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a rosy blush, and her eyes shone
bright.
    “Oh God, I love you,” she whispered, her breath
breathy and soft.
    “I love you, too, baby.” Keeping his gaze locked on
hers, he slid inside her and started to move.
     
    ~~~~~
     
    This wknd. U & me. All kids gone sat. morn. –
sun. aftn.
     
    He read Christine’s text again and all the blood in
his body headed south. It had been over a week since their snow day, and they’d
made love almost everyday. With the kids, work, and everything else going on,
there hadn’t been as much time to explore as he would have liked. It looked
like that would change this weekend.
    He loved that she’d arranged for them to have the
house to themselves even if it was just one night. Over the past week she’d
opened up to him, and their lovemaking had been hot and sweet and better than
it had ever been.
    Since she’d gone to the trouble to arrange to get the
kids out of the house, he ought to do something. She’d seemed more comfortable
with her body this week, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate it if he bought
her lingerie. He wanted to give her something sexy, but he didn’t think toys
were right either. He leaned back in his chair and looked out his office
window. There had to be something. Maybe jewelry. He thought back to that night
a week ago and how open she’d been to him. Even before they made love, she’d
shaved for him.
    And just like that he knew exactly what he was going
to give her.
    Twenty minutes of searching the internet later and the
package was on it’s way.
     
    U R MINE sat. sunrise – sun. sunrise. Don’t make
plans.
     
    He hit send and smiled, immensely pleased with
himself.
     
    ~~~~~
     
    “My God, you’re a sex kitten.”
    Christine stared dumbstruck at her reflection in the
salon mirror. She didn’t recognize the woman with the kohl rimmed eyes and
crimson lips.
    Jonathon, the stylist her girlfriend recommended,
stood behind her, fussing with the halo of big loopy curls he’d magically
created out of the dull ponytail she’d walked in with.
    “Say something, darling. You have to love it.”
Jonathon bent so his face was beside hers and stared at their combined
reflection. “You look like a cross between Jane Russell and a dark-haired Marilyn
Monroe—very pin up girl. You are going to be your husband’s boyhood wet dream
come to life.” He swirled the cape that protected her clothes off of her and
looked down at her brown tweed trousers  and sensible flats and wrinkled his
nose. “Well, after you change clothes. Darling, speak.”
    “Jonathon, you are an artist.” He beamed, and the
sexy, pouty lipped woman in the mirror smiled back at him. She caught her
bottom lip between her teeth, and a jolt went through her when the woman in the
mirror did the same thing, She still had trouble believing it was her
reflection.“It’s so much more than I’d imagined,” she said as much to herself
at to him.
    Everything this past week had been more than she’d
imagined. Jack had been tender and attentive, and she’d bloomed, opening for
him. He told her she was beautiful, and she believed him.
    He made sure she came at least once when they made
love, teasing her and helping her masturbate to orgasm before sliding inside
her or stroking her to climax with his hand if he came first. She couldn’t get
enough of him. She had to have him in her pussy or in her mouth. The more
attention he paid to her, the more she wanted to please him. Twice during the
week she’d dropped to her knees while they were sitting on the couch watching TV
after the kids went to bed. She’d sucked him until he was hard and then
straddled him, taking him deep inside her. She loved that position even though
it was difficult for her to have an orgasm that way. But Jack could suck on her
nipples and she could grind her clit against him while she rode him. She could
tell it excited him to have her take the lead, too, and his excitement fed
hers. It was one of the reasons she