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Click hereOur friends' car turned left, and we continued straight as my wife sat up languorously beside me, the back of her hand casually wiping her lips. With a sly sideways glance at me, she shimmied her hemline down to a reasonable facsimile of where it was supposed to reside, and refastened her seat-belt. I realized she hadn't seen Dani and Donovan at the lights. Whoa, do I bring that up now? She's happy, and what's done is done - you can fill her in later. Her hands went to the back of her head and pulled out the polished chopsticks, which had become more than slightly askew, depositing them in her lap. I grabbed her left hand with my right, and brought it to my mouth, kissing her knuckles tenderly. Her middle finger was wet, and the scent of her filled my nostrils like a drug. I was suddenly lost again, oblivious to anything but her. I reached for her moist finger with my tongue, and she obligingly slipped it into my mouth to suck clean.
"Well that was fun," Sandy offered with wry understatement, as she pulled her hand back into her lap.
"Jesus H. Christ, baby," I breathed in response. "You almost killed us both."
Her laugh was a sharp bark of genuine surprise and amusement. "When have you ever, EVER let me be in danger? I knew you'd take care of me if I took care of you." Her smile crashed over me like waves of love.
And then in a heartbeat - just like that - she changed again. Her clutch came out, the vanity mirror was opened, and she was all business, fixing her makeup and straightening her hair. We pulled into her parents' driveway short minutes later. I still hadn't quite come to grips with what had happened, but Sandy was chattering about seeing the kids and whether her dad had let them stay up too long as I walked around to open her door. "You should put that away and zip up," she mentioned in passing as I helped her down out of the car. Whoops, that would be a heart attack for her mom years of therapy for the kids. Get a grip, Grant. I hurriedly got myself squared away, and followed my wife's hypnotically swaying ass up the walkway to our front door. She turned to face me as I reached out to ring the bell.
"I love you," she said quietly, her eyes burning into mine.
"I love you too," I replied, my forehead leaning down to rest against hers as I brought her hands to my lips again. "Like the lark."
"Like the lark." The door opened in a blaze of sudden light, and we turned together to face parents and children alike, a rush of hugs and voices enveloping us as we walked through the door, fingers intertwined as always.
Not too much mystery to where this.is heading. I hope it doesn't, but it is what it is.
So many possibilities. Very refreshing to read a hot story with implied trouble down the road, but not a threat if the husbands treat their wives with respect and desire now. The wives made a terrific first gesture with the road head, but they must be careful in the future. The work husbands /brothers could be both intriguing and slippery slope at the same time. What possibilities! *****
You write well, very descriptive, like it, going forward to Chapt 2 now.
5* and one of the best opening stories I've read in a LONG LONG TIME.
Nice scene setting and spiffy dialogue. You could use some editing help getting your clauses sorted to clairify sentence meaning and to improve flow. Plenty of
plot options for further fun, too.
OK, if you insist:
Very slowly, tediously, perhaps obnoxiously, the white couple will end up swapping with the black couple; bring on the BBC and whitey's talented tongue, and/or
The white and black chick will end up fucking the college kids from work, with their husbands' approval, of course, and/or
The white and black husbands will end up fucking some other young single women, like maybe the college boys' girl friends, and then, sooner or later,
The white and black couple will come to their senses and stop slutting around, or end up having mixed race babies, or getting divorced, or a combination thereof.
I will wait to rate the whole thing depending on how well you fill in the details.
This story can go a lot of ways. Personally I hope they get together with the other couple and get to watch each other a little more.
Where will this story go? For now a dangerous but lustful trick to be performed in a moving car...3*