nibbling on my ear.

I groaned again, almost positive that wouldn’t happen. I knew our kids too well. “I’ll get them into bed,” I muttered, standing up. “Come on, guys. Time for bed.” Amidst complaints and protests, I ushered the two upstairs and into their rooms. One part of my brain was still dwelling on what Diane had done to me all evening and how I’d really like to repay her. The other part went about helping Annie and Evan into pajamas, brushing teeth and reading a bedtime story, luckily I could almost do that in my sleep.

As I sat there reading Harry Potter, I wished I had some magical powers too. Not many, just enough to help our kids sleep in their room through the night, and give us some time alone. What the heck! Couldn’t hurt to try. As I continued reading, I whispered in my mind, Sleep, babies. Go to sleep and stay asleep, no interruptions tonight.

Wishful thinking, but they were asleep by the time I finished the chapter. Unfortunately, they usually were. They just wouldn’t stay that way for long. I tucked Evan in and carried Annie to her bed, tucking her in too. I then made my way downstairs, a little down at this point and still frustrated and horny. Maybe a cold shower was in order.

As I headed back downstairs to look for Diane, a hand reached out from our bedroom door and grabbed me. I tried to scream because it scared me, but her other hand covered my mouth. “Shhh,” she whispered in my ear. She pulled me into our bedroom, closed and locked the door behind us. When she removed her hand from my mouth, I sighed, “You don’t really think that’s going to work, do you?” I pointed to the locked door.

“Never know,” she said, grinning at me. She didn’t wait any longer obviously acutely aware of exactly what she’d done to me all evening. She pulled me into her chest as she leaned against our bed and those hands of hers went to work. She went back to squeezing my ass and stroking my thighs. Her hands made it to the bottom of the shorts and she reached under them to get to my panties and her intended target. I thought I’d explode at the first touch of her fingers on my clitoris. My legs buckled and she had to hold me as I quickly climbed to that cliff again, ready to plummet.

Here it comes, some part of my brain thought. The kids should be calling out any moment now.

All thoughts evaporated, even the ones about the kids, as I felt the rush of my orgasm build to such intensity that keeping my eyes open was impossible. I let myself go. I knew I was safe in her arms as I spiraled into space and back, burying my cries of ecstasy in her shoulder.

I returned to the present, gently cradled in her arms, a hand tenderly stroking my cheek. Her voice reminded me to “breathe” something I usually forget to do at the most intense moments. I looked up into her face. “You’re so beautiful.” I murmured.

She grinned at me. “What did you do to the kids?”

“Me?” I asked, confused.

“Yeah,” she continued. “I don’t hear a peep. Did you medicate them or something?”

“I didn’t do anything. Just read them a story and put them to bed,” I protested, some part of my brain wondering if the sleep thing actually worked. Our kids never stayed asleep much longer after we put them down, having to get up for water or the bathroom at least once.

She looked at me with a strange expression, but then winked. “I’m going to go check on them. Don’t move,” she ordered.

I almost decided to move just because she told me not to. I’ve always had a stubborn streak, but decided I’d wait to see what she had in mind. Besides, I wasn’t sure my legs would move if I asked them too.

Diane came back in with a stunned expression on her face. “They’re out like a light. Are you sure you didn’t give them something?”

“Positive,” I assured her.

“Maybe they’re getting sick?”

And maybe I do have a few magical powers.

Diane walked over and stopped in front of me, stroking my face. She kissed me, saying, “Maybe we should take advantage of this while we can.”

I moaned and kissed her back, running my hands up her stomach and under her shirt to reach her breasts. I cupped them and squeezed as we continued to kiss. Diane moaned too. She broke the kiss off and leaned down, lifting me into her arms. She gently placed me on our bed and stood beside me a minute, just looking at me.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said softly, a smile on her lips as her eyes roved over my body.

I swear I felt a tingle on every square inch of my body as she looked at me, almost as if she were stroking me. She sat down and did just that, slowly brushing her hand across my arms and down my chest. I lifted my arms to touch her, but she took my hands and pinned them above my head with one hand as her other one continued to stroke up and down my body. She lifted my shirt and bra and teased my nipples until they were hard and tingling. I moaned and closed my eyes, just enjoying what she was doing to me. A hand went across my stomach and down to the tops of my thighs. She stroked back up and under the shorts again, rubbing across my clitoris. I inhaled, seeing stars as she continued her teasing.

“Please,” I begged, wanting her inside of me, wanting her to fill me as only she could.

“Please what, babe?” she whispered in a teasing tone. She knew exactly what she did to me and how to fix it.

I moaned again as she continued to stroke my clitoris. I was almost ready to come just from that, but I didn’t want to. I wanted all of her and soon.

“Please, honey,” I pleaded.

She laughed softly as she granted my wish. I moaned loudly and inhaled as she slipped two fingers inside me and started working them in and out of my body. I thought I’d explode from the sensation, but it was only the start. She slowly teased me, stroking in and out and then stroking my clitoris with her thumb. It was almost too much.

“Not yet, babe,” she whispered. “Hold on for me.”

“Not… sure… I can.” I managed to answer between deep breathes.

“Please.” This time she was pleading. I tried to nod, unable to speak at this point. My entire body was on fire and all I could think about was holding on for her. I held my breath.

“That’s it,” she encouraged. “Almost, babe.”

I let out the breath I was holding, only to gasp again as she slid another finger inside and continued her stroking. “Can’t,” I muttered, shaking my head.

“Let go, babe. Come for me,” she whispered right before she kissed me and slipped another finger in, her thumb continuing to circle around and on top of my clitoris.

I exploded, literally, from inside out, seeing stars swimming in front of my eyes.

“Breathe, babe,” I vaguely heard her urgently whispering in my ear as she held me close to her chest. I don’t remember her fingers leaving my body. I still felt full as the spasms slowly diminished. I took a deep breath and held it, trying to catch my breath.

“Breathe, babe. Don’t hold your breath,” she intoned.

I complied, feeling as if I’d just run a marathon. I followed her commands as I slowly returned completely to my body, feeling a languid peace throughout. I wasn’t sure I could have moved if the house was on fire. She held me and rocked me until I could open my eyes and focus on her gorgeous face.

“I really like these shorts on you.” She winked at me and I laughed, thinking I’d definitely be wearing these shorts more often.

The End

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