Chapter 1: Introduction
Andy watched as his wife Shelley pulled a little black dress from the suitcase open on their bed. It hugged the curves her yoga sessions had given her, those curves he couldn't get enough of. It dipped lower than what she'd normally wear to work, and the tiny straps would leave her shoulders bare.
Shelley bent over, giving him an eyeful of her firm ass, as she placed the dress in the open suitcase. He swallowed back a groan, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Fuck.
He was getting hard just thinking about the reaction her colleagues would have. Not that she needed help in that department, but it was still fun to imagine.
He smiled at her, watching as she turned around, her green eyes meeting his. She gave him a curious look, a small smile playing on her lips.
"What has you grinning like a fool?" she asked, her voice light and carefree.
He shrugged, "Just thinking about how lucky those guys at the office are going to be tomorrow when you wear that little number."
Her smile grew wider. "You're hilarious.
It's just a dress, Andy." She rolled her eyes, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that told him she knew exactly what he was getting at.
"Yeah, just a dress." He repeated, standing and moving towards her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She laughed, her head falling back as he nipped at her neck. "But I'm going to be thinking about you in it all day."
She hummed, running her fingers over his arm.
"You know, I could make those guys a little jealous and call you."
He pulled back, laughing at her suggestive tone. "Now that's something you'd do just to get a rise out of me, right?"
She bit her lip, "Maybe."
He shook his head, smirking. He loved that she still played games with him, even after all these years. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. "I miss us, Shelley."
She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes.
"I miss us too," she whispered.
They stayed like that for a few moments, before she pulled away and continued packing.
He sat down, watching her as she moved around the room. Shelley has always been an independent woman, and he loved that about her. But he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, as she packed the dress she would be wearing when she met John.
*
Shelley sat in the hotel bar, sipping her drink as she waited for John.
She had met him earlier in the day at a meeting with a client, and they had hit it off immediately. They were in the same field, and their conversation had flowed easily as they discussed the nuances of their job. He had suggested getting a drink, and she had agreed, not wanting to break the momentum of their conversation.
John walked up to her, a warm smile on his lips. "Shelley, sorry I'm late."
"No problem," she replied, returning his smile.
"Glad you could make it."
They spent the next hour discussing their work and sharing funny stories from past projects, and she found herself laughing more than she had in a while. John had a knack for storytelling and had her captivated with every word.
"Hey, I was thinking, would you like to come up to my room?" she heard herself saying before she could stop herself.
"Glad you could make it."
They spent the next hour discussing their work and sharing funny stories from past projects, and she found herself laughing more than she had in a while. John had a knack for storytelling and had her captivated with every word.
"Hey, I was thinking, would you like to come up to my room?" she heard herself saying before she could stop herself.
She was surprised by her own boldness, but she couldn't deny the wave of excitement that washed over her as the words left her lips.
He raised his brow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I thought you'd never ask."
She smiled, downing the rest of her drink before standing up. "Lead the way."
They walked to the elevator in silence, and she could feel her heart beating faster with each passing second. She had never done something like this before, and the anticipation was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside, the silence between them thick with unspoken desire.
The elevator ride felt like an eternity, but finally, they reached her floor, and they made their way to her room. She unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. She turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest.
He closed the door behind him, his eyes locked on hers. He took a step towards her, closing the distance between them. She sucked in a breath as he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
His touch was gentle, but there was no denying the heat that radiated from his hand. She let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding in her chest as he leaned in, his lips meeting hers.
She parted her lips, welcoming the onslaught of his tongue as he deepened the kiss. She reached up, tangling her fingers in the collar of his shirt as he moved closer, his body pressed against hers.
He dragged his lips down her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin as his hands roamed over her body.
She arched into him, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He groaned, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra before he reached behind her and unclasped it. It dropped to the floor, leaving her breasts bare.
She gasped as he ran his thumb over her nipple, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. He lowered his head, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as she threw her head back.
He continued to tease her nipples, his fingers pinching and tugging as he moved to the other. He lifted her up, his hands gripping her ass as he carried her to the bed.
He laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers as he continued to kiss her. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned as she wrapped her legs around him.
"Fuck, Shelley," he muttered, breaking the kiss as he trailed his lips down her body.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong, pulling it down her legs.
She kicked it off, her breath hitching as he spread her legs wide. He ran his fingertips over her inner thighs, teasing her with his touch.
"John, please," she begged, unable to keep the need from her voice.
He smirked, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before he dipped his head between her legs. She moaned as he ran his tongue over her folds, tasting her sweetness.
He teased her clit with his lips, sucking and nibbling gently as she writhed beneath him.
"Fuck, John," she cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets as he continued to devour her.
She could feel the tension building inside of her, her climax teetering on the edge. And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he plunged his fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out of her wet heat as he continued to lick and suck her clit.