All he wanted was to be at home in her arms! And here he was stuck on the set of this damn stupid video, freezing his nads off waiting around, again!
Meanwhile his precious wife celebrated her 30th birthday on her own, well with friends, but not with him. He felt like shit! He’d promised her he’d be home, and he wasn’t.
He’d tried ringing, but nothing, he assumed she was screening for his call and ignoring it. He’d left many begging and groveling messages telling her he loved her and he was so damn sorry, but nothing.
They’d had one hell of a fight about him going, but it needed to be done now, and he couldn’t put it off.
‘Some day’s I wonder why the hell I married you!’ She threw in his face before she turned and ran from him deep into the house so he couldn’t follow, the car waiting for him to drive him to the airport.
Some day’s he wonder why she had too, he loved her to distraction, and often wondered aloud how he’d got this lucky. But the way they’d left it wasn’t good, hell they fought like cat and dog, and then made up like rabbits, but this time there was no making up; he’d fucked up royally.
A runner approached him and handed him a message, blushing to the roots of his hair, Jon wondered what the fuck! But took the note, thanked him and read it. It said he was needed urgently in his trailer; his wife had rung and needed to contact him. He didn’t even give it a thought as to why she’d not rung his cell, but took off running, shouting to the director he’d be back when he could.
As he entered the trailer he went for the phone, but it was in the cradle. Strange!
Then he realized he could hear something in the back, in the bedroom, he hoped to Christ it wasn’t a fan, he couldn’t be nice today!
He walked to the door and listened, it sounded like ……. Shit like they were moaning! He [i]really[/i] hope to hell a fan wasn’t in there!
He threw open the door and stopped dead in his tracks, his voice disappearing back into his throat, there [i]was[/i] a fan getting herself off on the bed, and damn she was so damn hot!
She looked up and smirked at him, her fingers never stopping playing with her throbbing clit, ‘Well hey there, wanna help a girl out?’ Her fingers of the other hand pulled at her nipples, and twisted them, hard! She moaned her eyes closing, her fingers moving from her clit, pushing inside her wet walls.
Jon’s mouth went dry; she lay there covered in a black lace bra, with no cups, a black garter belt on, holding up sheer black stockings. On her feet killer black five inch cmf’s, and no panties, just wet pussy looking at him. How could he refuse? ‘Oh darlin, I’ll help you out, but you can’t tell my wife, she’ll fuckin kill me!’ He said walking to the bed stripping his clothes off quickly, all the time watching her fingers playing with herself.
He knew she was close to the edge, and before she could say anything he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down the bed, fell to his knees between her legs and sank his mouth over her clit as she continued to pump her fingers into herself. He sucked on her twice, and flicked his tongue over her and she screamed into her orgasm. Her hand moved from in herself to grab the covers as she arched off the bed. Jon’s hand snaked into her tight pussy and took up where she’d left off from, making her race over the edge for a second time. Her legs were now over his shoulders and her heels digging into his back making him growl on her, the vibrations working there way into her.
He slowly let her come down, working his way up her beautiful body, starting that slow build all over again. His mouth took full advantage of the cup less bra his mouth devouring her breast one after the other, sucking, nibbling, blowing and biting were on the menu.
Her hands were now in his hair as she dragged him up to her mouth; she tasted herself on his tongue and withered under him. ‘Fuck me Jon, just fuck me!’
‘Whatever the lady wants, she shall have.’ But before she could wrap her legs about him, he’d moved and flipped her onto her front, ‘Kneel for me darlin.’ She did as he asked and she felt his hands caress her ass, then one finger trailing from the bottom of her spin along her slit, coating his fingers in her juices he continued moving it till he could flick her clit. She pushed on him trying to make his finger pleasure her. ‘No baby, not yet.’
His finger made the return journey back up to the base of her spin, where he placed a kiss. He positioned himself watching her drip onto the bed she was that turned on, he was the one now smirking. Grasping her hips he steadied her then in one full thrust pushed himself home, he had to stop and catch his breath, damn she felt good, and so damn wet!
‘Oh Christ rock star I said [i]fuck me[i]!’
With that Jon started to slam into her several times, and then stopped, making her moan in frustration, ‘Lean up for me baby.’ She gently straightened up so he could wrap his arms about her and nuzzle into her neck. His fingers gripped both of her nipples and twisted then pulled making her shout, but he could feel more juices run down from her, she was so turned on!
He moved both hands to her hips and one moved forward into her drenched pussy, his fingers slicking over her clit. His other hand held her as he started to thrust back and forth while playing her. Her arms anchored behind his neck s o she didn’t fall forward. By now the rhythm he was setting was frantic, but his finger never left her clit.
She could feel herself starting that long climb again, and wanted him with her. She released her arms and fell forward onto the headboard, and with the stability of it she could start to thrust back onto him, her breast swaying as the pace picked up even more.
Finally the precipice came into view and they both jumped off, shouting as they went.
‘Well honey I think your wife will know you’ve fucked a fan tonight, don’t you?’ she muttered as they crawled into each others arms, wrapping them in a sheet and snuggling down together.
He kissed her and sighed ‘You’re right darlin, but I couldn’t help myself.’
‘Is that all you can say for yourself rock star?’ Eyes locked.
He sighed again, ‘Nah, I’d have to say I’m an ass, who should have known better! I should never have done this video shoot today. Hell I love my wife! And I should be able to tell my wife in person, that I love her. I do you know, I love her with every breath of my body.’
She kissed him. ‘Anything else?’
‘Yeah, happy 30th birthday Tresca my darlin wife!’ he grinned kissed his wife again, and proceeded to do some more celebrating with her!
Meanwhile his precious wife celebrated her 30th birthday on her own, well with friends, but not with him. He felt like shit! He’d promised her he’d be home, and he wasn’t.
He’d tried ringing, but nothing, he assumed she was screening for his call and ignoring it. He’d left many begging and groveling messages telling her he loved her and he was so damn sorry, but nothing.
They’d had one hell of a fight about him going, but it needed to be done now, and he couldn’t put it off.
‘Some day’s I wonder why the hell I married you!’ She threw in his face before she turned and ran from him deep into the house so he couldn’t follow, the car waiting for him to drive him to the airport.
Some day’s he wonder why she had too, he loved her to distraction, and often wondered aloud how he’d got this lucky. But the way they’d left it wasn’t good, hell they fought like cat and dog, and then made up like rabbits, but this time there was no making up; he’d fucked up royally.
A runner approached him and handed him a message, blushing to the roots of his hair, Jon wondered what the fuck! But took the note, thanked him and read it. It said he was needed urgently in his trailer; his wife had rung and needed to contact him. He didn’t even give it a thought as to why she’d not rung his cell, but took off running, shouting to the director he’d be back when he could.
As he entered the trailer he went for the phone, but it was in the cradle. Strange!
Then he realized he could hear something in the back, in the bedroom, he hoped to Christ it wasn’t a fan, he couldn’t be nice today!
He walked to the door and listened, it sounded like ……. Shit like they were moaning! He [i]really[/i] hope to hell a fan wasn’t in there!
He threw open the door and stopped dead in his tracks, his voice disappearing back into his throat, there [i]was[/i] a fan getting herself off on the bed, and damn she was so damn hot!
She looked up and smirked at him, her fingers never stopping playing with her throbbing clit, ‘Well hey there, wanna help a girl out?’ Her fingers of the other hand pulled at her nipples, and twisted them, hard! She moaned her eyes closing, her fingers moving from her clit, pushing inside her wet walls.
Jon’s mouth went dry; she lay there covered in a black lace bra, with no cups, a black garter belt on, holding up sheer black stockings. On her feet killer black five inch cmf’s, and no panties, just wet pussy looking at him. How could he refuse? ‘Oh darlin, I’ll help you out, but you can’t tell my wife, she’ll fuckin kill me!’ He said walking to the bed stripping his clothes off quickly, all the time watching her fingers playing with herself.
He knew she was close to the edge, and before she could say anything he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down the bed, fell to his knees between her legs and sank his mouth over her clit as she continued to pump her fingers into herself. He sucked on her twice, and flicked his tongue over her and she screamed into her orgasm. Her hand moved from in herself to grab the covers as she arched off the bed. Jon’s hand snaked into her tight pussy and took up where she’d left off from, making her race over the edge for a second time. Her legs were now over his shoulders and her heels digging into his back making him growl on her, the vibrations working there way into her.
He slowly let her come down, working his way up her beautiful body, starting that slow build all over again. His mouth took full advantage of the cup less bra his mouth devouring her breast one after the other, sucking, nibbling, blowing and biting were on the menu.
Her hands were now in his hair as she dragged him up to her mouth; she tasted herself on his tongue and withered under him. ‘Fuck me Jon, just fuck me!’
‘Whatever the lady wants, she shall have.’ But before she could wrap her legs about him, he’d moved and flipped her onto her front, ‘Kneel for me darlin.’ She did as he asked and she felt his hands caress her ass, then one finger trailing from the bottom of her spin along her slit, coating his fingers in her juices he continued moving it till he could flick her clit. She pushed on him trying to make his finger pleasure her. ‘No baby, not yet.’
His finger made the return journey back up to the base of her spin, where he placed a kiss. He positioned himself watching her drip onto the bed she was that turned on, he was the one now smirking. Grasping her hips he steadied her then in one full thrust pushed himself home, he had to stop and catch his breath, damn she felt good, and so damn wet!
‘Oh Christ rock star I said [i]fuck me[i]!’
With that Jon started to slam into her several times, and then stopped, making her moan in frustration, ‘Lean up for me baby.’ She gently straightened up so he could wrap his arms about her and nuzzle into her neck. His fingers gripped both of her nipples and twisted then pulled making her shout, but he could feel more juices run down from her, she was so turned on!
He moved both hands to her hips and one moved forward into her drenched pussy, his fingers slicking over her clit. His other hand held her as he started to thrust back and forth while playing her. Her arms anchored behind his neck s o she didn’t fall forward. By now the rhythm he was setting was frantic, but his finger never left her clit.
She could feel herself starting that long climb again, and wanted him with her. She released her arms and fell forward onto the headboard, and with the stability of it she could start to thrust back onto him, her breast swaying as the pace picked up even more.
Finally the precipice came into view and they both jumped off, shouting as they went.
‘Well honey I think your wife will know you’ve fucked a fan tonight, don’t you?’ she muttered as they crawled into each others arms, wrapping them in a sheet and snuggling down together.
He kissed her and sighed ‘You’re right darlin, but I couldn’t help myself.’
‘Is that all you can say for yourself rock star?’ Eyes locked.
He sighed again, ‘Nah, I’d have to say I’m an ass, who should have known better! I should never have done this video shoot today. Hell I love my wife! And I should be able to tell my wife in person, that I love her. I do you know, I love her with every breath of my body.’
She kissed him. ‘Anything else?’
‘Yeah, happy 30th birthday Tresca my darlin wife!’ he grinned kissed his wife again, and proceeded to do some more celebrating with her!
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