Chapter 3: The call of adventure
Elizabeth and Jay awaken the next morning, their limbs tangled together in a post-coital embrace. The sun is streaming through the windows, casting a warm glow throughout the bedroom.
The oil-stained sheets crumpled around Elizabeth and Jay, tousled and sweaty.
Elizabeth moans softly as her fingers trail over Jay's body, her eyes still dazed with the memories of their passionate encounter.
Jay smiles lazily at Elizabeth, his eyes filled with affection. "Good morning, beautiful," he says, his voice low and sultry.
Elizabeth rolls over, propping herself up on her elbow. "Good morning," she replies, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Thank you for last night. It was amazing."
Jay lifts a hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face, his touch gentle and tender. "You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
They share a lingering kiss, the taste of morning breath and yesterday's champagne still lingering on their lips.
When they finally pull away, Elizabeth yawns and stretches, her body arching against Jay's. "I'm starving," she says, a hint of mischief in her voice.
"Hi Starving, I'm Jay," he replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.
Elizabeth's laughter fills the room, bubbling up from her toes and powering through her chest. "You're just lucky I don't eat boys for breakfast," she said, her teeth flashing in a smile.
Jay waggles his eyebrows. "Good thing you don't then, I might not make it through the day."
Liz sits up and proclaims, "do you think I don't know how you work, mister? I've seen your charm, and it won't work on me this morning."
Jay lets out a hearty laugh and rolls out of bed, catching her eye as he moves nonchalantly towards the bathroom. "You say that now, but just wait until I bring out the big guns."
Elizabeth watches with admiration as Jay moves with a graceful confidence that she can't help but be drawn to. She throws an arm over her eyes, biting back a moan as memories of the previous night wash over her.
Jay called over his shoulder, "I'll get breakfast started after I shower," as he walks into the bathroom he leaves the door open wide in invitation, showing off his figure and the confident strut that Elizabeth finds impossible to resist.
She tosses the pillows aside and rises, her figure fluid and graceful as she moves across the room. She walks into the bathroom, her figure reflected in the mirror. A woman's smile curves her lips as she looks at her reflection. Everything that a man could want. Strong, independent and completely willing to extract every drop of cum from her husband at a moments notice.
She walked into the bathroom, stepping into the steam that had been generated by the shower.
Jay stood with his back facing her, his muscles tensing as he felt her presence behind him.
"Need some help?" she asked, her voice low and playful.
Jay turned, a devilish smile on his lips as he took in the sight of his wife. Her skin was flushed, and her eyes were bright with excitement.
"Oh, what happened to 'I've seen your charm...it wont work on me'," Jay replied, the laughter still dancing in his voice.
Liz placed a hand on his still oily chest and pushed him deeper into the walk-in shower, "Do you want help or not?" she asked, trying her best to look stern but it was hard to maintain her composure with the steamy water cascading down his muscular frame.
"Yes, I do," Jay finally answered as he pinned her against the cool tile of the shower, the contrast between hot and cool sent shivers down her spine.
Liz reached up, lacing her fingers behind his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer still. Their bodies pressed together, warm with bathwater and the heat of lingering desire from their previous night's activities.
Jay kissed Elizabeth, his lips hungry, as if trying to quench a rising thirst. She responded eagerly, her hands smoothing over the hard planes of his shoulders. Their tongues met and tangled together in a dance old as time itself.
They broke apart to catch their breath, gasping for air as they clung to each other, legs tangled in a lustful embrace. A wildness sparked in Jay eyes as he lifted Elizabeth, pinning her body against the glass wall of the shower.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, still holding on to his neck for support. He moved to the center of the shower, the water dripping from his soaking wet hair onto her shoulders. His hands moved from her sides to cup her perfect ass. She bit her lip, anticipation flowing through her as she felt every muscle in his body adjust to holding her up. He moved slowly, taking a single step forward, watching her face intently for any discomfort. She let out a low moan in response as she felt the weight of her body relax into his muscles, no longer needing to support herself.
He didn't say anything. Instead he lowered his lips to hers and gently kissed her, a slow burn of passion starting in both of them. The steam filled their lungs as they breathed heavily, wet skin sliding sensuously against each other.
Jay cranked the heat up, letting the water cascade down on them like a hot rain.
The sensation was intoxicating, and Elizabeth reveled in the feeling of the hot water and Jay's muscles working together to hold her upright.
She ran her hands over Jay's shoulders, relishing the feeling of his strength beneath her fingers.
Her body was already on fire, her pulse quickening and her temperature rising.
Jay kissed her again, this time with an urgency that made Elizabeth's heart skip a beat.
He cupped her ass with both hands, holding her tightly as his tongue traveled over her lips, exploring the soft curves of her mouth. As Elizabeth's hunger matched Jay's, her body began to tremble, and she could feel the moisture building between her legs.
Jay felt Elizabeth's body tremble against him, and his own need surged. He let her feet hit the floor, making her now return to standing on her own two feet.
He dragged his lips away from hers and looked into her eyes, which were dilated and full of lust. He grabbed a bottle of soap and poured some onto his hands, massaging the liquid into a lather.
She moaned, closing her eyes as his slippery hands began to roam over her body. He started at her shoulders, his thumbs tracing tight patterns back and forth as the lather melted over her skin. His fingers searched for every tender spot on her skin, massaging and kneading as he went.
"I'm supposed to be helping you," Elizabeth protested in a half-hearted manner, her breath coming fast. The searing water coursed down her shoulders and back, and Jay's hands traveled over her body in hypnotic circles.
"We're helping each other," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He moved to stand at her back, his hand settling on her hip as his other hand took the soap bottle, repeating the process of lathering up.
With a sweet smile, he lathered up his hands and started to rub them over her body, his touch slow and deliberate as the water rushed over them. He traced his soapy fingers down her shoulders and over her breasts, a soft moan escaping her lips as she tilted her head back to rest against his shoulder.
Jay whispered in her ear, "I have to make sure my wife is well taken care of, after all."
She couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the shower like a sweet melody. She leaned into him her shoulder blades pressed into his chest. "You're right," she breathed as he placed a hand on her hip, pulling her backside against his groin.
To both of their shocks, his cock remained as soft as Jell-o, completely drained from the night before.
Elizabeth nestled back against him, her ass pressed firmly into his groin. She giggled at his non-reaction, turning to look back at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I guess I wore you out last night, huh?" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.
She ground her ass into his pelvis, feeling the evidence of his nightly exertion pressing back against her skin.
Jay's face was flushed as he laughed along with her. "It seems so," he admitted, "I suppose when a woman like you is involved it's easy to lose control."
Elizabeth leaned her head back, "I suppose when a man dumps enough cum inside my mouth to fertilize an infertility ward, it can have that effect on a person."
Jay still let his soapy hands tenderly rip across her body, teasing her nerves. "You always manage to get me going, no matter how much I unload."
Elizabeth laughed again, "So you're saying I'm addictive?"
Jay slid his hands up her stomach, tickling her slightly. "Absolutely," he responded, his breath tickling the back of her neck. "Luckily for me, I never tire of you."
Elizabeth couldn't help but feel a warm flush rise to her cheeks. John's words seemed to send a message straight to her core, causing her to squirm against his body.
A chuckle escaped her lips. Her voice faltered, "You know you're lucky," she said, attempting to play it off as a joke.
Jay wasn't joking, "I'm the luckiest man alive," he whispered as he pressed his lips to her neck, his teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin.
Elizabeth shivered, tilting her head to the side to give him better access. "I love it when you talk dirty to me," she murmured, pressing her ass back against his groin.
Jay didn't hesitate, his hands continuing to roam over her body as he whispered filthy, dirty words into her ear. He described, in detail, each and every way he wanted to take her.
Each caress, kiss, and touch he longed to experience once more.
The tone of his voice sent a shiver running down her spine, as did his hands as he caressed up and down her exposed stomach.
Elizabeth pulled away, running her hands down John's chest, over his twitching abs, causing him to catch his breath.
"Lets get you cleaned up, I want to eat breakfast," she said, her words coming fast and breathy trying to change the pressure in her clit from building to a point where it hurt.
She didn't let Jay respond, she grabbed the soap from him, lathered up her hands, getting them nice and bubbly. Where Jay had explored her body gently, She took a more direct approach. She wasn't trying to make it a sensual washing, rather she set out on the mission to remove every trace of oil and soap from his muscled physique without delay. She soaped up a washcloth and began scrubbing it over his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and his toned and defined abdominals.
"Fuck, sweetheart you sure know how to clean a man," Jay said with a playful tone, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.
Bu the more skin her hands covered, the more her mind fixated on the need between her legs, the wetness still building and begging for relief. Each stiff mound of muscle beneath her hands, caused her mind to imagine what they'd look like glistening with sweat as they moved against her. How each muscle would flex and ripple as he thrust into her.
Jay joked, "are you trying to rub me raw, lady? You're getting a little intense." Liz was a whirlwind of pent up energy as she buffed away at her husband's muscles.
Liz roughly flipped him around, now making them chest to chest. Her hands moved to his firm chest and with force she rubbed the bar of soap vigorously over his pecs. Foam and soap bubbles filled the air around them. His muscles rippled as she continued the onslaught of cleansing torture. She loved this man more than she could put into words and right now, she needed him.
Yet, his goddamn cock was floppier than a wet dish rag. Elizabeth continued to pummel his muscled chest with suds and door-knocker sized bubbles, barely containing her growing desperation. If he wanted to drive her to madness, then at least he could get hard again.
"Bastard," she growled playfully. "I want to ride you like a goddamn tamed stallion, not rub my soapy titties up and down this limp dick!" Jay laughed, amusing himself as Elizabeth did a double-take and looked down.
"He's tired, woman," he said, "I promise he'll be ready for another round later."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, a wicked smile on her face. "I'll hold you to that," she said, as she continued to wash him with the same vigor as before.
She reached down and grabbed his flaccid cock, giving it a teasing squeeze. "Come on, big boy. Wake up," she purred, giving his shaft a slow, sensuous tug.
His cock twitched exactly once, as if saying, "go on without me," before remaining stubbornly flaccid in her grip.
Elizabeth finished her rapid washing, the corner of her eye waiting for the first sign of life in his cock, but it never came.
"I'll get even," she vowed under her breath as she rinsed the last of the suds from his body.
Jay turned around, and Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips to hers for a searing kiss.
"I'm counting on it," he said as they broke apart, water cascading over them.
They turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing towels and drying off.
As they wrapped up in their towels, Elizabeth couldn't resist one last playful swat at Jay's flaccid cock.
"I'll get my revenge," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Jay chuckled, taking the towel from her hands and drying her off himself.
"I can't wait," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Both of them had never felt quite so clean. It felt like practically the entirety of the first layer of skin on Jay's body had been scoured away. All the while Liz felt like her skin had absorbed every scent of soap, scents of lavender and grapefruit.
Jay smiled as Liz dried the water from his muscular arms, "feels great doesn't it?"
"Mhmm yes, like a new man," Liz said, her eyes gleaming with amusement, a wicked grin curling the corners of her mouth, "it'd feel better if there were a cock eight inches long and throbbing with rage between my legs, but we'll take what we can get," she sultrily said as she stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the unmistakable twitching of his flaccid cock, and Liz couldn't help but laugh.
"I knew you weren't done yet," she murmured, her hand tracing a path down his chest towards his still mostly dormant cock.
"I said he was tired, not dead," Jay replied with a smirk.
Elizabeth's hand wrapped around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But he's definitely not eight inches long and throbbing with rage."
Jay's breath hitched as she stroked him slowly, teasing the growing length with her fingers. "I'm working on it," he replied, his voice low and gravelly with desire.
Elizabeth's eyes glinted with amusement. She left the bathroom ad waled to the closet, pulling a baggy, lightweight pair of sweats and one of Jay's oversized t-shirts. She stripped her towel off, leaving herself completely naked, and slipped into the comfortable clothes.
Jay's eyes trailed her body, watching as the sweats clung to her firm round ass. "Those look good on you," he said in a low voice.
Elizabeth glanced at him over her shoulder, a playful smile on her lips. "Get dressed, big boy. I'm hungry, and I want to get some breakfast." Elizabeth's voice was sultry, teasing, as she looked over her shoulder at Jay.
Jay's cock was finally hardening, yet it was doing so maddeningly slowly. He went to his closet and matched Liz: sweats and a T-shirt. But not before adjusting himself, hiding his semi-erection swinging freely between his legs.
With a devilish glint in her eyes, Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom. She took in her reflection, her lithe body in just a pair of sweat shorts and a oversized t-shirt. She bit her lower lip, a slow smile forming on her face.
She gave herself a little adjustment, allowing the tops of her glossy nipples to poke through the thin fabric of the shirt. She looked good enough to eat. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about what Jay looked like as he watched.
She knew that hungry look on his face well, had seen it countless times in the heat of the moment. She loved the way his eyes trailed over her body, lingering on the curve of her breasts and the flare of her hips. "I'll meet you in the kitchen," she said over her shoulder, her voice sultry with the promise of more to come.
Jay followed her out of the bathroom, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips in those tight sweatpants. He adjusted himself again, trying to hide the growing bulge in his sweats as he walked behind her.
She glanced back over her shoulder, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips as she saw him trying to hide his arousal.
"Oh, so when I press my naked ass against you, you don't get a hard-on, but when I put on a skimpy pair of sweatpants, suddenly you're in for a show?" She said tauntingly as she wiggled her hips seductively, the thin fabric of her shirt beginning to ride up.
Jay couldn't help but let out a low growl. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" He said, biting his lip as he thought about how badly he wanted to throw her down and fuck her right there, yet his hardening cock was still short of being able to fulfill the urge.
"I know," she said over her shoulder, walking ahead of him, her hips swaying rhythmically.
Jay's blood boiled with each step he took, his breathing growing more shallow and his vision becoming foggy as sexual tension took control of his senses.
When they reached the kitchen, Elizabeth poured them both a large mug of coffee each and handed one to Jay.
He took it, glad for something to do with his hands as he watched her move around the kitchen like a cat stalking its prey. His gaze locked on her breasts as she opened the fridge and leaned in to grab the eggs.
He watched with fascination as the thin material of her shirt stretched over her round, ripe nipples, begging to escapes from captivity.
He lifted the mug to his lips and took the faintest sip, burning his lips with the hot coffee, his mind distracted by the sight before him. The moment his lips touched the liquid his leisurely expanding erection struck the front of his pants like a hammer on an anvil, abruptly ending his momentary focus.
"How do you want your eggs? Scrambled or sunny side up?" Elizabeth asked, trying her best to keep a straight face. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched her husband's gaze heatedly locked on to her chest.
"Any way I can get them," Jay replied, his voice low and husky with desire.
Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh at the predictability of her husband.
He took another sip of his coffee, wincing at the heat but not taking his eyes off her for even a moment. Again it felt like his hardening cock struck the front of his pants like a hammer, temporarily hardening his middling erection into a full-blown log ready to erupt, only to deflate again after only a few seconds.
Liz raised an eyebrow, "Are you alright there, big boy?" she asked as she gathered a pan and whisk from the cupboard, giving him another teasing glance over her shoulder, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Jay decided it was time for science: if a little coffee worked a little magic, wouldn't more do the trick? Without hesitation, he took a single full mouthful of the scalding brew, practically gulping it down like a man dying of thirst.
As if on cue his dick hardened more aggressively than ever before, swelling to a rigid full-length. It was such an immediate reaction that it made his pants look as if he had stuffed a snake down them and was desperately trying to hide it. But the reaction would prove temporary as well, and his manhood began to soften again.
Elizabeth stood at the stove, cracking eggs into a bowl. She didn't need to look back to know Jay's hungry eyes were devouring her body.
Jay thought, more coffee, more hardness, makes sense—let's test this theory. He refilled his mug to the top like an expert barista, not spilling a single drop. The aroma of the hot black brew filled the room, and with a sense of urgency, he gulped down his freshly filled mug.
His dick hardened from harmless boyfriend to lethal weapon in a matter of seconds. The pants were now stretched out to their maximum possibility, threatening to rip apart at any moment under the immense pressure from inside.
And this time it held, remaining as stiff as a steel rod, the head of his dick straining against the fabric, creating a noticeable bulge at the front of his pants.
All the while, Liz cooked eggs with ease, swaying lastingly against Jay’s gaze, unaware of the rejuvenated growth between his legs.
“You alright there, babe?” she asked as she turned around to place the bowl on the counter. She spied her husband's swollen apparatus tenting his pants, an unmissable sight, and didn't forget to wink at Jay before grabbing a spatula and resuming her position at the stove.
Jay downed another full mug, his dick staying at the rock-hard state but this time with an added bonus: a steady flow of pre-cum.
Liz joked, "after last night I'm sure you need your fluids, but you don't need to drink the whole pot, sweetie." She winked at him, flipping the eggs with a sly grin.
Jay couldn't help but laugh, his face flushed and his mind still fixated on the sexy sight of his wife and her now perky nipples against the fabric of her top. He watched as she cooked, his gaze never leaving her curvy form.
"Are you going to make the bacon, or do I have to do everything?" Liz asked playfully, snapping Jay out of his lust-filled haze.
"Oh, uh, yeah," he said, tearing his gaze away from her body with effort. He moved to the fridge and retrieved the bacon from the crisper drawer.
"I'd do anything for you," he murmured as he laid the strips out on a fresh skillet and turned the burner to high.
They now stood hip to hip at the stove, the dark granite countertop separating them by only a sliver.
Her dark eyes locked onto his as she ran her fingertips gently down the front of the fabric that stretched over his 8-inch erection. He trembled slightly beneath her touch, his eyes rolling skyward.
She leaned over the skillet, proudly protruding breasts barely contained by her thin t-shirt, as she flicked her hair over her shoulder playfully.
Jay asked, "you mean to tell me you don't want to fantasize about my meat all morning?" He punctuated this with a playful nudge of his hips.
Elizabeth let out a squeak of surprised delight, her all-too-responsive body decisively betraying her.
"I love bacon," she murmured in response to Jay's playful innuendo before returning to the eggs.
But she didn't really care about the bacon. Or the eggs, for that matter. All she could think about was Jay's hard cock straining against his pants, throbbing with the urge to be inside her.
"Want to come to the store with me later? I was going to go pick up some groceries, and it'd be more fun with you there," Elizabeth said, turning to face him.
Jay hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, that sounds like fun," he said, a playful smirk crossing his lips.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at his tone, a devilish grin spreading across her face. "Oh?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement, "I've never known you to enjoy grocery shopping with me."
Jay didn't really register what she said, his mind completely focused on the growing dampness between his legs, and the tingling sensation of his balls ready to burst.
"Yeah, sure,” he said absently, reaching down to adjust himself. The action didn't go unnoticed by Liz, who raised an eyebrow at him as she scooped the cooked eggs onto a plate.
Liz played dumb, "and then after we can go to Victoria's Secret and get some new lingerie to fill this little number," she gestured to her oversized t-shirt.
Jay's eyes barely registered what she said as his thoughts returned to the sweatpants tenting over his hard-on.
"Sure, I'd love that," he said absentmindedly, reaching for the spatula to flip the bacon.
Liz couldn't believe it, "and then I can wear my new lingerie for you when we get home, and I'll drop to my knees and take every inch of you down my throat." She bit her lip, waiting to see if he actually heard a word she just said.
He did not.
"Sounds like a plan," Jay managed to say, and it was only because his thoughts were in utter chaos. Liz's words barely registered in his brain, overshadowed by the overwhelming urge to just tear his sweats off and take her—right there, on the kitchen counter.
Liz pushed further, "and then once you shoot your fat load down my throat, you can take me in every room of the house."
Her words finally snapped him out of his lustful daze and he looked at her, his eyes wide with shock. He swallowed hard and managed to stutter out a reply, "w-w-what?"
Liz merely grinned at him, putting a playful hand on his chest. "I said: Come on, babe, let's eat breakfast before it gets cold." Liz lied as she eyed her husband.
Jay didn't know what she really said, he just knew damn well it wasn't anything about breakfast or cold food.
"Alright, hold on, give me a second." Jay stumbled backwards, knocking a chair out of place as he tried to compose himself. Elizabeth watched with a mix of amusement and desire as Jay scrambled, his mind trying desperately to switch gears from rampant, untamed arousal to the quotidian mundanity of “morning affairs” that they had so often before.
“B-breakfast, yeah. Breakfast.” He mumbled under his breath, still in a daze as her words reverberated through his inner mind.
"Hurry, I'm hungry" Elizabeth urged, patting a spot on the counter bar next to her.
Jay stared at the free space on the counter and knew she was playing it coy. His balls drew up remembering her promise to take him in every room of the house once they got back from the grocery store.
"you really are coy aren't you," jay asked Elizabeth as he took his seat next to her.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Elizabeth replied with mock innocence. but the Cheshire smile let him know she wasn't fooling anyone.
"Eat up, big boy. You'll need your energy for later." She winked at him, taking a bite of her eggs.
Jay's mind raced, trying to keep up with her double entendres. It was like she was speaking another language, one that he couldn't quite decipher but was desperate to learn. He took a bite of his bacon, trying to calm himself down.
But the salty, savory taste of the meat only served to heighten his senses, making him more aware of the woman next to him. He shifted in his seat, trying to alleviate the pressure building in his pants.
"I love thick, juicy meat in the morning," Liz purred, her voice dripping with innuendo, running her tongue over her lips suggestively as she took a bite of her bacon.
Jay's mind went blank, focusing solely on the way her tongue moved with each word. He couldn't help but imagine how that tongue would feel wrapped around his cock, the heat and wetness of her mouth enveloping him as she sucked him off.
"You know, Liz, I think I need to go to the bathroom," Jay said, excusing himself.
"Why, is the thick...juicy...meat...hard to swallow?" Elizabeth asked unabashedly staring at the raging rottweiler thrashing against the seams of his sweatpants.
He followed her gaze. He knew she knew. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer. He pushed his chair back so hard it toppled to the floor, drawing a startled gasp from Liz.
"FUCKING FINALLY!" Liz practically screamed, as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her off the bar stool, crushing their lips together.
The intensity of the kiss sent shockwaves through her body, as if she had been electrocuted by his mouth. She kissed him back, just as fiercely, her hands grabbing at his hair, pulling him even closer.
He was done, done with the back and forth, the teasing and denial, the games. Overcome by raw, unfiltered desire, he grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and began attempting to pull it over her head, eager to finally see and touch her bare skin.
But, of course, ever the devious little thing, she seemed to take even this as yet another opportunity to tease and draw out the tension between them.
She slapped his hands and chided, "you missed your chance, Jay, you're too late! No more till we get home from shopping."
She taunted him, her eyes sparking with lustful amusement.
"But, but what if I can't wait that long?" Jay whined, his hands roaming over her body, desperate to touch her bare skin.
"I tried to get you hard in the shower," Elizabeth teased, "but I guess it wasn't enough."
Jay groaned in frustration. "You're killing me, Liz," he said, his voice husky with need.
She grinned wickedly at him. "Good," she said. "I want you so desperate for me that you can't think straight."
With that, she turned on her heels and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Jay to follow her like a man possessed.
Their footsteps thundered through the hallway as they made their way to the bedroom, Jays hands groping her more and more desperately. But the more he groped the faster she moved, the harder she tried to elude him, her laughter ringing bell-like through the empty hallway.
"What's the matter, Liz, don't want me?" he growled, his eyes wild with hunger.
"Oh, I want you, Jay. I want you so bad it hurts," she replied, "but you missed your chance. Now, if you want me, you'll have to wait until we get home from the store."
Jay growled in frustration, his hands grabbing at her hips, trying to pull her back towards him, but Elizabeth was too quick for him. She ducked out of his grasp and continued down the hallway, her laughter echoing through the air.
Jay couldn't take it any longer. He broke into a run, chasing after her, his long legs quickly closing the distance between them.
But Liz was a slippery little thing, and she darted out of the way just in time, laughing as Jay stumbled past her.
He caught himself before he could fall, turning on his heel to face her.
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" he growled, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly advanced towards her.
"I think I'm smart enough to know when to hold my ground," she said, the playfulness in her voice replaced by a note of caution as she backed away from him.
Jay didn't say another word. He lunged towards Elizabeth, his hands reaching out to grab her. But she was too quick for him. With a nimble sidestep, she evaded his grasp and darted down the hallway.
"You can't escape me," Jay growled, determination glinting in his eyes as he pursued her.
Elizabeth laughed, her voice laced with amusement and excitement. "Oh, I'm not trying to escape, Jay. I'm just thinking about what I want to get at the store," Elizabeth called back, her voice muffled as she moved further away from Jay.
Jay admitted defeat, a low growl of frustration escaping his lips as Elizabeth disappeared around the corner.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he leaned against the wall. But it was no use. His mind was consumed with thoughts of her, of the way she looked in that t-shirt, the way her breasts moved as she walked, the way her ass looked in those tight sweatpants.
He groaned, desperately trying to will his cock to soften, but it was no use. The damage had already been done. He was hard as a rock and there was no going back.
Liz called out, "you'd better get dressed, you're coming with me to get groceries," She teased, coming back around the corner, now dressed in a pair of tight jeans and tank top, her face flushed with excitement.
Jay charged her, grabbing her around the waist and pinning her against the wall, his hands roaming over her body. He ground himself against her, letting her feel how hard he was through his pants.
But Liz swatted him like he were a bad puppy, "No. No. No. That's not happening," she managed to squeak out through gritted teeth, as she squirmed in his grasp, her heart racing utterly loving every moment of it, this game of cat and mouse.
"But you're so wet," Jay argued, growling in frustration. He could feel the heat of her pussy radiating through her jeans, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
"Oh, I'm wet alright. I'm dripping in anticipation of what's to come later," Elizabeth replied, shooting Jay a coy smile as she struggled to break free, the game getting hotter by the second.
"What's to stop me from taking you right here, right now?" Jay retorted, pressing his hips against her, pinning her against the wall with his fully erect member.
Elizabeth's breath hitched in her throat as she felt him, throbbing and hot against her.
"We both know that you won't," she managed to say, tearing her gaze away from his piercing eyes to glance down at his pants, "I said no, and I know you'd never hurt me like that." She whispered in his ear, nibbling gently on his earlobe before pulling away. She stared at him like she were a lion tamer, unflinching, unwavering, and in full power.
Liz said, "the longer you take to get dressed, the longer, it'll take us to get to the store, and you seem awfully desperate to put your meat somewhere, don't you Jay?"
Jay was practically panting with frustration, his hands still grasping her hips, trying to keep her in place. He yanked her towards him, brutally kissing her.
Elizabeth moaned in response, her own desire burning just as fiercely as Jay's. She grabbed Jay's head, pulling him closer, eager to feel his tongue exploring her mouth.
Jay broke the kiss, still grasping Elizabeth by the hips, started to slide his hand up to cup her breast through her shirt.
"Stop. Go. Get dressed.” Elizabeth panted, breaking away from his lips. Her breasts heaved as she fought to catch her breath, her eyes ensnared by the hunger burning in Jay’s. She never felt more alive.
Jay broke contact as he said, "I'd never hurt you, Liz." He pulled away slowly, his hands trailing down her sides before finally releasing her.
She knew that all too well, "I know," she panted, still breathless from his kiss, "that's why I married you and not one of the other hot pieces of ass that hit on me on a daily basis." She trusted him completely, and that was one of the things that made their relationship so strong.
Jay finally managed to compose himself, his unhinged desperate lust morphing into a slow, blinding nuclear heat. "I'll be ready in five minutes,” he said, finally relinquishing his hold on her.
"I'll be waiting,” Elizabeth replied with a cheeky wink, before sauntering back towards the kitchen.
Jay couldn't help but stare after her, his eyes devouring every inch of her tantalizing body as she walked away from him. He groaned in frustration, his cock still rock-hard and throbbing painfully in his pants.
He turned and headed towards the bedroom, passing the full-length mirror on the way. He stopped in front of it, his gaze lingering on the massive bulge in his pants. He reached down, grabbing his cock through the fabric, and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke.
The light touch did exactly nothing to soothe the burning need that coursed through him. but he didn't have time to waste. He went to his dresser and pulled out his favorite pair of briefs. They were tight, leaving nothing to the imagination when he wore them. Lust coursed through his veins as he slid them on, feeling the soft material caress his skin. It didn't take much imagination to envision Elizabeth's hands tracing the outline of his package.
Putting on underwear while hard as diamond was uncomfortable but Jay was in no mood to confirm that fact.
He found a pair of jeans that fit his hard-on well enough, along with a fitted white t-shirt. All in all, to an unobservant eye, he looked like just another regular guy on his way to the grocery store. But with even the slightest glance, one would see the undeniable bulge pushing up against the front of his pants. The tight cotton fabric stretched taut, threatening to split at the seams, clinging tightly to the monster nestled within.
Jay looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the sight of his raging hard-on straining against the material. Elizabeth's words rang through his mind, 'you seem awfully desperate to put your meat somewhere, don't you Jay?'
He couldn't help but smirk at the thought, feeling the slightest bit of satisfaction from knowing how much she wanted him.
And she did want him, he could see it in her eyes, feel it in the heat that radiated from her body, smell it in the tangy scent of her arousal that hung heavy in the air between them.
He walked to the door, as he did an idea popped into his head: she wasn't the only one who could tease.
He walked down the stairs and found Liz sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. He took a detour to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of ice from the freezer, placing it between his teeth and crunching down.
Liz looked up as Jay walked back in, her eyes widening at the sight of him.
"Wow," she whispered, her eyes roaming slowly over his body.
"Lost your tongue?" Jay asked, his voice low and teasing.
Liz swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the piece of ice between his teeth. "No, I remember exactly what I was last reading."
Jay took a step closer, moving slowly, deliberately. Liz's heart raced in her chest as he loomed over her, his presence filling the room. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and she couldn't help but lean into his touch.
He leaned down, close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips, but still just out of reach.
"Ready for the store?" he asked, his voice filled with false cheerfulness.
Liz swallowed hard, her mouth dry as sandpaper. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jay grinned at her, that same knowing grin from earlier. "Great," he said, popping the last of the ice cube into his mouth and crunching down on it.
He turned and walked towards the door, leaving Liz to scramble after him like a dog in heat.
He opened it, gesturing for Liz to go first.
She stood, her legs trembling with anticipation as she slowly made her way towards the door, her eyes locked on the sway of his hips. She couldn't help but feel a surge of desire ripple through her body, the image of his throbbing hard-on pressing against the denim being burned permanently into her mind.
As she walked by Jay executed his plan: he gently copped a feel of her ass so lightly she had to question whether it actually happened.
She paused and looked back at him. "Did you just-" she began to ask, but Jay feigned innocence, not offering her a single word of confirmation.
Liz stared at him for a moment before her lips twitched with amusement. Liz thought to herself: 'Well played, Jay. Two can play this game.'
And so, they began, the game of cat and mouse.
Jay innocently said, "I'll drive," while he made his way to the car closing the door to the house. He spoke so even that you would have never known he was pinning the love of his life to the wall moments away from fucking her brains out, not even thirty minutes ago.
Jay unlocked the car and opened Liz's door like a high class valet.
Liz instantly saw an opportunity to continue their game of cat and mouse. As she walked by him, she deliberately brushed her hand against his crotch, letting her fingers linger for just a moment, only to sit in the car as if nothing had happened.
Jay couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath at the contact, a surge of desire ripping through his body. He could feel himself growing harder by the second, the tight denim of his jeans threatening to split at the seams.
But he didn't say a word, choosing instead to climb into the driver's seat and start the car. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken desire as they drove to the store, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
Jay could practically smell her arousal through the fabric of her clothing, making his cock twitch in his pants with each shift of her hips.
"I can't take this much longer," he finally said, breaking the silence.
Liz turned to look at him, a smirk playing on her lips. "What are you going to do about it, big boy?"
Jay's jaw clenched as the demand in her tone ignited a primal aggression within him. He reached over and grabbed her thigh, crushing it in his hand as he stared her down with burning intensity.
Liz put her hand over his and squeezed the hand that squeezed her thigh, their eyes locked as they each silently dared the other to back down.
She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Only once we get home, Jay." She emphasized the 'once' for added effect.
Jay groaned, his thoughts flooding with images of her warm, slick body and his cock pulsating with a hunger that threatened to consume him whole.
Elizabeth smirked, enjoying the effect she had on him. “What's the matter? Can’t handle a little wait?"
Liz challenged as she squeezed his hand back, looking him in the eye with a fire that matched the intensity of his own, "Anything you can do, I can do better."
Jay growled, a primal, animalistic sound that sent shivers down her spine, "We'll see about that."
He pulled into the grocery store parking lot, parking their car in the farthest corner of the lot. He turned to face her, his hunger and desire burning in his eyes, making her heart rate pick up in anticipation.
He leaned in slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away, but she didn't. Instead, she met him halfway, their lips colliding in a feverish kiss that rocked her to her core.
It was only a kiss, but it held all the promise and heat of what was to come later. Liz broke the kiss and cheerily said, "good, let's get to shopping." But the heat in her eyes as she looked at him let him know that she meant every filthy thing that their kiss implied.
They climbed out of the car, and even the cool breeze that caressed their skin couldn't calm the burning fire that coursed through their veins. Every cell in their bodies screamed for release, for the satisfaction that only the other could provide.
They walked towards the store's entrance, hands brushing against each other with every step.
"You are a cruel woman, Elizabeth." Jay groaned, trying to tug her towards him, but she evaded his grasp with a playful smile.
She laughed, her voice laced with amusement. "And don't you forget it," she sassily retorted, "Would you have it any other way?" she asked softly, practically moaning the words, as she locked eyes with him.
John chuckled, "Well, no, I wouldn't," he confirmed, "But this competition thing, it's getting to me. I don't know if I can keep this up for much longer."
Elizabeth grinned widely, planting kisses on his neck, her nails tracing along the muscular ridges of his arms. "Don't I already have you wrapped around my finger? We both know I do," she teased, tugging at his pants, eager to feel him pressed against her.
Jay breathily replied, "I'm going to have you wrapped around something much bigger than my finger, baby."
"All in due time, lover boy," Elizabeth flirted back, her voice cooing in his ear. "Now, let's get this shopping done so that we can get home and you can wrap me around whatever you want."
Jay's mouth went dry at the thought, and Elizabeth took full advantage of his temporary speechlessness. She pressed her body against his, grinding her hips against his pelvis. Her movements were suggestive, enough to send a jolt of electricity through Jay's entire body.
He groaned low in his throat, unable to hold back the primal sound.
Liz entered the store, Jay close on her heels. The fluorescent lights did nothing to hide the blatant look of need on his face. She grinned to herself, knowing she had him on a tight leash. She wanted to see how far she could push him.
The store was bustling with people, and Liz instantly knew she had made a mistake. Everywhere she looked there seemed to be a runway model with impeccable style, or a hot mom, or a fit college student, and they all seemed to be eye fucking the bulge in Jay’s pants.
Liz was not normally a jealous person, but seeing her husband the object of other women's desires made her blood boil. Her mind started to craft twisted scenarios of strange women trying to get into Jay's pants.
"Is something wrong, baby?" Jay asked, noticing how clenched her jaw had became and the way her grip on the shopping cart had tightened. "What's got you so worked up?"
She never knew she could feel such a potent brew of jealousy, envy, and lust. And it made her even hornier, if that was even possible.
Liz grabbed a shopping cart and handed it to Jay. "You push," she ordered. It wasn't a request; it was a directive, and Jay had no choice but to obey.
Liz practically shot daggers out of her eyes, challenging anyone who dared to look at her man too long or too hard.
The heat practically radiated off of her, and Jay had to resist the urge to bend her over the nearest shelf and fuck her right there in front of god and everyone. But no, he was a good boy and he would wait.
Jay could not piece together why Liz was acting strange when they first entered the store, but as they rounded the corner, he understood in a heartbeat. On their left, a line of beautiful women stood, looking at Jay with interest, their gazes lingering on his crotch.
Fuck. This was unexpected.
Elizabeth's grip tightened around his arm, and Jay felt an irrational burst of satisfaction at the sight of her Jealousy and desire intertwining. 'Good, she's just as crazy turned on with this as I am,' he thought to himself.
"Let's just go home, Jay," Liz growled, practically huffing on the edge of fistfighting every one of the sluts that dared to ogle her man.
Jay chuckled, the sound low and teeming with masculine confidence, "Oh no, we can't do that. I might get the wrong idea and start thinking that you're not as tough as you claim to be," his gaze delved deep into hers, challenging her.
Liz dug her nails into his bicep, "But these sluts ain't gonna get my man. I'm not going to let them look at my man like some perverted fucking exhibit. Don't make me grab one of them and tear their eyes out," she seethed, pressing her body against his, rubbing against him as she fought through the tirade, her breasts mashed against his torso.
"you're so possessive," Jay smirked, running his fingers through her hair, despite the fact he was hard as a rock and struggling to control himself. "This whole excursion was your idea, remember? I was ready to demolish you outside the car, but you wanted to come in," Jay reminded her, unable to stop the devilish grin from spreading across his face.
Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes, despite the fact it was true. "Okay, fine, I thought we were just going to have a little innocent shopping groping, not a free-for-all. I can't believe you're encouraging those bitches," Liz said in a growl, looking daggers at every woman who dared lay eyes on her man Jay.
"We're married, Elizabeth. Just say the word and I'll fuck you right here, in front of God and everyone," Jay growled, his eyes flaring with desire.
Elizabeth gasped, her body responding instinctively to his words despite her earlier jealousy. She arched her back, pressing her chest against his, her nipples hardening against the ridged planes of his chest.
"You're so bad, Jay. You really are," Elizabeth hissed, her voice low and breathy, full of desire.
Jay slid his hand down her lower back, palming the swell of her ass, grinding his pelvis against her in an unmistakable gesture.
"let's get these fucking groceries and get somewhere where I can make you forget about all of those other fucking sluts,"
Jay muttered, his voice low and gravelly. Elizabeth's pussy throbbed at his words, imagining the filthy things he would do to her as soon as they were alone. "Is that a promise?" she asked breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"no, but this is," Jay whispered as he leaned to her ear, "I promise you, when we get home, I will fuck you so good you'll just be a pile of cum and ecstatically sated flesh." He slipped his hand lower, running his fingers over her ass, his touch gentle but commanding.
Elizabeth moaned and bit her bottom lip, struggling to keep her composure in the bustling store.
"Can't wait," she murmured, before turning to walk towards the produce section.
Jay's hand slid from her ass to her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go. His eyes never left the sway of her ass as she walked away from him. He couldn't help but feel like a predator stalking its prey, but he didn't care.
He followed behind her, their steps matching in tempo.
They were practically running, desperate to get out of the store. Their need for each other had reached a breaking point. Every cell in their body screamed for release. The slightest touch of their hands brushed against one another, and it sent lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through their systems.
It was as if they contained live wires, and it was only a matter of time before they set off a chain reaction that could not be stopped.
Whatever 'list' of groceries they needed to get went straight out the window as they moved through the aisles, replaced by every hedonistic, lust-filled thought their minds could conjure up.
They grabbed chocolate, wine, cheese, champagne, ice cream, and anything else that struck their fancy. They knew it was ridiculous and unnecessary, but they didn't care.
Liz saw a woman bite her bottom lip as she looked at Jay, her eyes roaming over his body. She had the audacity to lick her lips in a provocative manner, and that was all it took.
Liz latched on to Jay tighter than velcro, both of her hands struggling to wrap around his huge arm muscles. She whispered in his ear, "You're mine, do you understand? Mine. Mine to touch, Mine to fuck. I'll kill her if-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Jay's free arm went around her and pulled her into a passionate kiss, cutting her off mid-sentence and effectively calming her down.
"let's get the fuck out of here," Jay whispered.
Liz practically began dragging him by the bicep, but as she turned to leave, she saw the woman again, eyeing Jay once more. A surge of jealousy, aggression and desire flooded her veins.
"Listen here." Liz commanded, sticking a finger in the woman's face. "He is mine. Got it?" She emphasized the 'mine' in a way which said, ‘fuck with me and I'll destroy you'.
But the woman was nothing if not bold. As Liz turned Jay towards the checkout line, she blew him a kiss, letting her gaze linger on him a moment too long, winking suggestively at him.
It was a simple act, but it was enough to send fury flowing through Liz's veins, and the heat was back in full force.
Jay could feel Elizabeth's possessive grip tighten around his arm, almost painfully so. That stunt the woman pulled really pissed her off, but her reaction only turned him on even more.
He grabbed her by the nape of her neck, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear, "Baby, let's get the hell out of here. I can't take this much longer."
Liz uttered two words, "Home. Now."
The pair sprinted to the self checkout, fumbling their items as they hurriedly scanned them. Neither of them cared about the price or keeping track of what they were buying. They just wanted to get home. They paid for their groceries in record time, practically sprinting out the sliding doors.
They reached Jay's car and Liz yanked the keys from Jay's pocket, practically assaulting him as she unlocked the trunk and shoved the groceries inside with reckless abandon.
Both of them were trembling, their hunger for each other had reached critical levels, every fiber of their being screaming for release.
Liz climbed into the driver's seat.
She started the car and hit the gas before Jay could even buckle his seatbelt.
Their ride home was a blur, the world outside their windows nothing but a green and brown haze.