John was sitting on the couch, reading through some documents for tomorrow’s board meeting when Marlena came home from dinner with Sami. He acknowledged her without turning around.
“Hey beautiful. How’s Sami?”
“Good. We had a nice time.”
“I’m glad.” She was standing behind John, kneading his neck muscles with her hands.
“Mmm, that feels good.”
“You seem tense. What are you reading?”
“Just comparing last years numbers to this year to date. There are just some things that don’t mesh, and damned if I can find where it goes wrong. I’ve looked them over four times now.” He noticed the loss of her hands on him and turned to see her unbuttoning her blouse.
“I think you need a distraction Sailor.” As she talked she finished removing her outer clothing and stood clad in only a lime green bra and panty set. “Care to try and catch me?” She took off for the stairs, but John bolted over the couch and caught her half way up.
“No fair, your legs are longer than mine.”
“Yeah, but yours are a lot sexier.” He had her in a semi-reclining position and kissed her senseless. “I think you were right; I do need a distraction.” Her fingers were furiously unbuttoning his shirt and pants as he kissed her neck and cleavage. Once he had on nothing but his trademark black silk boxers, she lifted her hips and ground into him. Deciding not to play fair he mouthed his way down her body to her most sensitive spot and kissed her through her already wet panties. Using his tongue he nudged the fabric to the side and delved into her. She tangled her fists into his hair and pushed him farther into her, her hips bucking under his questing tongue. Tired of fighting the lace, he pulled the obstructing clothing down her legs and threw them over the side of the banister. His hands reached up and unclasped her bra, sending it flying as well. His fingers pinched her breasts and he was rewarded with a moan from his wife. He threw her legs over his shoulders and thrust his tongue back into her center.
“Oh…God…John…” She threw her head back and let the orgasm overtake her. John sidled back up her body and kissed her, taking her mouth and making it his. Marlena ran her tongue over his lips licking her juices off of him. When John entered her she propped one foot on the rungs of the banister and another around his waist. The sensations were incredible and as he slid in and out of her slowly, relishing the pleasure they gave each other they edged closer and closer to the point of no return. With one last hard thrust, they came together, shuddering with release. When she could speak again, she asked John a question.
“So, can I distract you more often?”
“Baby, you always distract me.” She disentangled herself from his arms and took his hand, leading him up to bed to sidetrack him some more.
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