I’ll Tell You After – By Strawberry1

“I’ll tell you after,” Marlena said cryptically while reaching over to grab both her and John’s wine glasses.

“After what?” John asked quixotically.  He sensed a change in her demeanor, in her tone. But he didn’t want to get his hopes up just yet. Secretly he had been hoping for some steamy, back-from-California sex, but after coming home to a seemingly tired Marlena in an over-sized button down blouse and comfy black pants, he began to wonder if it would actually happen.

Seconds passed without a reply from Marlena who rose up off the couch, glasses in hand, and sauntered toward the bedroom. “YESSS!” John screamed internally, looking back at her from the sofa as she entered the hallway. She turned toward him for a quick second to give him a playful glance, as if she was asking “You coming?” She continued to make her way to the bedroom as John gave a quiet fist pump to the gods. He quickly followed behind.

When he reached the bedroom, he was surprised to find an empty bed and no signs of Marlena. “Ah, hah,” he thought as he glanced over to the door leading to the bathroom which was closed shut. He decided to knock and see just what she was up to. He knocked. No response. He decided to jiggle the handle. It was locked.

“No peeking,” Marlena replied in devious tone, before giving a hearty laugh from deep in her belly. John could feel himself growing hard in his pants. But then again he had been hard ever since Marlena put her hand on his thigh on the couch. And to think I thought she wasn’t in the mood, John thought to himself as he made himself comfortable on the bed.

After what seemed like an eternity, Marlena emerged from the bathroom and John’s jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw the ensemble she was sporting as she strut in front of the bed. Marlena was donned in a sheer black nightie, thong, and garter set and 5” inch heels. John desperately tried to wrack his brain for the last time he had seen Marlena in something like this. It had been a long time. Too long. He attempted to get up off the bed and approach Marlena but she stopped him.

“Lay down,” she commanded, bracing an arm against his chest and attempting to put him back down into a reclined position on the bed. By this point, John was in a daze and could not seem to take his eyes off her breasts, which were brought up and out by the push-up bra attached to the nightie she was wearing.  He tried to grab at her waist and draw her to him, but she grabbed his hands and placed them over his head, while lifting herself up onto his lap on the bed. “I’ll be doing all the heavy lifting tonight,” she breathed into his ear. God damn, this woman is a tease, John thought to himself, wiggling his arms in an attempt to get his hands back.  “Not tonight, Sailor,” she breathed again into his ear and John worried he would cum in his pants before she even touched him. He decided to give into her fantasy, and stopped his attempts to break free. After all, it was painfully obvious that he could over power her if he wanted. But this was much more fun.

Marlena moved his hands against the headboard of the bed. “Stay,” she commanded as she leaned over to reach into the drawer of the nightstand, causing John to give his signature raise of the eyebrow. She leaned back up with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and quickly fastened them to John’s hands and then fastened John’s hands to the headboard.

“Wow, you really weren’t kidding about the heavy lifting part, were ya?” John teased, enjoying her concentration and effort.

“No,” she replied in a serious tone. She began to kiss him with a hunger and passion and pace that startled John.

“Whoa, baby,” John moaned mid-kiss. “I’m guessing you missed me?” Marlena moved her kisses from his lips to his cheek and finally to his neck, where her mouth lingered and continued to suck as she ground her hips into the full-on erection that looked like it would burst out of his trousers at any moment. The pleasure Marlena derived from grinding herself against John began to overwhelm her, and she ceased her kisses momentarily to give into the sensation.

John watched as this inner seductress emerged before him. He couldn’t believe how much pleasure Marlena was getting from this and they had only just started. He decided to make this even more interesting by asking just what she had been up to before he touched down in Salem.

“So, what were you thinking about just before I got home?” John asked playfully, as Marlena continued to kiss down his neck and unbutton his shirt. She didn’t respond at first, too consumed in her efforts to free him of his shirt. With every button she removed, she left a kiss right above in its wake.  “I’m serious, baby, I want to know.”

“You,” she replied in husky voice that was nearly John’s undoing. “And what we would do once you got home.”

“Mmm,” John moaned as she continued to grind her lower half into him. “Those sound like nice thoughts to me.”

Marlena grabbed onto the shirt that was now completely unbuttoned, but still draped on his arms. He recognized the catch in her breathing as she clutched tighter and tigher to the fabric before throwing her head back and moaning long, low and deep. He couldn’t believe this. Marlena had just orgasmed, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. What did he ever do to deserve a wife this hot? She used his shirt to keep herself from falling backwards as she clung to him, eyes still closed.

“Baby, did you just?” John asked, but he knew the answer.

“Yes, and now you,” she began to recover and shifted her focus to his pants. Now that she had relieved herself somewhat, she decided she wanted to tease him a little bit. She knew just how hot it made John when she described her fantasies to him. She decided to see how just how far she could drive him in those handcuffs.

Still on seated on his lap, she inched herself backward so that she was sitting on the lower part of his thighs, closer to his knee caps so that he could get a better view of her while she did this. “You know,” she began, in a raspy voice, “about an hour before you got home I was in the shower.”

John immediately pictured her naked in the shower and felt himself twitch inside his pants.

“And I saw your body wash. And I missed you. So I decided to open it so I could smell you, even if it was for a quick moment. And then I just, I just couldn’t help it,” she continued her story as her hands slowly moved from her thighs up toward her breasts. She squeezed.

“Oh, God, Marlena,” John moaned and thrust his hips into the air. He wanted so badly to break free of the cuffs, but at the same time he wanted to hear the rest of the story so he decided to behave a little bit longer.  “What did you do, baby?” he asked, completely entranced by the little sex kitten he was privileged enough to call his wife. Well, sort of wife, anyway.

“I grabbed the shower head,” she deliberately told this portion of the story slowly, and close to his ear. “And I opened my legs and I – “

Marlena did not get the chance to finish her story because within seconds John had broken out of the handcuffs, sending a portion of the bedpost flying across the room. The sound when it hit the opposite wall caused Marlena to jump. She began laughing as John threw himself on top of her, desperate to contact her skin.

“No more games,” John growled as he pinned her own arms above her head.

“Yeah, whatcha’ gonna do about it, Sailor?” she challenged, playfully struggling against his grasp. He began attacking her neck with possessive, sharp kisses that would surely leave a mark. He flashed back to all of the love bites he had given her in the past and how much it turned him on to know what the modest Dr. Evans hid behind her professional attire. God, how he had missed this woman. He wanted to take the time to rediscover her body, but the ache in his pants would not allow for such a luxury. This would be hard and fast, and they both knew it. He grabbed either side of the black nightie and ripped it straight down the middle. He wanted to save the outfit, but she had driven him past the point of patience and there was simply no time for intricate ribbons and clasps. He then moved onto her lower half to remove the panties that were covering what he so desperately craved. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he didn’t need to remove them at all – the panties were crotchless. Oh, Dr. Evans had been a very naughty girl in deed.

“Stand up,” he demanded, lifting off the bed. Marlena got up and began to remove the heels.

“No, leave those on,” John instructed her in an almost drugged tone of voice. Marlena stood by the edge of the bed, looking to John for further instruction. Deciding actions were better than words, he bent Marlena over the edge of the bed. He placed a hand on the small of Marlena’s back as she propped herself on her elbows against the bed, ass out to John. The heels had her at a perfect angle for what he was about to do.

John took a moment to appreciate the beauty below him as he stroked the side of her ass with his other hand. She wriggled her bottom in excitement. “Oh, you know what’s coming don’t you?” John teased as he unzipped his pants and released the aching hard-on that had been pent up for entirely too long. He grabbed his cock and positioned it against her pussy which was, literally, oozing with excitement.

“What are you waiting for?” Marlena panted out in an exasperated tone.

“Are we some sort of hurry, baby?” John teased as he pressed the bulbous head of his cock between her pussy lips.

“Just do it, already,” she pushed back against him.

“Do what?” John asked, well aware he was really pushing the envelope. Marlena thought she would die if he didn’t put his cock in her right this second.

“John Black, if you don’t put your dick inside me right now I swear I will –“ She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before his cock was completely inside her.

“Mmmph,” was just about the only sound her body could make as John repeatedly slammed into her, grabbing onto her hips for leverage. Every time he drew his cock out, she would whimper involuntarily as if her body literally craved him like a drug and as though even 1 second not being filled by him was pure agony. John knew he wouldn’t last long, but was determined she would cum at least one more time before him. He decided to edge her along with words, similar to what she did to him earlier.

“You know what really turns me on?” he asked, as he slowed his pace just a little so that she could actually pay attention to what he was saying. She mumbled something unintelligible. John decided to accept it as an invitation to continue. “When I see you get ready in the morning. Dressed so modestly. Usually in some sort of blouse and blazer and black pants that do amazing things for your ass. And I know that underneath those clothes are bites and marks from when we made love the previous night. No one would guess that Dr. Evans, the respected psychiatrist and wife and mother, would do such things.”

By this point, Marlena’s thighs were shaking and John knew she was close. He gave her one final thrust, rubbing her clit as she came again against his shaft. He could feel her juices leaking down his balls as she lost support of upper body and allowed her head to drop down against the mattress. John continued to buck wildly into her body, clutching desperately at her hips as her hair became a tossled mess from being dragged against the mattress. He thought about his plane ride back from California and how he could not get Marlena off his mind. And not just wanting to have this part of her. But how he wanted to marry her. To put a ring back on her finger. Sure, the sex was good. In fact, it was amazing. But a part of him felt sad for Marlena, that he had broken her heart so irreparably that she was content to settle for sex and playing house and not marriage.

It wasn’t long before John began spurting inside her, desperate to release himself entirely in this woman who he hoped he could someday soon again call his wife. He collapsed on top of her as they both lay spent across the bed. Remembering Marlena was still in those 5” inch heels, he decided to get up and relieve what must be absolutely aching ankles. After releasing her cute, dainty little pink feet, he repositioned her so that her head was against the pillow and tucked her beneath the covers. He was about to leave for the kitchen to fetch something cold to cool off, but Marlena tugged at his arm.

“No, stay,” she pleaded in a small, absolutely adorable voice that he could not say no to, even if he tried. He climbed back into bed and scooped her into his arms and against his chest and played with her hair until she fell asleep. After he was certain she was out, he carefully extricated himself from her embrace and tip toed off to the kitchen to fetch some ice cream and figure out just exactly how he was going to get this girl to marry him.