“Remember when it was like that for us?” Darla leaned over and murmured into her husband’s ear. Her gaze never left the new bride and groom dancing on the floor before them. “Before kids, before house payments, before our ten year anniversary?” She sighed and slipped her hand into Dan’s.
“I still love you as much as I did then.” He gave her hand a squeeze, pulled their clasped hands under the table and pressed hers against his growing erection. “Still want you as much, too, even if we don’t seem to find the time to act on it like we used to.”
“I never thought the time would come we’d do it less than once a week.” Darla loosened her grasp on his hand, rubbing his cock firmly and thrilling at the feel of its hardness against her palm. Feeling more daring than usual, she tugged down his zipper and slipped her finger into his pants, through the hole in his briefs and caressed the warm flesh.
He jerked against her, clearly surprised at her bold move and then his thighs relaxed and spread, giving her even better access to him. He turned to her, his gaze hot and intense and she thrilled when his hand moved to her thigh, slowly tugging up the hem of her skirt until it could creep beneath the cloth. She smiled when he stopped at the feel of the garter belt she wore instead of regular nylons.
He leaned close, nibbled her ear lobe a moment before asking, “What other surprises do you have under there?”
She turned her head until their lips were nearly touching. Her breath came in short gasps as his hand traveled up to her thong and one finger slipped under the silk to touch her wet center. “That’s for me to know...”
He pressed the finger into her and her eyes closed in response. She swallowed the moan that built in her throat and she moved, just a bit, against his impalement. She circled her fingers around his cock and squeezed, delighted when he growled.
“And for me to find out?”
“God, I hope so.” The heat built as he moved his finger in and out. “If you make me come, and you’re getting me close, I’m going to shock the hell out of these people when I scream.”
“I never knew you were into doing this in public.” He pulled the finger out, lifted his hand from beneath the table and popped it into his mouth, sucking on it like she wanted to be sucking on him. “You taste better than that wedding cake, but I can’t get up and take you anywhere without it being obvious what you’ve done to me. I’d bet you can’t even zip up my pants, I’m so fucking hard.”
“Dance with me.” She pulled her hand away from him and stood up, nice and slow so her skirt would fall back into place.
“I don’t want to dance with you, Darla. I want to pull you under this table and fuck you.”
She smiled. “If you’ll dance with me, Dan—pressed up against me—no one but me will know you’ve got a raging hard on.” She pointed to the side door. “And you can dance me over there. I’m guessing this hall has some place we can sneak into for ten or fifteen minutes...don’t you?”
His tongue slipped out and moistened his mouth and she imagined it on her. Her knees wobbled a moment at the thought and she was so wet it was a wonder it wasn’t dripping down her thighs.
“Please, Dan. I don’t want to wait—and the kids are busy with my folks.”
He stood and pulled her into an embrace, dancing her in tight circles all the while pressing up against her crotch and rubbing until she thought she’d come right there on the floor. It was only a short minute or two, but it felt like days, until they reached the doors and quickly slipped out of the reception hall.
Their friends had rented a local community hall for their reception, and the rest of the place was all but abandoned. Dan grabbed her hand and pulled her down the corridor, until they came to a storage room near the end.
“Here.” He opened the door and they hurried inside. The shelves were full of supplies, but the back wall was surprisingly empty. He gave the cord hanging from the bare light bulb a tug and then closed the door behind them.
The moment they were alone, Darla lunged, tugging his pants open and falling to her knees. “I have to taste you.” She took him into her mouth and sucked, circling her tongue around his head, flicking the vein beneath and thrilling at his groan. She cupped his balls in one hand, and circled the base of his cock with another, squeezing him gently and pistoning her head up and down. She felt his balls tighten and was ready to take him all the way, but he pulled her off despite her protests.
“No, God, I want to come inside you. Wait a minute.”
She stood and slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress, pushing it off her shoulders into a puddle at her feet. His reaction at the sight of her in her corset and garter was worth all the money and discomfort.
He reached out one hand, slipped the strap off one side and then the other before cupping her breasts. She sighed and shivered at his touch. Ten years together, and his hands still had the power to bring her to her knees.
“I love you, Dan.” The words came out on a sigh.
“I love you back.” He kissed her then, his mouth surprisingly gentle. He nibbled her neck, the curve of her breast and pushed the corset down and off her body, taking the slip of her panties with it. “You are everything I ever wanted and if I could go back, I’d marry you all over again.”
With those words, he lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist and then entered her. She was more than ready for him and moaned at the feel of him buried in her. She leaned against the wall, bracing herself as he thrust, hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she matched his rhythm. Then he reached between them and rubbed her clit, still hammering her. The pressure built until she couldn’t hold back another moment. With a cry, she exploded into a thousand pieces and he followed her orgasm with his own.
She lowered her leg to the floor, afraid she’d fall if she didn’t. He held her close, staying inside as long as he could. Before they separated, he grabbed a nearby roll of paper towels to clean up.
Darla buttoned up her dress and flashed her husband a smile. “That was amazing. Maybe we should start crashing weddings.”
“Maybe we should start arranging for sleepovers for the kids.”
Darla stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Maybe we should remember to take time for us, no matter how, no matter where. Promise?”
“If we end up in more storage rooms, or having foreplay under the table? I’m all for it.” Dan leaned back and held out his pinky, laughing when she hooked hers to his. “Promise.”
About the author: Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot bodies. She's married to a wonderful man who happily offers himself for research, and she spends most of her days dreaming of uncomfortable situations in which to place her characters. Visit her website at http://www.menagerieauthors.com and her blog at http://www.menagerieauthors.blogspot.com