For John Black, it wasn’t a question of where his wife wanted to meet him, but a question of why. She had made it quite known on several occasions that she hated the Cheatin Heart, that the smoke caused her to cough and the beer was so disgusting it made her feel sick more times than not. So when he got home and saw the note posted on his night stand, he was more than a little curious to see what she was up to.
The moment the door opened, he realized what Marlena was talking about. He coughed at the rush of smoke entering his lungs, his eyes blurry and irritated, so much so, that it took him a moment to recognize his wife. He expected to find her in her work clothes, and although sexy, nothing compared to this. Her skirt was short, enough to want to grab her and take her home, her legs crossed, leaving nothing to the imagination. He groaned with heated desire, not sure he’d be able to make it through the night, when he suddenly saw who was next to her. On one side was her ex husband, and although John adored and respected Roman, he hardly wanted him that close to Marlena when she was looking like that. And on the other side was Bo. Although his own wife was right beside him, he still had an uneasy feeling he couldn’t shake. He had to get her out. Now.
He quickened his pace and was by her side a moment later. She spun around, her eyes sparkling, her lips dancing along the rim of her Cosmopolitan.
“Hey, there you are,” she grinned, “I was wondering when you would get here. I already ordered you a Jack Daniels.”
He nodded his hello’s to the three of them, not sure how to get her out of there without seeming rude. So he leaned down, whispering into her ear. She smiled and excused herself, pulling him off to the side, her smile no longer lingering.
“That was a little rude, you barely said hello, is something wrong?”
“The outfit, it’s a little … seductive, no?”
Marlena laughed, shaking her head. “You don’t get it, do you?”
“I’m confused,” John smiled, shyly. “Should I get it?”
“It was a few months ago. We were lying in bed, talking about what was considered sexy. I gave some professional view of it, like the mind and the personality, and you–“
“And I said that a woman wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath was probably the hottest thing someone could do. Put her around your friends with a strict rule of being unable to touch the entire night–“
“And there you have your fantasy,” Marlena grinned. “You know, I must really love you. This whole no underwear thing is quite uncomfortable. Now come on, we got a table, we were just waiting for you to come.”
“You’re killing me.”
When Marlena realized what he was talking about, she couldn’t help but control her laughter. “Oh, come on! Shit,” she laughed, “I just said it again. Suck it up Black, it’s going to be a long night.”
**
“I remember that,” Hope replied, licking her hand before she dropped a few grains of salt onto it, “Marlena and I got completely wasted. Belle and Shawn were off in some gondola and I think Marlena and I were willing to do anything not to think about what *they* were doing. So we’re at this bar and all of a sudden they announce they’re doing karaoke. Now, this is Italy. We don’t know a lick of Italian, but Marlena gets the brilliant idea to go up on stage and perform–“
“Marlena sucks at singing,” John laughed, “I mean worse than me. And I suck.”
Marlena leaned over, her hands dangerously close to the inseam of John’s jeans. He sucked in his breath, and while everyone else tried to ignore the obvious pass she was making, Marlena leaned over, her breath tickling John’s ear.
“Careful, Sailor, I could just go home and change into pajamas. Keep up the cracks and you’ll be crawling into bed alone tonight.”
John smiled, through clenched teeth. “So anyway, as I was saying, Marlena is such an amazing singer. Please Hope, continue your story!”
“That’s my boy,” she whispered.
Hope raised her eyebrow, hiding her smirk. “So Marlena gets up on stage and starts belting out … wait for it … Britney Spears!”
“Hey, hey, in my defense, she was popular at the time and she did make out with Madonna!”
“Whatever,” Hope grinned, “you still made a fool of yourself. So she’s singing, at the top of her lungs, and all of a sudden we hear a scream from the entrance. Marlena is so drunk, she’s still singing, and as I turn around, I see Belle and Shawn there, completely mortified.”
“So that’s why Belle wouldn’t speak to you for a week after you came home. She refused to tell me why, I just figured it was women’s issues.. In your defense Doc, you’re a lot hotter than Britney,” John teased.
“Look at John trying to score brownie points,” Roman mused. “You’re a smart, smart man.”
“You know what, Marlena? Why don’t you go back up there? As my former sister in law, and my best friend’s current wife, I feel like my life would be incomplete if I missed out of this charming experience.”
Marlena glared at Bo, kicking him lightly under the table. “Shut up. I was really drunk last time. I’m only mildly hammered right now. And besides, what song could I even sing?”
“I Will Survive, Livin On A Prayer, I Would Do Anything For Love, oooh, what about Like A Virgin?”
To this, Roman burst out laughing. All eyes turned to him and he held up his hands in some kind of defense, unable to stop laughing. “I’m sorry, but Marlena singing Like A Vrigin? There’s four of us at this table excluding her and she slept with two of us, not to mention, she’s been married like four times–“
“In my own defense, I believed John was you! So therefore, I thought I was sleeping with my husband. And I really haven’t been married that many … oh why the hell am I explaining this to you! Besides,” she grinned, standing up, “I have a song. Hope, you wanna do it with me?”
All three men smirked and Marlena gave them a dirty look. “I get you’re slightly drunk but are you ten? Hope, you in?”
“No way. I’m not drunk enough to get up there yet. Aside, I don’t think I’d be able to face my four year old son in the morning knowing I was just up on stage singing God knows what. It’s all you baby.”
Marlena shrugged. “All right.” She leaned down to get something out of her purse, her almost bare rear end arousing John more than he could verbalize. He bit down on his lower lip, not giving a damn whether or not she sang, but more determined to take her home. And as he reached to grab her butt, she turned around and swiped his hand. “No touching,” she grimaced. “Now, I am going to sing!”
“You do realize she is going to sing something that will drive you completely insane, don’t you?”
“Thanks, Bo. I appreciate your concern.” John looked around the crowded bar. “You do realize this little performance of hers could possibly ruin her career, right?”
“Marlena sees patients?” Hope asked. “I think she saw me when I had that whole Gina identity crisis, and I know she counseled Laura, but do real people actually go to her?”
“Shut up, Hope,” John replied, “you became a cop again after being a housewife for a million years. Hey, remember when you were a model?”
“Remember when you were an art thief?”
“So were you!”
“Guys!” Bo exclaimed. “She’s on.”
Hope and John turned their attention to the bar, when Hope gasped. “The song … oh my God!”
“What is it?”
“Okay, well as John pointed out I was a house wife for a million years. So there was an episode of Beverly Hills 90210 where Donna, David, Brenda, and Kelly–“
“Hope! The song?”
She grinned widely, placing her hand on John’s thigh. “I Wanna Sex You Up. Good luck, John,” she winked.
He groaned, leaning up against the booth, his hands covering his eyes. “She wants to kill me. I swear to God she wants to kill me.”
Up on stage, Marlena took the microphone into her hands, her voice suddenly a bit more seductive. “I just wanted to do a little dedication before I start. To memories of Italy, to three marriages, to Britney Spears, and to driving my husband completely wild,” she smiled.
A little off balance and completely off key, she started to sing, driving everyone in the bar, especially John, crazy. “Come inside take off your coat I’ll make you feel at home. Now let’s pour a glass of wine cuz now we’re all alone. I’ve been waiting for you, just let me hold you close to me. Cuz I’ve been dying for you to make love to me.”
Bo leaned over to Roman, hitting his leg. “Look at John. I swear he’s going to orgasm just watching her.” He sat up straighter, leaning towards John. “Hey man, you okay?”
“I swear she’s going to make me lose it right here.”
Watching John’s every move, she licked her lips, knowing exactly how to turn him on. She continued to sing, never breaking eye contact with her husband. “I wanna sex you. All night. You make me feel good. I wanna rub you down. I wanna sex you up.”
Burying his face in his hands, John dug his feet into the ground. “She hates me. She’s punishing me. I can’t deal with this, I need to get her out of here.”
“You need some control over your dick,” Hope muttered, taking another shot of rum.
John stood, staring daggers at her. “You should tell the same thing to your husband.” He quickly jogged towards where Marlena was, no longer interested in hearing her so called karaoke moment. All he wanted was her. Now. So he did what he had to do and took her off the so called stage, not allowing her to finish her song. As he led her towards the back entrance, his hand firmly gripping her arm, she scrunched her nose up, the cold winter air suddenly chilling her to the bone.
“Hey, I was singing!”
He didn’t answer her, instead threw her up against her car. His hand began to roam her thighs, knowing that beneath her skirt was nothing but flesh. She pushed his hand away, trying to break free of his hold.
“We’re not home yet. No where in your fantasy does it say do it up against a car.” She took her hand, placing it firmly over the bulge in his jeans. “Can’t control it can you?”
“For someone who usually comes first, you’re awfully cocky.”
“Hm,” Marlena smiled, “I thought that was you.”
“Oh, look who’s suddenly witty,” John whispered, biting on her ear. A soft moan escaped Marlena’s mouth and he continued his exploration with his tongue. “I change my fantasy.”
“Mm hmm,” she whispered, “to what?”
“To the hood of your convertible. In the open. And I want you to orgasm without a sound or else your ex might come out here and arrest us. Got it?”
“I can’t make any promises,” she groaned, “but I’ll try. Now shut up and do me.”
He didn’t answer, instead lifted her onto the car, her legs dangling off the hood. Her legs spread wide, his hand once again found itself on her thighs. He could feel the moistness that was already forming, allowing his fingers to dance along her most sensitive spots. She moaned, dropping her head against her back, enjoying his touch as she always did.
As his fingers reached her most sensitive spot, she ran her tongue along her finger, making sure it was just moist enough to do a little damage. With her other hand, she unzipped his jeans, his penis hard and perfect, and slid her wet finger down his member, knowing full well how much this would arouse him. His movement inside of her stop, his finger still, as he allowed her touch to sear through his veins. But when she was done, she was sick of his teaser, she wanted the real thing. She pulled him to her, allowing the tip of his penis to touch her. It grazed her skin softly, and she groaned, already knowing this round would be short and sweet. They were both to aroused for it to last any longer than necessary.
He entered her effortlessly, and grabbed her face, kissing her fiercely. They began to move in rhythm, but with John’s position he was still uncomfortable. Without letting Marlena go, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. And at this angle he began to thrust harder and harder, making Marlena bite her lip in sheer frustration of being unable to scream. He knew exactly the right spots to make her crazy and she dug her nails into his skin, hoping by some miracle she’d be able to hold it in.
For the first time in a while, Marlena let John take all control. He grabbed onto her hair and continued to move inside of her and like he had said before, she usually was the one to come first. Knowing she couldn’t let the entire bar know what they were doing, but needing to do something, she dug her teeth into John’s shoulder, allowing the taste of him linger in her mouth. The feel of her needing him so badly only made him eager to climax and he began to pump harder and harder, muffled moans and ragged breathing only heard in the deserted parking lot.
She came first, barely by seconds, even more aroused by the fact that it was so dangerous. And as John finished, they fell back against the corner, so hot that the bitter December air barely touched either of them. They still spoke no words, only her head against his shoulder, their breathing returning to normal. Marlena felt slightly dizzy as she leaned back, her elbows resting against the hood. And when she saw what she did to her husband, she couldn’t help but laugh.
“What?” He smiled.
“Your shoulder … it looks like someone mauled you.”
“Someone did,” he teased, leaning forward to pull her to him. “Some crazy drunk blonde singing some boybands song. I think I might need stitches.”
Marlena ran her finger along his now bruised shoulder. “Hm, I don’t think so … not yet anyway. But we can always aim for that?”
“Yes, we always can,” he grinned. “Think we can go another round without being caught?”
“Enough!”
Both John and Marlena turned towards the voice, to find Hope standing there, her arms crossed. “Okay, as three officers of the law, we allowed you to have sex out here because, well, you’re you two! Bo and I have done it enough times in public places and well … we let you get away with it once. Do me a favor? If you want to do it again, go home?”
“Yes, Officer Brady,” Marlena smiled. “And thanks.”
“No problem.” Hope turned towards the door, already walking away when she turned around once more. “Oh and John, nice bite marks you got there. You’re lucky she didn’t bite another sensitive area.”
And when she walked away, Marlena found the now tiny bulge in John’s pants and grabbed it. “Hm, that would be an idea,” she winked, walking away from him.
“I am not having sex with you again if you do that!” He exclaimed, getting into the car. “I don’t love you that much.”
“Sure you do,” Marlena teased as they drove out of the parking lot. “But don’t you know I’m to much of a lady to ever do something like that?”
And from the tone in her voice, John wasn’t sure he should be relieved or frightened. Or both.
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