New York – By Unknown Author

Marlena walked into John’s hotel room, a giggle rising in her throat. He was going to be so surprised when he came back to the room. John had been on a business trip for two days, and she couldn’t bare to be away from him any longer. She quickly went to the four poster bed and started rummaging through her overnight bag, looking for the very sexy skirt and revealing shirt she bought just for this occasion. Marlena changed into the slightly skimpy outfit and dabbed on some perfume, John’s favorite.

Marlena positioned herself on one of the chairs in the room, directly across from the front door. Within minutes she heard a key unlocking the door. But what came through the door was not what she was expecting. John opened the door to his hotel room and stopped dead in his tracks.  As did the slightly drunk brunette on his arm.

“Who the hell is she?” asked the brunette.

Marlena was stunned beyond words. She stood up on weak knees and gave John a puzzling look, pleading with him to tell her this wasn’t what she thought it was. But John didn’t say a word, just stared at her as if he was slightly surprised.

“What are you doing here, Doc?” John said nonchalantly, as he and the brunette walked through the door.

Marlena began to see red. She turned towards the bed and picked up her bag and coat. She walked towards the open door and gave John one last look before turning on her heel and running down the corridor, tears blurring her vision as she sought escape from this nightmare.

John closed the door and thought fast about how to handle this delicate situation. He didn’t need any complications with this mission. He turned around to the brunette behind him.

“Well that was strange wasn’t it?” he said casually.

“John, who was that?” the brunette demanded.

“That was my ex-wife. Apparently she still isn’t over me. Shame huh?” he laughed while feeling like a complete ass.

“Oh…well let’s move on to bigger and better things. What do you say?” she said slyly.

John’s phone rang just then. It was Bo. He hung up on Bo and began texting Marlena.

“Looks like my buddy is downstairs in the bar. He just texted me. Wants to know if we want to join him. Lemme just text him back and let him know we are otherwise engaged okay baby?”

John finished the text and sent it to Marlena, hoping against hope that she would read it and do what he told her.

“Okay so where were we?” John asked mischievously.

Marlena was walking out the door of the hotel when the text came through. It was John, and she almost deleted it, but something told her to read it anyways.

“Marlena, this isn’t what you think. We need to talk. Get a room in the hotel. Text me the room number. I’ll come to you. I love you. John”

“Shit…Damn you, Black” she said under her breath. The last thing she wanted to do was stay in this hotel, not after what she just saw, but she deserved an explanation, so with heavy feet she turned around and headed to the front desk.

John was putting the passed out brunette in his bed when the text from Marlena came through.

“John, I am in room 215. I won’t wait all night. This better be good. Marlena”

That was good enough for John. He took the brunette’s clothes off and disheveled the bed a little. When she woke in the morning, she wouldn’t remember who she was with, or what she did, which was exactly what John wanted.

He gathered his belongings and turned out the lights. Heading to Marlena’s room, he tried to figure out the most delicate way to tell her he had been on a mission. She was going to shit bullets, and he was going to take it. But if God was on his side tonight, Doc would be in his arms within ten minutes.

When the knock at the door came, Marlena didn’t move from the window she was staring out. Instead she yelled that it was unlocked. John opened the door and walked in. Marlena didn’t turn around, so John approached her. He didn’t stop until he was literally so close he could smell her hair. God he loved that smell. He dreamed about the way her hair smelled, her perfume, her scent.  He wanted to touch her so bad, but he kept his hands at his side.

“Doc, I need you to look at me.”

“No.”

“Okay…Look I need to make a quick call before we get into this discussion, and it’s a conversation you need to hear. It will explain what’s going on okay?”

“Whatever”

John called Bo back and got him on the line.

“Hey John, why did you hang up on me?” Bo said angrily.

“Sorry partner, I was in the middle of getting some information for you. I found out where Hope is being held Bo. It’s on an island called Anelram, somewhere in the South Pacific. She’s being held there by three thugs, so you are going to need Roman on this one. Don’t go down there by yourself bro, okay?”

“Yah, I hear ya John. Hey thanks for doing this. I know it was asking a lot. Take care, okay?”

“I will. See ya when you get back.”

So John was on an assignment for Bo. He wasn’t really with that girl. But that still didn’t change the fact that he lied to me! Marlena decided not to give in too easily. She was good and pissed and she planned on making John pay tonight.

“Marlena? Please turn around and look at me baby…”

“Don’t call me baby.”

“Okay…you’re still mad. That’s okay. Look, nothing happened between me and that girl. It was an assignment, and I know I promised you I wasn’t going on assignments anymore, but this was for a friend Doc. It was for Hope and Bo!”

“Did you kiss her?” Marlena asked just above a whisper.

“No Doc. I didn’t kiss her.”

“I find that hard to believe. That woman just blurted out her secrets without you giving her anything. I think not John.”

“Aren’t you the one who said I could make you do anything just by looking at you?”

Marlena spun around in a fury, almost knocking John back.

“I’m your wife, John! You can make me do anything because I love you! That doesn’t apply to any other women!”

“Well there’s the Marlena I know and love. You aren’t that mad at me are you?” John said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“What the hell gave you the impression that I’m not that mad at you?”

“Because when I first walked in, you were barely speaking to me, and now you are yelling at me. That’s a step up in my mind.” John said with a little laugh.

Marlena was not amused. Dammit this wasn’t going her way.

“If you think you can get out of this with a little charm and a smile, you are mistaken Black. And if you don’t start seriously apologizing, I’m walking out that door and out of your life forever.”

“You know I love it when you are jealous Doc. You become so alive in these moments. Tell you the truth I find it harder and harder to keep my hands off of you at these times…”

“You lied to me John. I don’t care about that stupid brunette. You lied to me. You could have informed me what was going on!”

“And what if something went wrong Marlena? They could have come after you. I couldn’t risk it.”

John began to soften at the thought of anything happening to her. Dammit he couldn’t live without her. He wouldn’t live without her. Ever.

“Tell me what I can do Doc. What can I do to prove to you I love you? What can I do to show you that you are the only woman in the world for me? Tell me, baby.”

“You can stop lying, John. You can stop fucking up!”

“Hmmm…I particularly like that last part. In fact that just gave me an idea.” John said with a devilish grin.

John’s hands which had been at his sides now reached for Marlena’s collar. He grabbed her shirt with both hands and ripped it apart, violently pushing the flimsy material down her arms and throwing it aside.

“What the hell are you doing, Black?” Marlena said with a slightly breathy voice.

“I’m taking your advice baby. I’m fucking up.”

John grabbed Marlena and pushed her against the wall nearest to them.

“By the way, did I tell you how much I enjoyed your outfit? It’s quite revealing in all the right places. To bad half of it is now ripped to shreds.” John said as his hands grabbed hers and lifted them above her head. Taking both her hands in one of his, he let his other hand investigate its way down her body.

“Don’t think this is letting you off the hook Black. I have the same power over you that you have on me,” she said with a victorious smile.

John was wondering what the smile was for, and then he understood. His hand had found its way beneath her skimpy skirt and had revealed that Marlena wasn’t wearing underwear. “Two can play at this game,” John thought.

“Oh I don’t doubt you Doc…I have a feeling I will be paying immensely for this…later.”

“Count on it,” Marlena said as John’s fingers began rubbing her clit in circular motions.

Jesus what his fingers did to her. She couldn’t put together a coherent thought at the moment. He knew just how to touch her, the motions that put her over the edge, when to hold back and when to hit her full force, and at the moment he wasn’t failing her.

Marlena was staring into John’s eyes, never breaking contact. But little whimpers were escaping from her mouth. She unconsciously spread her legs open to give him more access.

She was so wet John was finding it hard to concentrate. He wanted to throw her down and just sink into her depths right this moment, and it took every ounce of strength he possessed to control his urges.

Marlena wrapped her right leg around John and hooked it across his hip. John began to undulate his thumb across her clit as he slid two fingers inside of her. Marlena’s head fell back, and a low guttural sound came from her throat. She was close, so close.

“Faster John, oh please faster…oh god…don’t stop baby…never stop.”

“I’ll never stop Doc…come on baby…you’re right there…I can feel it.”

Marlena began bucking her hips wildly, moving in perfect harmony with John’s hands.

He wanted to kiss her so bad, but he wanted to see her more. He loved the way she looked when she came. It was the single most perfect moments in his life.

“Oh…right there…there…oh god….” Marlena began to shake with the force of her orgasm. Her legs gave out on her, and John let go of her hands to catch her before she fell. She screamed his name and arched her back as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and held on for dear life.

When she had enough strength to lift her head off of his shoulder, she saw John smiling down at her.

“Brings a whole new meaning to fucking up doesn’t it?” he said triumphantly.

“We aren’t done yet Black,” Marlena said as she found strength she didn’t know she possessed at the moment. She ripped open John’s shirt and switched places on him, throwing him against the wall. She moved to his belt and whipped it out of the holes on his pants. John got out of his shirt in a hurry. Marlena undid his pants and moved them down his hips along with his boxers. She stopped when she got to his mid-thigh, and replaced her hands with her foot, slamming her foot down to the ground, bringing his clothes with it.

She is in rare form tonight, John thought. And he was loving every minute of it. He flipped off his shoes and stepped out of his clothes as Marlena ripped off her bra.

“Shall I keep on the skirt?” she asked, her hazel eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Why not? Let’s make this interesting,” John said, his blue eyes blazing with lust.

He grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her, his lips just inches from hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes. He kissed her softly once, twice, and then began to suck seductively on her lower lip. She opened her mouth, and her tongue began to massage the roof of his mouth, flicking back and forth in rapid motions. That always drove him over the edge, and this time was no different. He moaned in her mouth as one of his hands grabbed her ass and pushed her closer against him. Her hips began to undulate against him, keeping in rhythm with what her tongue was doing to his mouth.

Marlena moved one of her hands down his chest, over his taut stomach, down to his groin, and cupped him in her hand. She moved her hand in a rapid up and down motion as her hips moved in a circular motion against him.

Jesus, she is going to drive me over the edge! John thought.

He grabbed her hand and moved it away from him. “Enough,” he said.

She wrapped her arms around him again, and he grabbed her ass with both of his hands, picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet resting against his ass.

He held her there, just looking into her eyes, feeling her chest rising and falling against his. He’d never felt closer to her. He’d never loved her more. He smiled at her right then, and said the first thing that came to his mind.

“Do you know why I breathe?”

She shook her head no.

“Because you breathe. And I will continue to breathe every minute, every hour, every day, for you. And the minute you stop, that’s when I will stop. I couldn’t imagine my life without these moments, this very moment. I couldn’t imagine this never happening again. I love you more everyday than I could ever express in words. This is the only way I can show you what you truly mean to me.”

Marlena was silently crying. She was so moved by his words.

“Show me John. Show me now.”

He entered her slowly, pushing in and then out, putting her through agonizing torture with his sensuous movements. Marlena kissed him deeply, plunging her tongue in and out of his mouth, playing a mating game with his tongue. John began to move more deeply inside of her, putting all of his weight against her and the wall. Marlena arched her back against the wall, forcing her breasts up to his mouth. He began to nip at her breasts, alternating between biting them softly, and taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking deeply.

“Oh god, baby…that feels sooo good…” Marlena said in a dreamlike whisper.

John began to buck against her, his movements increasing in speed. For some reason he was finding her skirt to be a major turn on, the silk brushing against his fingers whenever he moved his hands up her body. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he made a note that Marlena was going to have to buy more silk skirts.

“Harder baby…you won’t hurt me…I want it harder…” Marlena said breathlessly as she was sucking on his earlobe.

John made his movements more forceful, until he could hear the slaps his thighs made against her ass. Marlena was crying out now, raking her nails up his back.

“Don’t stop…please don’t stop…oh John…”

Marlena bit down on his shoulder as her nails drew blood down his back. She came violently right before John found his own release. He growled her name before burying his head in the groove of her neck.

They both leaned against the wall as they’re breathing returned to normal, her body wrapped around his, her face turned in to his neck, leaving little pecks here and there. He had one arm wrapped around her body and the other still holding her by the ass, his face leaning against hers, kissing her exposed shoulder, and licking at the sweat on her glistening skin.

When she brought her head up finally after some minutes, she gave him a big smile.

“Now that’s what I call fucking up, baby…”

John was still holding Marlena in his arms as he made his way to the four-poster bed. He knew she would want to talk now, so he mentally prepared himself for a thorough lashing. He put her down on her feet at the end of the bed, but he kept her in his arms, hoping that the close contact would soften some of her anger.

Marlena wasn’t angry anymore. She was ready for Round 2, but John seemed like he was waiting for her to speak. No reason to disappoint him, she thought to herself.

“You know you’re on my shit list, Black.”

“I am aware of that fact, and I plan on doing whatever I can to get off that list by the end of tonight,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Why so soon…got a hot date?” she giggled mischievously.

“No…it is because I planned on showing you some of the sights of New York tomorrow.”

“Oh…did you just make these plans in the last hour?” she replied, perplexed.

“Nope…made them yesterday. I was going to call you and see if you wanted to join me for a couple of days. See the sights, spend some time alone together doing husband and wife things.”

Marlena was touched. He had wanted her to come on this trip. Knowing her husband, she could already tell he had everything planned to perfection for tomorrow. She smiled slyly.

“And what alone time did you have in mind?” she asked.

“Oh, the regular stuff. Some strawberries and a little champagne. A long, steamy bubble bath. Your doctor’s uniform, my handcuffs, strip scrabble…the usual.”

Marlena just stared at him, her hazel eyes glazed over with passion. Just thinking about what he could do with his handcuffs was enough for her.

“What do you say we start on some of those…uh…things that husbands and wives do?” she replied, her eyes closing to slits as she brought her head up to meet his eyes.

“Are we done talking?” John asked.

“Well…I’m not angry anymore, but I am still a little mad that you lied. Perhaps you can think of something to do to make it up to me?” she asked breathlessly.

John leaned in to kiss her gently on the lips. He sucked on her tongue and bit it slightly, making her moan into his mouth.

John pulled back and began to kiss his way down her body, discarding her silk skirt along the way. He licked at her nipples and teased them with slight nips here and there. As he made his way down to her delicious stomach, he got down on his knees and grabbed her ass with both of his hands.

But Marlena had plans of her own.

“Wait a minute, Sailor. That’s not what I had in mind.”

John looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

“Okay…uh, Doc? What did you have in mind?” John asked cautiously.

“I figure payback is a bitch, and lying is way up there baby, so, I’m afraid you’re going to have to suffer…a lot.”

Marlena walked away from John towards her overnight bag. He was watching her like a hawk, not completely understanding what was going on. Marlena pulled something from her bag and put it behind her back. She walked towards John seductively and stopped a few feet from him.  Her right hand appeared from behind her back, a clicker in her hand. Music suddenly filled the room, and John recognized the song immediately-Foxey Lady. Marlena turned the volume up.

“I wouldn’t want anyone to hear you scream John…Isn’t that nice of me?” Marlena asked sweetly.

“I don’t know. Depends on what the hell you have planned and what’s behind your back still…”

“Oh. Just these.” Marlena said, her left hand snaking around her midsection to reveal leather spiked handcuffs.

John couldn’t believe how turned on he was. Marlena knew exactly what this was doing to her husband, and that gave her the confidence she needed to complete her task.

“John, I want you to lie down in the center of the bed. Now.”

Her voice was commanding, verging on domineering, and John was thoroughly enjoying it. He did as he was told, practically jumping onto the bed and centering himself in the middle of it.

Marlena came up to the foot of the bed, slowly moving her hips to the music. She leaned against one of the bedposts and began to slide up and down it, her hands roaming over her body, massaging her breasts, disappearing between her legs. She arched her back, her hair cascading down the bedpost. She turned around then, facing the bedpost, her eyes never leaving John’s. Holding the post with both hands, she wrapped her leg around it, reached out her tongue and began to lick the bedpost up as far as she could, until she was standing on her tiptoes.

John was about to lose it. JESUS! The way she moved did something to him deep inside his soul. This was Marlena in her element, when she broke free of the daily restraints, threw caution to the wind and just went for it. My God, he thought, I could die right this minute the happiest man on the planet, just content watching my wife love me enough to do this.

Marlena broke through his thoughts. “Hey Sailor. I think you’ve been a very bad boy. What do you think?”

Leave it to Marlena to get a little psychiatric at this moment, he said to himself, smiling.

“Yes. I would say I have been a very, very, very naughty boy. And I don’t think you should be gentle with me, at all.”

It was a dare. Marlena could sense it. Well she could rise to the occasion, and she was quite sure she could make John do a little rising of his own.

Marlena put one foot on the bed and hoisted herself up, so that she was standing at John’s feet. She walked between his open legs, and let one of her feet brush against his engorged cock before putting her legs on either side of his hips.

“I wasn’t planning on being gentle Sailor, not tonight.”

Good, John thought through clenched teeth. She was so close he could smell her scent. God he wanted to reach for her, but he obeyed like a good boy and stayed where he was.

Marlena began dancing above him, slyly undulating her hips back and forth, sinking down to him slowly, ever so slowly…

She was on top of him now, still, not moving. Just staring deep into his eyes. Her hands were behind her back again. She was waiting for the right moment to catch him by surprise. Marlena leaned in until her breasts brushed against John’s chest, her lips hovering above his, inches away. She grinded her hips into him, a determined look in her eyes. John closed his eyes and arched his back, her name a moan on his lips.

Marlena took her opportunity and like a skilled thief, grabbed both of John’s hands and handcuffed him to the bed.

John was taken aback. Where the hell did Marlena learn to do that?

“We’re going to play a little game honey. It’s called how many licks till I get John to cum.”

The look in Marlena’s eyes said it all. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. There was a glorious sparkle emanating from those hazel orbs as she made her way down John’s body, kissing and licking everywhere just to drive him wilder. She bit him in her favorite spots. His earlobe, his shoulder, his nipples, the area right below his navel, the inside of his thigh. She settled herself between his legs, admiring his very hard cock. She looked up to see him watching her.

‘Don’t look away,” she commanded.

“I couldn’t even if I tried.” John replied.

Marlena grabbed John’s shaft and snaked her tongue out, licking him from end to tip. She pumped his tip a few times with her mouth, and then took him completely in, while her other hand massaged his balls in circular motions.

John couldn’t look away. Jesus she was amazing. She was sucking him like her life depended on it. He could feel himself edging closer to his climax. His hips began to lift on the bed, and Marlena adjusted so that she could take more of him into her mouth.

“Doc…jesus don’t stop baby…” he pleaded.

Marlena began to pump his cock furiously, using her mouth and hand. She put one of her hands between her legs and began to rub her clit, letting two of her fingers slide into her cunt. She brought her hand up to his mouth. He opened his mouth and began sucking on her fingers, tasting her sweet juices. It was enough to drive him over the edge. He took her fingers in his mouth and bit down as he came in her sweet mouth.

Marlena licked up the cum that had escaped down John’s cock, still pumping him with her hand until she felt him go limp. John was still sucking on her fingers, not wanting to let them go. She laughed deep in her throat, and began kissing his torso area, using her tongue to make circular motions around his navel, tasting the sweet sweat of his skin. She made her way up to his mouth and replaced her fingers with her tongue. John sucked on her tongue with his mouth, biting down gently on it. When he tried to kiss her more deeply, she smiled devilishly and backed away.

“I don’t think you’ve paid enough for that Sailor,” she said with a half grin.

“Doc, you’re killing me. What else can you do to me?”

He regretted it the moment it came out of his mouth. A cunning look came over Marlena’s face.

She said nothing. Instead she repositioned herself. Marlena was now on all fours, with her ass facing John. She looked over her shoulder into John’s eyes as her right hand found her clit and began to rub it in slow circular motions.

Damnit, John thought. Wrong thing to say. Now she was taunting him. He started to wrestle against the handcuffs, trying to get out of them.

“Go ahead and fight all you want John. You won’t get out of them. You’ll just have to watch and wait…won’t you?”

“Well at least the view is to my liking,” he said, settling back into the bed.

Marlena began rubbing her clit with her thumb, while her first two fingers found her cunt and began sliding in and out. John could see how wet she was. Her cum was glistening in the light. She began making moaning sounds, rotating her hips.

John was hard again. Rock hard. Jesus, he was never gonna get tired of her, of wanting her.

Marlena came up on her knees, throwing her head back and arching her back, her hips moving stealthily over his engorged cock. Her hands began to bump up against his dick and she rotated her hips, pumping up and down on her hand, crying out his name when she found her release.

Marlena grabbed John’s legs to steady her as she caught her breath. Her hips were still moving back and forth across John’s cock as she let the last of her orgasm flow through her.

John was going insane. His hips were pumping up against her center. He could no longer control himself. He needed her now. No handcuffs were going to keep him from his conquest.

Marlena was rubbing John’s thighs, squeezing them, raking her nails up and down them. She felt powerful at the moment. She had her husband right where she wanted him. She was in control. And she was determined to remind him that she was the only woman who could do this to him, make him lose his mind, make him crazy with lust…want…need.

John was struggling again to get out of the handcuffs. There had to be a way. Where the hell did she get these things? Not even his handcuffs were this hard to get out of. He thought briefly of breaking off part of the bed. It would be worth it if he could catch Marlena off guard.

“Hey there Sailor. That felt wonderful.”

Marlena began to crawl on all fours up to John, until she was looming over him, her knees on either side of his hips, her hands situated by each of his shoulders.

“But I think its time for you to fuck me, don’t you?” Marlena said tauntingly.

“I think it’s definitely time to fuck. Take these off me,” he commanded, shaking his hands against the bed.

“Sorry Sailor. Not time yet. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy, ah, the view once more,” she said, snickering.

“Dammit Marlena! I’m serious. Take these off me now before I rip apart this bed!”

Marlena stopped laughing. He was serious. And if Marlena hadn’t been feeling so powerful at the moment, she might have done what he asked. But along with her power came a sense of adventure. She had never known just how far she could push John. And she wanted to know. She wanted him to lose all control. She wanted to lose control. It was now or never.

“Okay John. I’ll let you out of the handcuffs.”

John breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god. John opened his eyes to see Marlena still looming over him, not moving.

“Anytime Doc.”

“I’ll let you out of the handcuffs when I’m done with you. Is that clear?”

John lunged forward until his face was inches from Marlena. There was a wildness in his blue eyes that she had never seen. John didn’t like to be trapped. She could see he was mad as hell, but there was also deep lust in his eyes. This was turning him on, and he was trying like hell to fight that.

“You let me out of these damn things now, Doc. Or you’re going to regret it,” he said in a menacing whisper.

“What are you going to do John? Make me pay for being a bad girl? Are you going to be rough with me? Huh baby…Are you going to fuck me senseless? Make me scream your name over and over?”

Marlena was grinding her hips against his throbbing cock as she was talking. She was biting at his chin, licking down his throat and neck, making her way to his ear. She bit down on his earlobe.

“Are you going to fingerfuck me John? You do that sooo good. I dream about your fingers fucking my pussy when I’m at work. Did I ever tell you that?”

She snaked her tongue into his ear, kissing his hairline, moving until she was once again above him, staring into his eyes. She moved one of her hands to his dick, pumping him furiously a few times. She held him and guided her hips down, until her opening was right at the tip of his cock.

“Are you going to fuck me with your tongue baby?” she asked as she bent her head slightly, just enough so that John could reach her mouth with his tongue. She bit down on his tongue, then brought her lips over her teeth, kissing his tongue.

“I do love your tongue Sailor. The fantasies I have about your tongue.”

John was losing control. Jesus how could one man get through this agonizing torture? He was on the verge of despair and undeniable pleasure, and he wanted to hold his wife dammit.

“I really love your tongue also Doc. And right now I would really like to taste your tongue in my mouth.”

Marlena began to dip her head towards John. Just as his mouth touched hers, she plunged her hips down on him, encompassing his cock in her warm depths. John’s head fell back against the pillows. Marlena’s head fell to his chest. She was making little sounds against him, and it sent him over the edge. John grabbed one of the boards against the bed and pulled with all his strength. It gave after a few seconds, breaking in half. John snaked his hands out. Marlena had lifted her head just as his hands were coming towards her. His hands, still encompassed in the handcuffs, cupped her face.

“I told you I wanted to taste your tongue in my mouth. I won’t be denied WIFE. Do you understand?” It was a command from him. He was done playing. She was no longer in control.

“Yes my husband. I understand.”

She moved forward, her lips parting, waiting for John’s mouth to invade her tongue. John used all the control he had as his lips came toward her. He opened his mouth and gently began to suck on her tongue, making love to it sensuously. Marlena began moving her hips, squeezing her muscles as she moved slowly up and down on John.

John was now kissing her passionately, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth, utterly possessing her. Marlena lost all conscious thought. She could only feel now. She wanted him to possess her, every movement, every breath, every touch.

She was crying now, at how gentle he was being. It was too much. She felt like her heart was about to burst. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath. Dear lord, she was going to die.

John changed course at that moment. He bucked his hips violently against her, making Marlena groan in his mouth. He broke contact with her mouth and stared deeply in her eyes.

“I haven’t forgotten, DEAR.”

He was smiling devilishly now. She smiled back.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mr. Black. Now fuck your wife. You can taunt me tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am. I am to please. Where the hell is the key to these?” he said dangling his hands in front of her.

“Let’s keep those on just a little while longer honey. It’s a really big turn on for me. And it’s not like you can’t touch me, or kiss me, or feel me…” Marlena was wrapping her arms around his shoulders, a smoldering look in her eyes. She kissed him fervently, gyrating her hips against him, making him moan in her mouth. John reached down between them and began to flick her clit with his finger. He moved his thumb over her nub, moving in circular motions. Marlena arched her head back, her hands finding his thighs to rest back on. Her breasts were bouncing in front of him, and he took the opportunity to seize one in his mouth. He sucked hard on it, biting down on her nipple and pulling it towards him.

“Oh baby…god that feels good…bite harder.”

John decided to leave his mark on her. He bit the side of her breast, sucking at the same time. Marlena began groaning above him, her voice raising an octave or two as he bit down harder.

His lips moved up to her neck, biting and licking. He made his way to her earlobe, and sucked languidly on it.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” he said before darting his tongue inside her ear.

She drew back and looked into his eyes.

“I always cum for you John. You’re the only one who could do this to me.”

He began manipulating her clit with his thumb and forefinger, his movements becoming more frantic.

Marlena was riding John now, urging John on with her little whimpers.

“Right there baby. Fuck me faster John…yes…like that..oh god…”

Marlena held on to John tighter, burying her head in the crevice at his neck. She was crying out now, in his ear, screaming yes over and over. Her whole body was shuddering, slick with sweat. Marlena’s head finally rested on John’s shoulder. John was kissing her cheek, waiting for her to catch her breath. He could feel her erratic heartbeat next to his chest. He watched her body as it began to calm down. It was such an amazing body that she had. Her strong shoulders and delicate hands. Her beautiful, full chest that he could never seem to stop touching. Her tiny waist and amazing hips, where his hands were now resting. Her long, luscious legs which were powerful and drop dead gorgeous at the same time. Her cute feet and little toes which were curled up right now. His wife was a work of art, he thought to himself.

“You’re so beautiful Doc. Do you know that?”

Marlena brought her head up, her hands falling to her sides, resting on top of his hands. She smiled at him.

“I know I’m beautiful when you look at me like you are right now. I feel beautiful everytime I look at you, everytime you say I love you, everytime you touch me, everytime we kiss. If I’m beautiful, it’s because of your love.”

John brought his hands up, reaching over her head, and encircled her body, his hands and the handcuffs resting at her lower back, right above her dimples.

“I love you Doc.”

“I love you so,” Marlena said as she brought her hands once again to his shoulders, wrapping her arms around his neck, molding her body next to his.

“Make love to me,” she whispered next to his lips.

John kissed her as he began to move her hips up and down on him, slowly, seductively, making both of them ache for more.

“Faster baby…fuck me faster…please..”

John grunted his reply, bucking up against her, meeting her hips halfway, so that his hips began slapping against her.

Hazel was staring into blue. They couldn’t look away. It felt too good. Marlena’s mouth was open, little whimpers escaping every time John slapped up against her.

“Harder John…I want it harder…oh god…fuck me…fuck me…”

John was banging up against her now, his movements becoming jerky as he strove to bury himself in her as deep as he could. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but he wouldn’t cum before her.

“Oh..right there John..oh baby…oh..yes..yes..”

Marlena grabbed his face in her hands, their foreheads touching, somehow keeping her eyes on John as she came.

John was watching her, watching the trace of fear come into her eyes. Then her eyes clouded over, passion overtaking the fear of the unknown. He kissed her violently, enveloping her cries in his mouth as his own release hit him like a tidal wave. He bucked wildly against her, his hands sprawled across her back, crushing her to him. He groaned in her mouth, saying her name over and over against her lips.

When their heartbeats returned to normal, John demanded to be let out of the handcuffs. He carried Marlena over to her bag, not wanting to break their connection yet. She took the handcuffs off of him, and then tenderly kissed both of his wrists. He walked back to the bed, enveloping them both in the blankets. They were facing each other, on their sides, legs entwined, arms caressing, searching, tickling. They fell asleep on the same pillow, their faces next to each other, their lips just touching.

John awoke first the next morning. He laid there staring at his wife. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. Her lips curled up at the corners, almost smirking. Her eyelids fluttered. She must be dreaming, John thought.

He brought his left hand to her breast, flicking the soft nipple with his thumb, cupping her gently with his hand. Her nipple hardened immediately. John laughed to himself. He loved that her body responded so quickly to his touch. He looked up at her face again and kissed her on the forehead.

“Come join me in the shower when you wake up baby.”

John got up and walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and started the shower. He closed the door behind him and stood against the spray of the shower, resting his head against the tile, the water cascading against his chest and shoulders. He grabbed the soap and began lathering it up between his hands, washing himself while thinking of Marlena.

His wife had walked into the bathroom unnoticed. John was lost in thought, his back to her. She brushed her teeth quietly, admiring his naked form through the clear doors of the showers. He had the cutest ass, and she often couldn’t help herself from staring at it. She laughed silently. Hell, she couldn’t help squeezing it either.

Marlena walked into the shower and came up behind her husband, wrapping her arms around him, her hands resting against his chest and stomach.

“Good morning baby,” he said, leaning back against her.

“Good morning Sailor,” she responded in kind.

“I couldn’t wait any longer for you to wake up. Have any good dreams?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Yep.”

“That’s nice. What were they about?” he asked.

“You.”

“Oh? What was I doing?” he replied, his ears perking up a little.

“Fucking me from behind.” She said matter-of-factly.

“I like the sound of that,” John replied, turning around in her arms, the soap still in his hands. He kissed her hard and deep, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth. He began to bathe her, his hands massaging her skin all over. Marlena’s hands were everywhere, caressing him, raking her nails over her favorite parts. She made her way down to his cock, and began to pump him with her hand, using her other hand to caress his balls.

“You want to fuck me from behind baby?” she asked in a whisper.

“Baby, I want to fuck you every way I possibly can. If I could get away with it, we would never leave our home.”

She giggled, in that little girl voice that just happened to be the most seductive thing he’d ever heard.

She backed away from him, positioning her back against the tile of the shower. The water was hitting her body in all the right places, and she began to touch herself, molding her breasts firmly in her hands, touching herself between her legs, manipulating her clit, rinsing the soap off her body while thoroughly entertaining her husband.

She stopped washing herself off, and just stared at her husband, begging him with her eyes to come to her. John walked to her, enfolding her body in his arms, sticking his tongue into her mouth, mating with her tongue.

John grabbed her roughly by the hips and turned her around, slamming her up against the tile. She arched her back, slightly tilting her ass up, separating her feet, opening herself up for him.

John thrust into her center with one stroke. He rested his head on her back. She felt so good. He just wanted to stay there and never leave. Marlena’s head fell back when her husband entered her. She slid down the tile a little, arching her back more, so that he could get deeper into her.

John began bucking against her, his hips slapping against her ass. Marlena was crying out with each stroke, whimpers escaping from her lips when John slowed down his tempo.

John had his hands on her hips. He was pushing her towards him with each thrust. He wanted more though. He encircled Marlena with one arm, his hand gripping her waist. His other hand went to her hair. He gathered it into his palm and pulled down on it, making Marlena arch back and cry out.

“Harder baby…fuck me harder,” she cried out.

John’s mouth found her ear, and he bit down on her lobe.

“You want it harder honey?” he whispered against her ear.

“Yes…oh god…yes…”

John’s grip around her waist tightened. He pulled her hair further down, until he could see her face. Their eyes locked for a moment. Blue full of desire, hazel full of longing. He thrust into her again, bucking her wildly, almost losing his balance a few times. He felt like he was being too rough, but Marlena’s cries of passion dissuaded him of thinking he was hurting her.

Marlena was getting close. Her body began to shake, vibrating against John.

“Don’t stop John…please don’t stop…oh baby…oh..god….”

She began shrieking in high pitched cries, her orgasm so intense that her legs buckled beneath her. John’s grip around her tightened, his own orgasm hitting him at the same time. He groaned in her ear, yelling her name out as his body was wracked with pleasure.

Marlena’s head was on his chest, her hands leaning on the tile in front of her. John was holding her up. She wrapped one of her arms around his arm at her waist, and the other she put behind her to rest on his ass. She squeezed him with her hand, laughing inwardly to herself. It was such a cute ass.

John’s face was buried in her hair. He was ready to pick her up and carry her to bed, and he told her as much.

“Honey, you said you were taking me out today to see New York,” she replied “If we go back to bed, we’ll never leave it!”

“Okay with me…besides, my plans for you will be taking place a little bit later in the day,” he said smiling.

The hand he had in her hair began snaking down her back, cupping her ass, pinching her. He brought it lower, going between her legs, and put two fingers into her, alternating between rubbing her clit and fucking her with his fingers.

“You feel so good baby…” he said in her ear, lapping at the water dripping down her neck.

Her breath began to catch in her throat, his signal that she was very close. He increased his tempo, his movements becoming erratic as his dick grew rock hard again.

She began to cry out, pleading with him not to stop. Her head was rolling back and forth, her back arching against his chest. She suddenly threw herself forward, her head resting against the tile, her hands sprawled out, her knuckles white. Her body began to jerk in sudden movements. He couldn’t hear anything coming from her mouth. Just as suddenly, she launched herself back against him, her eyes closed, her mouth open, but no sounds coming from her. She was up on her tiptoes, her hips rotating around his hand, and suddenly she screamed out his name, both of her hands coming up behind her to grip his neck and shoulders, to hold his face next to hers, as her orgasm ripped through her body. John held her close, not understanding what had just happened.

Her body began to calm down some minutes later.

John brought her back under the water of the shower, washing her body again, being very gentle with her. That last orgasm had been very different, he thought to himself. He was a bit concerned. She hadn’t acted like herself. Normally she was very vocal, but she barely said a word during this one. Had he done something wrong?

He turned the water off and got some towels from the rack, putting one around him, then reaching for her. She was quiet, avoiding his eyes, as he toweled her off. He wrapped her in a robe, put one of himself, and then picked her up in his arms.

“You okay?” he asked, concern growing in his eyes.

“I’m okay,” she replied, looking down at the towel in her arms.

He kissed her on her temple and carried her out to the bed. He sat down on the bed, still holding her in his arms.

“We’ve got to talk about what just happened, Doc.”

She looked into his eyes finally, and he could see the fear in those hazel orbs.

“Talk to me, honey. What’s going on?”

“Marlena? Honey, did I hurt you?”

Marlena looked down at her hands. She looked as if she was deep in thought, like she was trying to figure something out, but couldn’t quite grasp it. She finally looked up at John, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I’m sorry honey; I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m fine, really I am.”

“No way Doc. We’re talking about this, now. Baby you’re crying. There must be a reason…”

“They’re tears of joy honey. Honest. I just don’t know if I can put this into words. I’m trying…”

“Okay…well this is a start. So you’re crying because you’re happy?” John said, unsure if he was right.

“Yes. I am crying because I am happy…gloriously happy…”

“Allright. Well, let’s move on to what happened in the shower, okay?”

“Look, it’s really quite simple. I just had a very intense orgasm John. That’s all. And it brought up some things I suppose.”

“What things?”

“Oh I’m not explaining this right, am I?”

“Well I’m pretty lost. Let’s start over, okay?”

Marlena stood up, leaving John sitting on the bed. She began pacing across the room, striving to find the right words.

“Okay, I am going to explain the best way I can, and I don’t want any interruptions, allright?”

“I understand.”

Marlena took in a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly before beginning.

“When we made love in the shower, it was wonderful, like always. But I began feeling something deep inside me. I can’t describe it. I just knew that whatever it was, it wanted to come out of me. And after we made love, and you began to touch me, like only you can do, this feeling grew and became more intense. Right before my orgasm hit me, it began to pour out of me. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel; feel you, feel us. My body didn’t feel like my own for a few seconds. I couldn’t control it. I lost all my inhibitions, everything. I’ve never felt so free John. It was, literally, the most amazing moment in my life.”

Marlena walked toward John, repositioning herself on his lap again. Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, her thumb lightly outlining his lips.

“To say it in simpler terms, I realized, in the shower, just how much I love you.”

John was staring into her eyes, not blinking, waiting for her to continue.

“I think I had a breakthrough John. Something inside me rose to the surface during our lovemaking, and when it hit me full force, it literally stole my breath. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t vocalize what I was feeling. It was so intense that there were simply no words to describe it. All I know is that at that moment, I felt closer to you than ever before. Afterwards, I didn’t understand what happened. I couldn’t explain it to myself, much less you. I guess I just needed a few minutes to process what had happened. It was just…god…there are no words are there? I just…love you so much!”

John was staring at his wife still, looking deep into her eyes. He was having a hard time not crying. His wife was laying her heart down on the table, opening herself up, really letting him in. He just wasn’t sure what to do now.

“I think I know why this has happened, John. The last couple of years have really tested our relationship. We’ve been through some pretty gruesome ordeals. But the last couple of months have been wonderful, and slowly we have begun to rebuild our marriage, to trust each other again. I think this was my way of fully letting go of the past. It was like this little piece of me that was still hanging on to everything that happened, it decided it was time to go, so it made its way to the surface, and now it’s gone, along with any doubts I had about us. I believe in us, in this marriage, in you and me. I trust you with my life. I would die to protect you. I would break any law to free you or save you. You have my unconditional love forever. Nothing you do will ever change it. It’s that simple honey.”

“I don’t know what to say, Doc.”

“You don’t have to say anything baby. I already know how you feel about me. You tell me everyday John…”

She was smiling that amazing smile again. He felt himself sinking in her eyes. You really could get lost in them.

“Oh, you already know do you? Allright wife, tell me how I feel about you.”

“Oh, you worship the ground I walk on, my body is a temple to you, you adore all my faults and habits, you only have eyes for me, you want me every minute of every day, and so on and so forth…”

She had been tapping the list off of her fingers, a sparkle in her eyes, a lopsided smile on her face. When she finished, she looked at him for a second, before she jumped up and began running. John started chasing her around the room, laughing at her shrieks as he got closer to her.

He finally got her as she was turning the corner near the couch. He picked her up, her back to his chest, and threw them both down on the couch, laughter echoing through the room and down the corridor.

“I worship the ground you walk on huh?” he said as began tickling her sides and stomach.

“No John, not my stomach, NONONONONO, please, baby, nooooo…”

Marlena began laughing hysterically, her head thrown back against his chest. John began kissing her ear, the side of her face, as his tickling slowed down to caressing. Marlena stopped laughing, and looked at him upside down, her head slightly tilted at an angle. She could feel him beneath her. He was fully aroused by now. She turned over in his arms and undid the tie at his robe, opening it up to stare at his magnificent body. She raked her nails over his chest, playing with the hair she found there.

“You know that what you said was true…all of it. I do worship you lady, forever.”

Marlena opened her robe and let it slide down her body. She looked him in the eye as she positioned herself over him, slowly sinking down on his cock. When he was fully inside her, she leaned down to rest her chest on his, her hands crossed at his shoulders. She was leaning her head on her hands, looking at him with a smile on her lips.

“All I ask is that you love me honey. That’s all I need to be happy. Okay?”

“Baby, that’s the easy part,” he said.

“Okay…I don’t mind the worship part either…so if you do worship me, then does that mean you think about me all the time, and you dream about me every night. Am I your obsession perhaps?” she asked.

“All of the above baby. All the time, every night and hell yes I am obsessed.”

“I like obsession Sailor. It turns me on. What are you going to do about it?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m on it!”

John wrapped his arms around her, wrapped her legs around his middle and turned them over until he was on top of her. He decided to worship her body slowly, first touching her everywhere he could reach, then using his tongue to lick all his favorite places. He left little bite marks all over her, marking his territory. He made sure that some of them could be seen, even if she was fully clothed. He wanted everyone to know that she was his. He brought her to orgasm first with his fingers, then he brought both of them to climax. He thought they were done once they calmed down, but Marlena wasn’t ready to stop just yet.

Donning their robes once more, they moved to the terrace, where Marlena reached into John’s robe and began pumping his cock, her body hiding any view someone might have had. John ended up dragging his wife to a chair, and they made love with their robes on, Marlena on top of John, her back against his chest. The end of her robe was bunched around John’s hand, so that she was naked from the waist down. When they came, John had to cover Marlena’s mouth with his hand as his head went into the groove at her neck, his groaning caught in her robe and hair.

By the time they made it to the shower again, it was lunchtime, and Marlena was starving. They dressed quickly, wanting to go see the town and find a quiet little bistro to eat at. John let his hand fall down to his wife’s ass as they walked down the corridor. Usually she would have scolded him for it and swiped his hand away, but she just looked at him with love in her eyes and wrapped her arm around him, putting her hand into his jean pocket and giving him a squeeze.

They were kissing again in the elevator until it reached the ground floor. The doors opened to find John rearranging his unmentionables, and Marlena putting her hair back in place.

John softly reached for his wife’s arm and guided her towards the front desk, but he stopped in his tracks when they turned the corner. Marlena looked at John and then followed his gaze. Her eyes leveled at the woman standing not too far away from them. She began walking forward, a determined look on her face. John stopped her, putting his finger to his mouth, and whispered,”Watch.”

The brunette, who had woken up in a stupor not knowing what room she was in or even if she was still in the same hotel, had managed to get herself together and shower quickly. The night before was a big blank. She had passed out before, but never like this. She couldn’t remember the man she had been with, but she wanted to contact him somehow. She asked the gentleman at the front desk if he could divulge the information about the man who had been staying in the room she woke up in.

“Yes ma’am I can do that for you. In fact, he left a message with me early this morning. I was to make sure you received it. Your friend had to leave this morning for a business meeting on the west coast, but he will be back on the east coast next week. He sincerely hopes that he can meet you here at that time. He says that he had a wonderful time, and last night was very special. The card is signed Sincerely, George Clooney.”

Marlena looked at John with her mouth opened. She pointed at him and said “You?”

John nodded his head yes, a huge smile on his face.

The brunette walked out of the hotel gripping the card in a daze. She had slept with George Clooney and she didn’t remember anything?

“Jesus, I need a drink,” she said aloud, looking for the nearest bar.

Marlena and John were walking across the hotel lobby, arm in arm.

“So. George Clooney huh? You see a comparison between you and Old Georgie-boy?” She was trying not to laugh, but wasn’t really succeeding at it.

“Well I was going more for the whole sophisticated jet-setter type. You don’t think I could match up to Clooney?”

They walked out the doors of the hotel, the wind hitting their faces, as they cuddled closer to stay warm. Marlena looked up at John with adoring eyes.

“Baby, I don’t think George could match up to you on your worst day.”

He smiled down at her, kissed her softly on the lips, and said,”That’s my girl.”

He pulled her in closer as they maneuvered their way through the streets of New York. John breathed in deeply, filling his lungs. His wife’s hair was flying in the wind, whipping across her face and then pulling back behind her. It made her look like an angel. She was looking up at the sun, her eyes closed, just enjoying walking with her husband, being wrapped in his arms.

A few blocks down John and Marlena found a little coffee shop. They sat down and just enjoyed staring at each other, eating their muffins and coffee, watching people flow by.

John then led his wife to a dress shop. The owner was expecting them. He greeted them both, shaking their hands, asking if they wanted some champagne.

 

Marlena looked at John, a bewildered look on her face.

 

“What are we doing here, honey?” she asked.

 

“You need a dress for tonight. You didn’t bring a gown with you in that little overnight bag did you?”

 

“Oh…no I didn’t. I guess I do need a dress.” She said sheepishly.

 

The owner led them to a room that was already filled with dresses. Marlena guessed that they were probably all in her size, and knowing her husband, they would all compliment her figure and fit perfectly. He always could shop better for her than she could.

 

“Mr. Black, this is the room where your wife can try on the dresses. You won’t be disturbed in here, and here is your champagne. We also thought you might enjoy a little dessert. Enjoy. Take your time. Let us know if you need anything else.”

 

“Thank you. We will let you know,” John replied.

 

Marlena had been looking at all the dresses. She didn’t realize that John had sat down in one of the soft cushiony chairs in a corner of the room. When she turned around, he was pouring champagne for both of them.

 

“John, are you going to stay in the room while I try these on?”

 

“Mrs. Black, today I am your personal shopper. I will be helping you into the dresses, and out of them, and I will be giving my opinion about which ones to keep.”

 

Marlena laughed out loud, making John look at her with a pout on his face.

 

“What?”

 

“Baby, you won’t be able to keep your hands off me. One dress is all I’ll get to try on before you have me on the floor or in that chair.”

 

“You have my personal promise. I will be on my best behavior today. I give you my word. Scouts honor.”

 

“Well…you don’t have to be on your BEST behavior…we can be a little naughty, can’t we?” she asked as she reached for her champagne glass.

 

“Have I told you lately I love your dirty mind?” he said, grabbing her behind to pull her up next to him, grinding his hips into her middle. Marlena closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against his cheek.

 

“Oh my. I do love when you do that.” She giggled before looking up again to kiss him on the lips.

 

They drank a toast and John settled into his chair, his eyes on Marlena’s ass as she took the first dress off the hanger. It was a beautiful pink gown, with a huge slit up to the right thigh. Marlena liked it instantly. She draped it on a bench and took off her shoes. When she turned around, she saw her husband’s lustful eyes, and she couldn’t help herself. She took off her sweater that had been around her shoulders, turned around, and said over her shoulder, “Honey, could you unzip me…please?”

 

John was already having issues. He was so turned on right now he could barely stand. How the hell did he think he could sit here watching his wife dress and undress in front of him and not at some point throw her up against the wall and have his way? Grin and bear it, buddy, he said to himself.

 

He walked over to his wife, his hands settling on her shoulders. He pulled the zipper down her back, and then began to help her out of it and into the pink gown. When he zipped it up, Marlena turned toward the mirror and looked at herself.

 

“What do you think, honey?” she asked.

 

“I, uh…looks really good to me hon.” His voice was low, gruff.

 

She looked down at the ground, laughing inwardly. The poor man was trying so hard. She decided he needed a little pick me up, literally.

 

Marlena turned around, her back to the mirror. She opened her husband pants, pulling the zipper down and freed his cock, holding it in her hands as she kissed him senseless.

“Jesus, Doc. You are the most incredible woman,” he said as he leaned his forehead against hers. She laughed in her throat, then got down on her knees in the silk pink dress. She figured if she decided on this one, he would remember this moment every time she wore it.

 

She took him in her mouth, sucking on his cock hard and fast for a few moments, and then used her tongue to flick the tip of his penis. She took his balls in one of her hands and massaged them the way she knew he liked it.

 

John was looking down at his beautiful wife, not fully believing she was giving him head in a swanky dress shop. John was starting to like this new breakthrough that Marlena had. It had opened her up so to speak. She appeared looser, more comfortable with herself, and more willing to be spontaneous in public. This could be so good, John thought to himself.

 

Marlena was bobbing her head up and down on him, taking almost all of him in her mouth. The sounds of her sucking him emanated through the room. Somewhere in the back of his head, John thought that someone might hear, but he couldn’t muster up the strength to care. All he could think about was what his wife was doing to him.

 

He tangled his hands in her hair, guiding her head. When he felt himself getting close, he pulled out of her mouth.

 

“John, what are you doing, honey?” she said, staring up at him. “I wasn’t finished.”

 

John raised her up on her feet, and kissed her long and hard. He held her face in his hands.

 

“I want to wait a little honey. Don’t worry, we will definitely continue this. Let’s get another dress on you and put this in the yes pile okay?”

 

“Wait. If I’m getting this one, then I don’t need to try on any other dresses baby.”

 

“Well, you’re getting the pink one, but you’re not wearing it tonight, so we have to keep looking I’m afraid.”

 

“Oh…well poor me! John?”

 

“Yah, baby?”

 

“Why are we getting the pink one?”

 

“Cause you looked hot in it, and it showed just enough skin, and I’m gonna remember this dress forever, so we’re getting it. End of story.”

 

“Okay baby…” she said, laughing to herself. Her husband really was so adorable.

He helped her out of the pink dress, and then zipped her up in the next dress. It was a beautiful black dress with a floral print spiraling down the side. There was another side split on this dress, but it was much higher than the pink one. This one came to rest at the top of Marlena’s thigh. She felt slightly self-conscious just wearing it in front of her husband.

 

“Baby, I think this one is a little risqué for me.”

 

“Well, baby, I think its perfect. We’re getting that one too.”

 

Marlena turned around suddenly, her eyes on her husband.

 

“John, are we getting every dress that fits, or are we looking for the perfect dress for tonight?”

 

“We are getting what I like on you, which basically results in almost every dress in this room, because I picked all these dresses for you.”

 

Marlena’s face softened.

 

“Baby, you went through the store and picked all these for me?”

 

“I sure did. Nothing is too good for my wife.”

 

Marlena went to John, sitting on his lap while he sat back in his chair to look at her.

“Honey, I love all these dresses, and I’m sure they will look great on me, but I don’t need all this. One dress would make me more than happy,” she said, cupping his face in her hands.

 

“I thought you would say that,” he said, smiling up at her.

“What have you got planned?” she asked suspiciously.

 

“Ummm..it’s more of an either or situation. You have the choice of getting as many of these dresses as you want, or, you can pick one dress that you really like, and along with that dress we will get you shoes and some lingerie, and some jewelry. Which one do you want?”

 

Marlena was jumping up and down on him. She was laughing like a little girl, raising her hand in the air.

 

“I take it you have come to a decision?”

 

“Yes Mr. Black, I have. I want Tiffany’s.”

 

“I thought so…okay, so that means a no to this dress you have on, but we still like the pink one right?”

 

“Mmhmm,” she said as she gave him a peck on the lips and giggled.

 

She just loved anything he gave her from Tiffany’s.

 

“Well come on, let’s get cracking on this. We have to find the perfect dress for tonight,” John said, picking her up as he stood up. He put her down on the ground and turned her around. He unzipped the black dress.

 

Marlena turned around facing him, holding up the dress with her arms.

 

“Baby, do we have time for a little diversion?”

 

“What kind of diversion are we talking about?”

 

She walked up to him, dropped the dress and let it land at her feet, and stood in front of him naked.

 

“The kind of diversion that makes your wife scream with ecstasy…” she said, her head tilting to the side.

 

“That’s a hell of a diversion, baby,” John said.

 

John smiled down at his wife as his arms encircled her, coming to rest on her bottom. He squeezed her ass and molded her body against his. She smiled up at her husband, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.

 

Yep, John thought. He was really going to like this breakthrough.

John and Marlena were in each other’s arms in the dressing room, making out like two teens.

“And you said I wouldn’t make it past the first dress you tried on…” John said laughing.

“I just can’t help it honey…you look so good in your sweater and jeans,” she said as she grabbed his ass and squeezed it against her, her other hand snaking under his sweater to pinch his nipples.

John grabbed her face with his hands, forcing her mouth open with his tongue, stealing her breath away. His hands moved to her waist, encircling her and picking her up, her feet dangling above the floor. He walked back to the sofa chair and set her down in front of it.

John ripped his sweater off and threw it on the ground. Marlena was back in his arms and he was bringing her down to sit on the chair, his lips never leaving hers.

John was on his knees, between Marlena’s legs, kissing her neck. Marlena’s arms were around his shoulders, squeezing him to her, her head thrown back to give him better access. Her legs came up to wrap around his lower back, trying to get him as close to her as she could.

John’s hands were at her breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands. He loved that. He kneaded them with his fingers, flicking over her already rock hard nipples. She was whimpering now. He pulled on her nipples, making her cry out his name. He captured her mouth once more, his tongue mating with hers, her groans disappearing down his throat.

Marlena’s hands were all over John’s back. She was raking her nails up and down his shoulders and torso, pinching him in her favorite places. When John brought his mouth to one of her nipples and began to suck on it, Marlena arched her back, wanting John to take more of her in his mouth. Her hands came up to his neck, urging him closer, her hands playing in his hair, pulling it.

John was nipping at her breasts, sucking on each of them, flicking his tongue over her nipples. His arms moved around to her hips. He repositioned her, her torso now against his, on the edge of the chair.

John moved down her body, kissing her lightly on her bellybutton, running his tongue up and down her stomach, and then blowing air over it. His hands were at her back, massaging over her muscles, making their way down to her thighs.

John came back up to her lips, kissing her deeply before breaking apart.

“Lean back baby,” he said as he brought her legs to rest on his shoulders.

John kissed the top of her pelvis, moving around her cunt to kiss her thighs, making her squirm with anticipation.

“Please baby…” she groaned, looking down at John through half-closed eyes brimming with passion.

He parted her lips with his fingers, exposing her more to him. His tongue snaked out to flick over her clit a few times. Her hands came to his shoulders, kneading into them, grinding her nails into his skin. He covered her clit with his mouth, sucking on it furiously, making up and down movements, faster and faster his tongue moved, not letting up.

Marlena was losing her mind; her head was arched back over the chair. She was crying out, screaming yes over and over. Her legs had begun to move higher up, until they were against her chest, exposing more of her to him.

“Don’t stop baby….oh god…yes…fuck me…” she said as her body began to shake uncontrollably.

She was right there, John thought. He slid two fingers inside her cunt, curling them up. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, his tongue not letting up, until he felt Marlena tighten every muscle in her body.

A wail came from her mouth, her hands lost grip on his shoulders, her fingers splayed out, her body beginning to jerk.

Her orgasm washed through her like a tidal wave, her whole body tightening, riding the wave, and then slowly receding back to normal, her body slowly relaxing, satiated.

John was still licking her, lapping at her juices, inhaling her magical scent. He brought his mouth back up to her bellybutton, kissing his way up her body. He kissed her on the mouth, his tongue playing with hers. She could taste herself on his tongue. She never knew it could turn her on so much.

John’s fingers were still inside her. He pulled out of her, his cock already out of his pants. He moved his hand over his dick, spreading her juices over him, and positioned himself at her opening.

They were staring into each other’s eyes. Marlena had brought herself, her chest against his, her arms wrapped around his neck. She gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, smiled sweetly.

“Make love to me baby,” she said against his lips, her eyes on his.

John slid into her slowly, savoring the feel of him inside her. When he was fully inside her, she brought her legs up to curl around his hips, her feet resting on his lower back.

He started to thrust into her, his hips slapping up against her, his movements slow and calculated.

They never took their eyes off each other. There was no space between their bodies. John was fucking her slowly, passionately. His thrusts were hitting her deep inside. Each one made her cry out, holding on to him tighter, trying to bring him closer to her.

John was losing control fast. His wife was driving him crazy with her cries of passion. She was looking at him with so much love and trust. Jesus he could die right now.

John knew the minute Marlena began to feel her orgasm. Her eyelids fluttered, her mouth opened, but nothing came out, and her head fell back.

He began to bang her faster, holding on to both her legs. His head was against her chest, his forehead resting right by her heart. He could feel her heart racing, could feel her muscles beneath him tensing up. He shifted himself at that moment, pummeling into her at an angle, finding the spot that drove her crazy.

“Oh god…fuck me harder John…yes, baby…oh…”

John found her mouth, thrusting his tongue down her throat, her cries of passion heard only by him. Her orgasm made her tighten her pelvic muscles. It was John’s undoing. He couldn’t hold on any longer. His orgasm ripped through him right after hers. He groaned low in his throat, his hips bucking against her wildly.

They stayed in each other’s arms for several minutes, lying back in the chair. Marlena’s legs were still around John, her feet resting on his low back, her arms around his shoulder, her fingers tangled in his hair. John was leaning forward on her, still on his knees. His arms were around her waist, his head resting at her neck. Neither wanted to move.

A noise outside of the room brought them back to reality. They looked at each other and laughed quietly. John looked at his wife.

“You realize you just practically raped me in a public place?” he said teasingly.

“ME? As I recall, you were willing and able Sailor,” she said as she slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

“Ouch,” he said as he reluctantly slid out of her and got up on his feet. He held out his hand for her. “Why am I always getting smacked?”

“Because you’re so damn cute,” Marlena said as she accepted his hand, bringing herself up on her feet and back into his arms.

“You think I’m cute?” he said, his eyebrow arching as he looked down at her.

She sucked in her breath, her lips puckering up.

“Baby, you are the cutest man in the world…and the sexiest…and the hottest…and you get the point right?” she responded, laughing against him as his smile widened.

“Yah, I got the point. I’m irresistible…you can’t keep your hands off of me…” he said.

She slapped him again before he set off running between the racks of dresses. She followed him, trying to catch him, but he seemed to be a step ahead of her. She finally gave up, a pout on her face. She was leaning against the wall, her hands above her, her neck arched up. She was looking at him across the room, her eyes clouded over with lust.

John was looking at his wife from across the room. As much as he wanted to approach her, he knew if he did, they would be late for everything tonight. But damn it if she didn’t look sexy standing there with no clothes on.

“Honey, I really want to come over there, but we have got to get moving. In fact, we don’t have a lot of time left to choose dresses. We have to make a decision in about ten minutes.”

Marlena kept the pout on her face. She was not happy. She wanted to fuck, now.

“Okay sailor…will keep on your schedule, but tonight when you take me out, I am not letting you off the hook, got it?” she said, leveling her eyes at him, her hands on her hips.

John laughed. She had no idea where he was taking her. This was going to be interesting.

“Okay Doc…Tonight it is.” He said, hiding his smile behind his hand.

They decided on a beautiful green dress that was the color of Marlena’s eyes. It was an off the shoulder, full length silk dress that swayed lightly when she moved. She looked enchanting in it.

They cleaned up the room, walking out with the green dress, and the pink dress. John convinced Marlena that the pink dress wasn’t for her. It was for him. She looked at him from beneath her lashes, smiled, and kissed him lightly.

“You like it that much, eh?” she said.

“I like you in it very much. But no one will ever see this dress. It’s just for me to look at.” He said, his blue eyes sparkling down at her.

The owner had a hard time looking them in the eye, but he was very sweet. Marlena noticed that many of the women working in the store were staring at John, their eyes roaming over his body, some of them licking their lips.

Marlena smiled to herself. She might have got jealous of something like this before. Now, she looked up at her husband, her eyes gleaming with pride, and thanked god that he was hers.

John was done talking to the owner and paying for the dresses. He looked at his wife, noticed her staring up at him. She looked so happy, he thought.

He put his arm around her and kissed her deeply, his other arm snaking around to give her ass a quick squeeze. They smiled at each other as they walked out of the store, arm in arm.

As John stood to the side to let Marlena pass through the door, he noticed the women still staring at him. He walked out the door, gathering his wife into his arms again, and waved to all the women in the store as they walked past the window. When they made it around the corner, they’re laughter could be heard down the block.

John and Marlena made their way to the other shops throughout the rest of the afternoon.  After picking out some shoes, John took Marlena to a lingerie store and told her he would be next door. John went to the jewelry shop, picking out a necklace and earrings for his wife. As he was leaving, his eyes focused on a little charm. Since he thought tonight was going to be memorable, he bought the charm for Marlena’s bracelet.

John walked out of the jewelry store, heading over to the lingerie shop. Marlena was already waiting for him. He approached her, looking at the little bag she held in her hand. Marlena was looking at the bag he had in his hand.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” she said mischievously.

He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her gently on the lips.

“No way…I can wait a little to see what you got in that little bag,” he said, grinning down at her.

“You’re no fun…” Marlena said, pouting.

“No?” he said, bewildered.

“No!” she said, slapping him on the arm.

“What if I said I was already thinking about what I’m going to do to you tonight?” he said against her lips.

“Oh?” she replied.

“Uh-huh…I can see you in your lingerie…I see me ripping your lingerie off of you…throwing you against the wall…fucking you senseless…looks pretty fun in my mind.”

“Sounds good to me. Take me back to the hotel. Now.”

“Now I told you, no more hanky-panky. We are running late. In fact, we are going to have to get ready pretty fast.” John said as he stepped away from her and grabbed her hand.

“John Black, if you don’t fuck your wife soon, she’s going to make you suffer.”

John turned around to stand directly in front of her. He put his hand under her chin to bring her face up to his.

“Dear, don’t you remember yesterday? Tonight is YOUR night to suffer. I told you I would get you back for what you did. You have to wait until I say. Got it?” He grabbed her ass and pushed her to him for effect.

John’s eyes were wild. With everything that had happened today, she completely forgot about their little talk.

“Oh yes…our little deal…I seem to remember telling you that I wasn’t going to let you off the hook tonight. Looks like we both will be suffering, doesn’t it?” she said, a devilish smile on her face.

“Sure does…This should be interesting…”

They walked back to the hotel, arm in arm. Once they were inside the hotel elevator, Marlena pushed John up against the wall, dropping the bags in her hand. She was kissing him furiously, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth, her hands all over him. She was pulling up his sweater, her nails raking his flesh. John dropped his bags and grabbed her ass, pushing her against him. She could feel how hard he was, and she groaned in his mouth. She reached between them, unzipping John’s jeans and snaked her hand inside, pumping her husband up and down. He lifted her dress to her hips, rubbing his palm against her underwear, pulling them down slightly. He began to fingerfuck her as she played with his balls. He was banging her hard with his fingers, making her whimper with each thrust. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast and she squeezed him in her hand as she came. After her orgasm had washed through her, she stared at her husband, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

“Fuck me John…right here…now,” she said, panting against his lips.

John pushed her away from him. It was the hardest thing he ever had to do.

“Honey, I really want to be inside you right now, but I don’t want to miss tonight. We have no time to spare, but I promise you, tonight is going to be very, very, very memorable, okay?”

His hands were cupping her face, and he was kissing her sweetly, pleading with her to not be mad. She was frustrated, and wanted to throw a tantrum. She wanted him so badly at the moment, and it was pissing her off that she had to wait.

“Well…if you can wait, then so can I…I suppose…” she said stubbornly.

“That’s my baby.”

They made it to the room, and took separate showers, per Marlena’s request. She wouldn’t have been able to keep her hands off of him if they showered together.

John was dressed and ready to go. He was pacing in the living room when Marlena walked out of the bedroom, her green dress gliding as she walked towards him.

She twirled around, letting him see all of her, and asked,” What do you think?”

He couldn’t breathe. Jesus, she was a goddess. He walked up to her and kissed her gently on the lips. When he pulled away, she looked into his eyes.

“Honey, are you okay?” she asked, concerned.

“I’m wonderful. And you look beautiful. I am really glad you picked this dress.”

She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. She noticed his tie was messed up.

“Baby, you can’t go out with your tie like that,” she said.

“Yah, I was having trouble. You think you could do it for me?” he asked, an adorable smile on his face.

“Come here,” she replied, fixing his tie while looking up into his face every few seconds. Once his tie was fixed, she gave him a little peck on the lips, then smiled sweetly before turning around to get her purse.

While she was checking through her purse to make sure she had everything, John’s hand appeared in front of her. He was holding a little box. She let out a little squeal, knowing that it was jewelry. She grabbed it out of his hand and turned around to face him.

“Can I open it now?” she asked like a giddy child.

“I suppose,” he replied, looking at the ceiling as if he was really thinking about it.

Marlena opened the box slowly, savoring the anticipation she felt. Inside the box was a pair of emerald earrings with diamond teardrops. They were breathtaking.

“Oh, John. They’re beautiful!” she said, tears in her eyes. “Thank you honey…I love them!”

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. When she pulled away, he had another box in his hand.

“There’s more?” Marlena asked, not entirely surprised, but pleased that he did it anyways.

“There is always more baby…” he replied, a somewhat smug look on his face.

Marlena opened the bigger box, not knowing what to expect. Inside the box was an emerald and diamond necklace, not overtly big, but big enough for her eyes.

“Oh my god, John. What did you do honey? This looks so expensive…”

“Nothing is too good for my wife, remember? Let me put it on you,” he said, taking the necklace from her and unfastening it.

Marlena put on her earrings as John slid the necklace on her.

“I have one more present, but you’ll have to wait until tonight.”

“What is it?” Marlena asked.

“I can’t tell you honey…it’s a surprise.”

“John, you know I don’t like surprises, so just tell me what it is, and then I will leave you alone and not mention it again. Okay?”

“No.” he replied.

“I don’t think I like that reply, John.”

“I don’t think I like your attitude, Doc.”

He was smiling at her, obviously playing with her, but it infuriated her nonetheless.

She looked up at him with fiery eyes; John grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door, not letting her go until they reached the elevator. Once inside, John pushed the button for the lobby. When the doors closed, he reached for her, slamming her against the wall. She didn’t resist for a second. His hands were on her ass, pushing her towards his groin, his mouth devouring hers. Her hands were in his hair, urging him closer.

The ding of the elevator brought them back to reality. John moved away from her, fixing her dress and hair. She wiped her lipstick off his lips and straightened his suit.

Outside there was a limo waiting for them. John and Marlena settled back into the seat of the limo. John spoke to the driver for a second, and then closed the partition. He put his arm around his wife and pulled her closer to him, inhaling her scent.

“Will you tell me where we are going tonight?” she said sweetly.

“That I can tell you. We are going to the ballet. Romeo and Juliet is playing right now. I thought you would like it.”

He is the sweetest man, she thought. She remembered back to when they first met. She had invited him to the ballet. The evening didn’t go exactly as planned, but it was still eventful.

“So…what shall we do until we get to the ballet?” Marlena said, tilting her head at her husband coyly.

“Not yet, Doc. You need to wait a little longer.” John said, looking out the window.

She was going to kill him, she thought to herself. Well, if he was going to put her through this, she had a little plan of her own. She was going to surprise the hell out of her husband tonight.

John and Marlena arrived at the theatre and found their seats. They were in a balcony. Each balcony had four seats. Marlena noticed that they were the only two in the balcony as the show began.

“I guess we get to be alone honey,” she said coyly.

“I bought all four seats, baby,” he responded. “Didn’t feel like sharing you tonight with anyone else.”

Perfect, Marlena thought to herself.

Twenty minutes into the ballet, Marlena scanned the other balconies, making sure no one was looking over at them. John had his arm around her, his other hand resting in his pocket. Marlena had one hand in her lap; the other was lying gently on John’s thigh.

Without warning, Marlena’s hand went to her husband’s crotch, unzipping his pants. She pulled his cock out and began pumping him up and down. John shifted in his chair, clearing his throat as quietly as he could. He leaned over to whisper in his wife’s ear.

“What the hell are you doing, honey?” he said through clenched teeth.

She looked him dead in the eye, a lustful gleam on her face.

“Oh baby, I’ve just begun,” she said, laughing deep in her throat. She scanned the balconies once more, and then bent over her husband’s lap and took him in her mouth.

“Jesus Doc!” John said under his breath.

He scanned around, checking to see if anyone could see. He couldn’t make out faces in the other balconies, but he could tell where they were looking. So far, they were not being watched. John closed his eyes and leaned his head back, trying not to groan as his wife took him in her mouth as deep as she could. Her hand was playing with his balls and her tongue was making circular movements around the tip of his dick. His hands went to her head, guiding her in and out of him. He couldn’t hold on very long, and he came in his wife’s mouth, one of his hands covering his mouth to stop him from groaning too loud.

Seated at one of the balconies across from John and Marlena, Kate was using her binoculars to see the dancers better. Roman was seated next to her, along with Bo and Hope. Kate scanned around the room with her binoculars, watching the people’s reactions to the dancers below. As she came across John and Marlena’s balcony, she stopped.

“Oh my god. Roman, John is here!” she said as she looked towards him.

“Really? Hey Bo, Kate says John is here at the ballet.”

“Oh. Where is he?” Bo said, nudging Hope in the side to get her attention.

Kate pointed to the balcony, and they all raised their binoculars to look. They got the view of Marlena lifting her head from John’s lap, a satisfied smile on her face. John looked slightly uncomfortable, but he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply.

All four of them swiftly brought their binoculars down to their laps, an uncomfortable silence among them.

“Well…that was interesting,” Bo said first, rearranging his tie.

“Yes…wasn’t expecting that,” Roman responded, looking slightly irritated.

“Why don’t we just wait until intermission to go say hello, okay?” Hope suggested.

“Agreed,” they all responded.

Marlena and John were kissing furiously. John broke away, looking down at his wife. Jesus, he needed her now.

“Meet me in the bathroom in three minutes.” John said.

He kissed her once more, then got up and exited the balcony.

Marlena turned back toward the ballet. There would be no time for foreplay, she thought. She lifted her dress and began to touch herself with her fingers, manipulating her clit between her thumb and finger. She was trying her hardest not to moan, her movements increasing in speed as she felt the beginning of her orgasm hit her. Her hand went up to cover her mouth as she brought her head down to her chest. As soon as her orgasm began to recede, she fixed her dress and hair, then silently got up and made her way to the bathroom.

Marlena walked into the women’s bathroom. There was no lock. Damn. She began to walk among the stalls, opening each one. The last stall was slightly opened. She walked through it, and saw her husband leaning against the wall.

“Fancy meeting you in a place like this, Sailor,” she said slightly out of breath.

“Come here,” he commanded.

Ohhh…this is going to be rough, Marlena thought to herself. She decided to add a little bit of information to further drive him crazy.

“Just to let you know, baby, I’m not wearing anything underneath this dress.”

John groaned deep in his throat. He reached for her, throwing her purse down. He threw her against the wall so hard that she yelped out in pain. She didn’t care though. She just wrapped her arms around her husband and held on.

He lifted her dress violently, almost ripping it, and picked her up by the ass, his cock already out of his pants. He thrust into her, slapping against her ass as he sank into her as deep as he could. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to get closer to him. He began to fuck her wildly, grunting with each thrust, practically splitting her apart, but she was taking it. He was pummeling her so hard that she was hitting the wall each time he came into her. It felt so damn good. She was biting at his ear, telling him to fuck her harder, pleading with him not to stop. He couldn’t have stopped at the moment. He couldn’t remember where they were at the moment. All he could think of was Marlena, being inside her, fucking her like there was no tomorrow, getting lost in her eyes.

Marlena’s orgasm hit her suddenly. She arched her back against the wall, screaming out John’s name.

“Don’t stop, baby…oh god…fuck me harder John…HARDER!”

He slammed into her, losing all control. He had to be hurting her, he thought, but he didn’t care. He came amid Marlena’s cries of passion, burying his face in her neck as he groaned her name.

They sank to the ground, Marlena still in his lap. Too tired to even move. Some minutes later, John’s head came up to rest against hers.

“Did I hurt you honey,” he asked, concerned.

“No baby…you were wonderful,” she responded as she kissed him deeply, letting him know she was thoroughly happy.

“We better get out of here fast, before we press our luck.” John said, laughing lightly.

“Oh gosh, I forgot we were in public!” Marlena said, a hand over her mouth to cover her laugh.

They fixed their clothes and Marlena checked her hair and make-up in the mirror. As they opened the door, they almost bumped into Kate and Hope.

Bo and Roman were behind the girls, heading to the men’s room. They stared at John and Marlena, both somewhat stunned.

“Hiya John. Hey Marlena. Good to see you. I…wow…I’m not going to touch this one k?” Bo said as he looked over at Roman.

“Yah…me neither…good to see you two,” Roman said as he followed Bo into the men’s room.

Once inside, they looked at each other and began laughing.

“Jesus, they can’t get enough of each other, can they?” Bo said.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Roman said, clearly ticked off.

Hope was the first to speak outside.

“Just tell me which stall not to use,” she said good-heartedly.

John laughed and pointed to the last stall, while Marlena turned beet red.

“What are you doing here?” Marlena asked, perplexed.

“Well, after John got the information that Bo needed, he asked Roman to come with him. They came and got me, and the local police took the men into custody. I might have to go back down there, but we are hoping that the trial will take place here in the states. Bo thought it would be nice to come to New York and thank John in person. We were going to stop by his hotel tomorrow. Roman called Kate and asked if he would like to join us, and she took a flight out. The boys decided to take us girls out on the town tonight. And that brings us to finding you two having sex in public, which you know you could be arrested for, but considering you saved my life John, I think we’ll let this slide, so to speak,” Hope said, a grin breaking out on her face.

“Thank you, Hope,” Marlena said gratefully.

“If you’ll excuse me, I really have to get in there,” Hope said, pointing to the bathroom.

John and Marlena stepped aside to let her pass.

John looked from Marlena to Kate, and decided to get the hell out of there.

“Honey, I’m going to get us some champagne, okay?” he said to his wife.

“Okay honey…come find me when you’re done,” she said to him, never looking away from Kate, who at the moment was looking at her with disdain.

“Kate…you obviously have something to say…so why don’t you say it already?” Marlena asked.

“Well…I don’t even know where to start Marlena…I never expected you to act like this,” Kate said, venom dripping with every word.

“Kate…I would hope you aren’t spending your time thinking about what my husband and I do in our private time…I wouldn’t encourage that kind of escaping…it could lead to some disturbing behavior.” Marlena said icily.

“I just can’t believe you would fuck him in a place like this…don’t you have any dignity?” Kate lashed out.

“You’re asking ME if I have dignity? Kate, have you forgotten your formal profession? How dare you even speak to me about what I do with my husband. You need to move on with your life, and get over it. John is MINE,” Marlena said, anger rising in her voice. She stepped closer to Kate until they were practically nose to nose.

“If you so much as look at my husband the wrong way, I will make you wish you were still hoaring yourself down by the pier. Are we clear?” Marlena said, her harsh words just above a whisper.

Kate opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She looked into Marlena’s eyes, and was suddenly frightened of her. Marlena had a look on her face that she had never seen. She actually looked like she could kill her at any moment.

“I understand, Marlena. I’m very sorry for my comment. What you do with your husband is your business. I won’t interfere.” Kate was playing nice for the moment, but Marlena knew it wouldn’t last.

“I don’t want to have this conversation ever again.” Marlena said before she turned on her heel and walked towards her husband. Kate breathed a sigh and walked into the bathroom.

“That bitch!” Kate yelled once the door had closed.

Marlena was taking the glass her husband was offering, and they made a little toast to themselves.

“Everything okay between you and Kate?” he asked, not really worried about the exchange of looks he had seen between them. Marlena would beat the shit out of Kate if she tried to steal John away, and he knew it.

“Nope…everything is great honey…although I must admit; I am quite ready to go back to the hotel. What do you say, Sailor?” she asked, reaching her hand up to play with his ear and get lost in his hair.

“You don’t have to ask twice, baby…let’s blow this joint.” John said, reaching for her hand as he made his way to the front of the lobby.

John opened the door to the limo for Marlena, and once she was inside, he talked to the driver for a moment, and then slid in after her. Marlena curled up to her husband, content just to be in his arms at the moment. While her mind was whirling with the argument she just had with Kate, her body was tired. She began to fall asleep in John’s arms, his hand gently rubbing her arm.

“Sleep a little honey…you’re going to need your rest.”

“Hmm?” she said through her dreamlike haze.

“Nothing baby…just sleep.”

John nudged closer to Marlena, his arm wrapped around her, his hand caressing her thigh under the slit in her dress. She looked up at him, a lazy look in her eyes. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, her mouth slightly opening, a signal to her husband. John leaned forward, capturing her mouth with his, his tongue rolling over hers. Once the kiss ended, he put his forehead against hers, both too tired to continue. They held each other until the limo stopped in front of their hotel.

John led Marlena through the lobby, heading towards the elevator. While waiting for one to arrive, John took Marlena in his arms and kissed her thoroughly, grabbing her ass to push her up against him, letting her know how turned on he was.

They took sides in the elevator, each against a different wall, staring at each other. Neither made a move. Marlena’s eyes clouded over, renewed energy filling her body. John sensed it, could actually see the difference in her face and body.

“You had enough sleep I see,” he said, his voice deep and gruff.

“Yes I’m feeling quite rested actually,” she said through lust-filled eyes.

“You haven’t forgotten, have you?” he asked.

No, she hadn’t forgotten about tonight. It was her turn to be tortured. She became wet just thinking about what John was going to do to her. She was thankful she slept a little. She was going to need all her strength for this.

“Forgotten what, dear?” she asked demurely.

The elevator arrived on their floor, and Marlena stepped out first, walking seductively in front of John as they made their way to their room. As she came to the door, she turned and leaned against it, waiting for John to make his way toward her. He put his hands up on either side of the door, leaning against it as well. She jutted out her chin defiantly, letting him know she wasn’t going to give in easily.

Good, John thought. He liked her feisty. He leaned in to her, molding his body against hers, until his lips were inches from her. He sucked on her lower lip, not touching her anywhere else. She moaned slightly, but she kept her hands at her sides.

John reached in to his pocket and took out the key, unlocked the door, and opened it, Marlena still against it. He walked in to their room, and left her their. Marlena shut the door, her gaze resting on the king size bed. She was looking at the broken piece of the headboard.

My God, she thought. I made John do that. What the hell is he going to do to me? She trembled slightly and then shook herself out of it, holding her head high as she walked up to John, who was making himself a drink.

“Go to the bathroom and put on the lingerie you bought earlier today.” It was a command. She liked when he commanded her to do things.

“Allright,” she said, walking towards the bathroom.

John didn’t know what she had bought, but he was hoping it was something revealing.

Marlena took one look at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom. The lights were off in the room, but John had strategically placed lit candles throughout the room. There was music playing. It reminded her of the slow, sexy music they listened to in New Orleans.

John was leaning against the wall, looking through the window to the city below. He had taken off his jacket and tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. He looked at her as she approached him. And she took his breath away.

Marlena was wearing a short, red number. The top was lace, low-cut and see-through. It left nothing to the imagination. He could tell her nipples were hard. The top ended right at mid-hip, and underneath she was wearing red lace underwear. She was holding a piece of red lace in her hand, and it sparked John’s interest.

“What is that for?” he asked, motioning to the lace.

“It’s for you to blindfold me,” she responded, her voice deep and seductive.

She’s ready to play all right, he said to himself.

“Turn around.” John said, trying to hide the quiver in his voice.

Marlena turned around, her hands up against the wall. She looked at John over her shoulder, her hair cascading down her back. She spread her legs slightly.

Her underwear only covered half her ass, coming down at an angle, ending in a v-shape at her crotch.

John couldn’t control himself. He forgot what he was doing.

“Turn your head towards the wall,” he said harshly. She did as she was told.

John brought his hand up to his face. He was way too turned on at the moment. He would never last as long as he wanted. He tried to think of other things instead of the heavenly sight of his wife. Once he calmed down, he approached his wife slowly, like a panther.

He took the blindfold from her fingers, and put it over her eyes, tying it tight. He turned her around to face him. Her lips were parted slightly, her breathing uneven. She was begging him silently to kiss her, but he wasn’t going for it.

He kissed her earlobe, biting it slightly, moving down her neck to place kisses on her shoulders and making his way over to the other side, kissing her other earlobe, biting it harder than the first. He was intentionally going slow, making her think this was going to be gentle. He made his way to her chest, rubbing her nipples through the lace with his hands, pulling on them gently, then harder. She was moaning now, wanting to move her arms, wanting to touch him, Instead she put her hands on her thighs, rubbing them nervously up and down.

Without warning, John ripped her lace top open, the garment split down the middle. Marlena cried out, the force of his hands bringing her closer to him.

“I liked your outfit, baby.” John said against her lips. “We’ll have to buy another one when we get home.”

Her lips quivered against his. She wanted him to kiss her so badly. She brought her head forward slightly, trying to catch his lips, almost succeeding, but he moved back just in time. He slapped her ass violently, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Don’t try that again. You cannot touch me unless I say. If you do, you will get punished.”

The slap had stung, bringing tears to her eyes, but at the same time, it felt so good.

“May I talk to you?” she asked quietly.

John slapped her again on the other cheek. Marlena moaned, arching her head back.

“Yes. You can talk to me. That I will allow.”

“Why did you punish me again?” she asked puzzled.

“Because you liked it,” he responded knowingly.

He knew her too well, she thought. At least she could talk to him. But it was going to drive her crazy if she couldn’t touch him. Her hands were already fidgeting.

John ripped off what was left of her top, throwing it to the ground. He cupped one of her breasts, letting his thumb slide over the peak. His other hand went around to her ass and he began to massage her, rubbing gently over the areas he had slapped earlier. He began to massage her breast, pulling on the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pinching it. Marlena’s head fell back against the wall, moans escaping from her parted mouth.

John brought his head down to meet her other breast, enveloping it in his mouth, sucking and biting her nipple.

Marlena instinctively brought her hands up to his head, trying to bring him closer. John stepped back and slapped her on the ass again.

“I told you…no touching. Don’t make me warn you again.” John said, secretly glad that she couldn’t keep her hands off him. He didn’t mind slapping her either.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I have to touch you.”

“Then you leave me no choice.” John said gruffly. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, dropping her in the middle of the bed. He roughly grabbed both of her hands and forced them above her. She could hear the click of the handcuffs as they surrounded her wrists. She felt John close to her, and then heard the groan of the bed as he shifted away from her. All was quiet for a few seconds. She didn’t know where he was, or what he was going to do.

“John?” she cried out under her breath.

“John,” she cried out once more.

She heard something in the distance. The anticipation was killing her, to the point that she wanted to cry and groan at the same time.

Something touched against her lips. She didn’t even know John was near her again.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. She obeyed, slightly parting her lips.

She bit down, tasting strawberry. Before she could swallow it, she felt something cold against her breast. She arched her back in response.

John was smearing whip cream on first one breast, then the other. He began to feast like a savage, devouring any control she might have had.

Marlena was moaning, her hands pushing against the handcuffs.

John used his hand on one breast while his tongue worked its magic on the other. He was biting her nipple, then taking her breast in his mouth, sucking on it and moving his tongue in circular motions over her nipple.

She was groaning now, her head tossing from side to side, urging him on.

John reached for the whip cream again, spreading it over her stomach area. He brought his hand up to her mouth, letting her suck the cream off his fingers. She began biting on his fingers, whirling her tongue around them while John worked on her stomach, licking up the cream as it melted over her sides, her skin on fire.

John turned her on her side, and came up behind her, his lips lost in her hair, his hands cupping her ass. Marlena was resting her head on her arm, arching her back against her husband. John was making his way down her back, paying special attention to the back of her neck and shoulders. He made his way down to her ass, kneading the flesh, licking and biting it, and finally giving her a slap on each cheek. She arched her ass up, as if she wanted him to hit her again.

“You like that, wife, don’t you?” he asked.

“Oh…Yes…slap me again,” she responded.

He switched places on her, coming around to her front, holding her against him, his lips hovering over hers, inches apart. His hand came down violently on her right cheek. Marlena was forced closer to John, her lips parted open, a cry escaping from her full lips. John wanted to kiss her so badly at that moment. He licked at her lips, not allowing her to catch his, teasing her until she was pouting.

“Please…baby…” Marlena pleaded.

“Please, what?” John inquired.

“Please…kiss me…” she responded.

He slapped her once more, her body ricocheting against him. Her body was quivering now, shaking with need.

“No,” he said gruffly.

He moved away then, rolling away from her. She felt a chill suddenly, wanting his warm body next to her.

“John? Where are you going?” she asked.

“Be quiet.” John said.

Marlena silently lay on the bed, her body still shaking. There was no sound coming from anywhere. What was he doing, she thought.

John was staring at his wife from across the room. She still had on the sexy red underwear, but nothing else. She was a vision. He was pulling himself together, having almost lost it when she asked him to kiss her. Being far enough away to not have her perfume intoxicating him was doing the trick. He felt his body relaxing, his mind clearing. He approached her once more, coming up to the edge of the bed.

Marlena still didn’t hear anything, but she was being silent, the only sound coming from her was her erratic breathing, which she couldn’t get under control.

His hands were on her legs instantly, pulling her underwear off, grabbing her legs, wrapping them around his shoulders. His tongue went straight for her clit, flicking it from side to side, and then surrounding it by his mouth, sucking and pulling on it.

Marlena cried out, his movements so fast that she didn’t know what was going on. She was moaning his name over and over, bringing her legs up higher to her chest, giving him more access.

John was darting his tongue in and out of her cunt, his fingers manipulating her clit.

Marlena was moving all over, trying to get closer to him, elevating her ass off the bed, bringing his tongue deeper inside of her. She was bucking against him, her movements in sync with his tongue and fingers.

She came while screaming his name, her hips grinding against him. Her body began to slowly come down from its high, her limbs relaxing, her mouth open and moaning slightly.

John continued his ministrations, not wanting her to relax too much. He continued licking and sucking her clit, sliding his fingers inside her, one finger, then two and finally three. Her body responded immediately.

He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her mouth parted. She was panting now, having only had a few seconds to collect herself and catch her breath.

He was banging her fast with his fingers, his movements erratic as he felt her tighten around him. Her head fell back against the pillows, her hips sliding on and off the bed, meeting him with each thrust.

“Baby…Oh god…please…don’t stop…” she cried out as her second orgasm ripped through her body.

He slowed down his movements as she came back down to earth, his fingers lazily grazing her clit as he made his way up her body, his tongue dipping into her belly button, moving up to lick between her breasts. He reached her neck and made his way to her ear, biting down on her earlobe, darting his tongue in her ear as he whispered to her.

“Did you like that, baby?”

“Oh…yes…I liked that very much…” she responded.

He had her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it between them, taking his time. He moved his body until he was between her legs, and Marlena could feel him against her. He was naked now, and she could feel his cock rubbing against her thigh. She moved her leg up, trying to bring him closer to her opening.

“John…please…I need you inside me…now baby…”

“No.” John said roughly, biting her neck.

“Baby…please!” Marlena pleaded.

John moved his hand away from her, and then swiftly brought his hand back, slapping her cunt violently. Marlena cried out, her hands straining against the handcuffs. She was whimpering, on the verge of crying.

“I said no.” John said next to her ear. “Don’t ask me again.”

“John, what do I have to do to get you to fuck me?” she said, in a slightly bold tone.

“You have to wait through the torture, my dear, just like you did to me last night.” John responded. He licked her nose, teasing her further, as his hands went back to her cunt to work their magic.

She was writhing back and forth, trying harder and harder to get out of the handcuffs. She was straining to break free, but she wasn’t as strong as John, and she sank back into the pillows, upset that she couldn’t do it.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, a smile on his face.

“This isn’t fair, John. I didn’t blindfold you and put you in handcuffs. I let you see me.”

That was half the problem, John said to himself. The fact that he could see everything she did to him only made things worse. But if she thought she would be able to handle it, then far be it from him to say no.

“You’re right, baby. I was able to see you, and you should get the same treatment.” John said as he took her blindfold off. Her eyes blinked several times, adjusting to the faint light throughout the room, and then they focused on him. She smiled faintly.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi, baby,” he said back.

He went back to biting her neck, sucking on his favorite spots, leaving little marks on her. His hands were leisurely touching her clit, moving his hands every so often to her opening, moving his hands inside her. She was back to moaning now, her little cries of passion driving him crazy. His movements became erratic, and she came once more, her screams directed into his ear as he sank into her hair, inhaling her glorious scent.

Marlena was waiting for her chance. She knew John could never resist her if he was looking in her eyes. The minute his head came up from her neck, she looked him dead in the eye.

John couldn’t take his eyes away from hers. There was something mesmerizing about them. Damn, he thought to himself. His wife had pulled a fast one. He knew taking the blindfold off was a bad idea.

She was looking at him with half-closed eyes, her lips parting slightly, her neck arching up, bringing her lips closer to his.

“Please,” she whispered against him, her eyes pleading with him for just one kiss.

He couldn’t say no. Nothing could have stopped him from kissing her at that moment. He brought his lips down to hers, barely touching them. The kiss started out slow, with John sucking her lower lip. He was putting little kisses all over her lips, above them, below, and then kissing her fully on the lips. She opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out to lick his lips, urging him inside her mouth. His tongue joined hers, and then he closed his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss, his tongue mating with hers, making love to her mouth.

When the kiss ended, John brought his forehead to lean against hers, catching his breath. This wasn’t how he expected this to go. He was losing it. He had to somehow get back on track. But then he made the mistake of opening his eyes and looking at his wife.

She was staring at him, her eyes full of lust and want. She brought her lips up until they rested against his.

“Fuck me, John. Fuck me hard and fast. Now.”

Her lips whispered against his, tickling his skin. He couldn’t look away. He couldn’t say no. The roles had reversed. He was under her spell now, and he was all too happy to do as she commanded.

Marlena was staring into John’s eyes, waiting for his reply. John was staring at her, not moving. He looked like he was fighting his urge.

“Come on, baby. Come inside me. I need you John. I need you honey…”

John kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her as she moaned in his mouth.

He thrust into her hot center fiercely, making Marlena break the kiss as her head arched back, a smile lighting up her face. John knew she had won, but he didn’t care. It was worth it. The woman could make him do anything.

John was bucking against her, holding her legs up against her chest, driving himself deeper into her. Marlena was crying out with each thrust, further fueling her husband to lose himself in her.

John could feel her inner walls began to tighten. He brought his left hand up above her head, reaching for her right hand, grasping it tightly, as he found her lips to give her a deep kiss. He brought her left leg up over his shoulder and began pounding even harder into her. His wife came violently, screaming his name in his mouth.

Marlena came back down to earth slowly, savoring the feel of her husband inside her, not letting go of his hand. John was still thrusting inside her, his movements slow and lazy, waiting for her to catch her breath.

She opened her eyes to see him watching her intensely.

“That felt so good, baby,” she said, arching slightly against him.

“We aren’t done yet, Doc,” he replied devilishly.

“Oh, we aren’t? Goody…” Marlena said with a huge grin on her face. She laughed as she reached up to kiss him.

“What are you going to do to me now?” she said against his lips.

“This,” he replied, whipping her right leg around him, so that he was up against her back, still deeply embedded in her cunt.

“Oohh…I like this honey…” she replied, arching her ass against his cock.

John brought his left hand around her middle, holding her against him, his palm splayed out across her abdomen. His right hand grabbed her right thigh, holding it up against him.

He began pounding into his wife wildly, watching as her body was forced up against his. She rested her head against his chest, whimpers escaping from her mouth.

“Oh baby…shit that feels good…harder honey…” she cried out.

John was losing his grip on her, sweat making both their bodies slick. He wrapped his right arm around her leg, holding it securely against him and began pumping into her at an angle.

“Come on, baby…you’re right there…fuck this feels so good…” he managed to say to her before he began to lose all thought.

Marlena could feel her orgasm coming. She began to scream her husbands name over and over, encouraging him to cum inside her.

Marlena’s orgasm hit her as her muscles tensed up, her body arching against her husband as he continued to pound into her. John came right after her, shouting her name against her back, getting lost in her damp hair.

Marlena’s body went limp, her whimpers barely audible. John’s arms and legs wrapped around her, encompassing her body like a cocoon. He was kissing her ear, whispering to her how much he loved her. Marlena turned her head towards her husband, kissing him softly, lazily rolling her tongue over his.

John reached behind him to grab the key for the handcuffs, and took them off her. Marlena rubbed her wrists.

“Did I hurt you, honey?” he asked, already berating himself for the handcuffs.

“No, baby. I liked it. It was a very good pain…” she replied, her cheshire cat smile brightening her face up. She looked like she was ready to go for round 3.

“Well…now that we are done with the handcuffs, let’s go take a shower…” John said mischievously.

“Ooh baby…that sounds heavenly…

“I thought you would like that. Tell you what, you go start the shower and I will join you in one minute okay?” he asked.

“Okay honey.” Marlena got up from the bed, stretching as she stood up. John was staring at her naked form, marveling at how magnificent her body was, how she could be so delicate and yet fuck like a thoroughbred. Man he was one lucky bastard, he thought to himself.

As Marlena was starting the shower, John went to the kitchen and pulled out a chilled bottle of champagne. He opened it and made his way to the bathroom, where he could already hear his wife’s sighs of pleasure.

Marlena was in the shower, her body relaxing against the heat of the water. She was washing herself, savoring the feel of her body in the afterglow of making love to her husband. She didn’t hear John come in to the shower, so consumed was she with her body.

John watched her for a few moments. Her head was underneath the sprayer, the beads of water pulsating down her neck and back. She turned around with her eyes closed, arching her head back, her hands coming up to her hair, smoothing it back. She brought her hands down to her neck, kneading the soft flesh there, working out the kinks she felt. Her hands came down further to her shoulders, and then made their way down to her stomach. She rested them there for a few moments. John was watching her hands, waiting to see where they would go next. When they didn’t move, he brought his gaze back up to her face, where Marlena was staring at him, a shy smile emanating from her lips.

“Hi Sailor,” she said quietly.

“Hi Doc,” he replied, moving towards her. He wrapped one hand around her waist, the other coming up to tangle in her hair. He pulled down on her hair, making her arch her neck back, the water cascading down her face, tiny rivulets forming to find their way down her chest. It was so incredibly erotic to John that he almost forgot about the champagne. He stopped the shower, which made Marlena look at him quizzically.

“Honey, why did you turn off the shower?” she asked.

“For this,” he replied, opening the shower and grabbing the champagne bottle.

“This could get a little messy, baby,” he said as he came towards her.

He brought the tip of the bottle to her lips, and she arched back to take some in her mouth, the chilled bubbly feeling divine as it went down her throat.

John then brought the bottle to her chest, pouring it down her body. She screamed out, the champagne freezing her for a second.

“Baby…that’s so cold!” she laughed out.

“That’s the idea, honey. Now I get to warm you up.” John said, beginning to lap at her chest, making his way to her breast, licking the champagne off her body. He continued to pour the champagne all over her, bringing a leg up to splatter some on her thigh, then sucking at the droplets, making his way to her center. He was on his knees in front of her, and brought the champagne to her stomach once more, letting it pour down to her cunt, watching as the champagne gathered in her hair. He brought his mouth to her, sucking at the champagne droplets.

Marlena brought both her hands up on either side of the shower, supporting herself, bringing her leg to her husband’s shoulder, wrapping it around to settle on his back. She was no longer cold; John’s ministration’s setting her body on fire.

He was sucking on her clit violently, using his teeth to open her up, his tongue pulsating over her nub. His fingers were working magic inside her, thrusting in and out, finding that special spot that drove her crazy.

She was crying out above him, her hand finding its way to his hair, encouraging him on, bringing his tongue closer to her.

She screamed his name, her voice echoing throughout the shower. He could feel her cum on his fingers; feel her body quivering all around him, her thigh squeezing him closer to her.

As her body began to relax, she looked down at her husband, smiling down at him, as he made his way up her body, licking and sucking her tummy, her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.

“My turn,” she said deviously as she pushed him against the wall, grabbing the champagne bottle. She brought it up to his lips and he took a long drink of it.

She poured it over his chest, and brought her lips to him, licking him all over, biting his nipples and pulling on them. She kissed her way down his chest and abdomen, admiring her husband’s strong, muscular build. She made her way to his cock, and poured a generous amount at his stomach, using up the rest of the champagne. John’s head was already against the wall, and she smiled to herself, loving the power she had over him. She took him in her mouth, champagne and his scent mingling together to create an overwhelming effect on her. She began sucking on him, lapping up the bubbly, making her way to his balls, taking them in her mouth and moving them around with her tongue, squeezing them the way she knew he liked it. She brought her mouth back to his cock and took him fully in her mouth, getting as much as she could in one stroke.

John brought his hand to rest on her shoulder. He didn’t need to show his wife the way he liked it. She knew all too well. She was pumping him furiously, taking him in and out as she used her hand at his base.

John wanted to be inside her when he came. He grabbed her suddenly, violently throwing her against the wall, grabbing her ass and wrapping her legs around him as he pummeled into her with all his force.

Marlena’s body was thrown against the wall again and again as he lost himself in her, bucking her wildly, his control long since forgotten. They both came amid Marlena’s cries of passion and John’s groans.

Once they’re breathing became normal, John turned the shower back on. He lathered up his hands and cleaned his wife, slowly and very thoroughly. She did the same in turn. They washed each other’s hair, and then stood under the shower to rinse off.

They began to make out like teenagers, kissing and necking, both too tired to bring it any further. John turned off the shower and put a robe around him. He put a robe around Marlena and picked her up, taking a towel with him. He brought her to their bed, and with her on his lap, he towel-dried her hair. Marlena told him she was a little hungry, so he went to the kitchen and got some goodies. He extinguished the candles on his way back to the bed, and slid in next to his wife with fruit for him and chips for her. They cuddled up under the covers, listening to the soft music from the radio, eating their food, enjoying being in each other’s arms.

They fell asleep with their legs entwined, there arms wrapped around each other, not wanting to go home tomorrow, not wanting to face their lives so soon after their little excursion to paradise.