EroticReverie

Peyton James

I'm in the kitchen, loading dishes in the dishwasher as the front door opens. My body tensing , ready for a fight. Maybe I was being crazy, but I couldnt get over the fact he chose not to tell me about Natalie, his beautiful new secretary. His short, petite secretary with her pretty blonde hair and perky fucking tits that had been in the words tightest fucking top, tucked into the shortest work appropriate skirt she could have possibly been in. I couldnt get over it. I was angry. with him, with myself, with that fucking pretty fucking witch and her blonde hair. It's not that I didnt trust my husband, sane Payeton trusted without a doubt, and would be her life on his commitement to her. But Crazy me? Crazy me flooded my head with all the worst possbile scenarios. 

I'm wearing a pencil skirt, and a blouse, my hair up, and a pair of black heels. Because Im fucking crazy and plan on asking him if he prefers the secretary look, and if that's what does it for him. Cause like I said..I'm fucking crazy, and have been planning this fight all fucking day in my head. 

Except he doesn't come to the kitchen where he can clearly hear my music and my movement as I shut the dishwasher. His feet carry up the foyer steps and I clench my jaw. He doesnt ever avoid me. Everyday, he comes to me. Not today. An invisble fist wrenches around my heart  and I want to cry. I stand there, waiting, hoping he comes back down. I give it two minutes....ten....twenty....and then I'm storming up the stairs and hear the water running in our shower and storm into our bedroom, throwing open the door and then the door the bathroom. 

I stop and swallow as I see him , hands to the wall, head hanging, the water falling over him. 

"what are you doing!?" I yell at him. 

He says nothing. 

"Not today Peyton. I can't today." he says, and Im barely able to hear him. 

I stand there. Looking at a broken man. I did that. My crazy ass broke my husband. Yet, I still can't help thinking he'd rather have his secretary. She'd be easier to deal with probably. He could fuck her whenever he wanted, call her into the office and undress her and lay her over his desk. 

I wince at the visual in my fucked up head. My heart yelling at me for hurting this man. Tears coming to my eyes. Stop being fucking crazy Peyton. 

I unzip my skirt, pushing off my heels, pulling off my underwear, my blouse. Stripping myself, and then throwing my crazy fucking "i want a fight" outfit into the laundry bin. 

I walk over to the shower. 

"Jackson." I say his name, his head turning as I pull open the shower door and step in. His eyes come to me, and my heart shatters into a million pieces. My husband...is crying. 

I swallow the giant lump that immediately forms in my throat, my own eyes filling with tears.

"I can't fight with you today Peyton, I just can't." he says and I'm moving over to him, moving in front of him, his eyes following me. 

"I'm crazy...and i'm sorry...i'm so sorry." I say my own voice cracking. 

"I miss you.." he says as he looks down and closes his eyes, not letting his tears fall. 

"Jackson" I say as I place my hands on his chest, sliding them up and pulling him down. 

"I just want to make love to my fucking wife" he says and shakes his head. "That's all I fucking want to do tonight. I dont want to fight. I dont want to talk. I just want to make love to you." he says and I nod. 

"yeah, okay" I say softly and he looks at me. I nod my head gently, letting him know that I truly agree, that I won't fight with him, I won't argue and I won't do anything that be what my husband needs right now. Cause this is my fault and I know it. 

"I'm sorry" I say as he takes my face in hands. 

"No talking Peyton" he shakes his head. I nod again, his eyes on my mouth and he lowers his head, bringing his lips to mine. I grab his wrists as his hands stay on my face, angling my mouth, my head pliable, moving howeverhe directs it as I part my mouth and let his tongue inside. He groans his handsss on my face, holding me tighter, angling my head this way and that as he kisses me deeper, kissing me in the way I havent let him do for months. 

"Peyton" he groans as he pulls his mouth from me, his forehead to mine, his hands slipping down over my neck. I just nod. His hands slipping over my wet skin, down over my breasts and his mouth, follows his hands. Moving down my neck, over my collar bone, over the top of my chest, over my breasts. I don't deserve it, to be touch by him like this, I don't deserve much of anything this man gives to me. I don't know how he puts up with me, especially these past two months. I was a bitch. Not just crazy. But a fucking bitch. 

In my defense, my mind was on a tailspin when I'd found Natalie outside of his office. A tailspin that took two weeks for me to realize my husband wasnt actually fucking his secretary. But a tailspin that still lasted, still festered in my head for several more weeks, telling me that he was going to, that she'd seduce him and he'd be weak, that he'd want to, because his wife was a fucking head case. 

"i've missed you so fucking much" he murmurs on my stomach as his hands glide down my legs. 

I slip my fingers through his wet hair, pushing it back as he looks up at me and I pant, leaning against the wall as my husband kisses down my stomach towards my pussy. 

"I've been a terrible wife, i dont deserve this...or you" I breathe.

"You were upset.....i understand that Peyton...I do....I'm not mad....and you're not a terrible wife" he says as he kisses right about my pussy. 

"I've been a bitch." I choke on the words. 

"That's alright." he says and licks between my lips and I suck in a breath, my hips pushing forward, missing his mouth, my clit dying for the attention i've denied it for two months. 

"no it's not..i love you...i hurt you....i made you cry...."

"then make it up to me...and let me spend the rest of the night between your legs...licking you....tasting you..." he says, his tongue stroking my clit between words and I grip his hair. 

"I dont deserve it." I whimper as his fingers gently spread my pussy open and his tongue flicks my clit and I hiss, my eyes rolling back and I let out a cry. It feels like I havent has his tongue in forever. It's so good, and I dont deserve it. 

"Well I deserve it..." he says. "I deserve to lick my wife's pussy, I deserve to fucking taste you" 

I moan and look back down at him, breathing hard.

"So you're going to be a good wife now Peyton...and let your husband make love to you with his mouth on your gorgeous cunt" 

"yes" i answer, whimper and nodding. Jackson groans and latches his lips around my clit and sucks as two of his fingers slip up inside of me and I lift my leg, one up over his shoulder, the other foot to the floor of the shower, that leg already shaking as my husband sucks and licks at my clit while pushing two fingers in and out of my pussy as I ride his mouth and tongue slowly, my hips rolling as I pant, and my head pushes back against the wall as he fingers me gently, twisting, turning his fingers inside of me, teasing my walls, not yet pushing against my g spot, purposely making me deseperate for the contact. 

"Jackson" I moan as he groans against my clit and slides his fingers out and his angles back, his mouth sliding down further and his tongue licking where his fingers were, pushing into my pussy as I clench my fingers into his hair and pull his face against me. 

"mmmmfuck....yes...yes baby" I i pant and he groan into my pussy, as I ride his tongue and gasp and shake as I watch him spoil me and push his tongue deeper. GRoaning and grunting into me. 

"Dont you dare ever starve me again Peyton" he growls and licks hard from my cunt to my clit. 

"your cunt is so fucking good baby" he groans and kisses on my clit, licking it, flicking it, making me writhe against the wall as I moan and grab his hair. 

"i love you...i love you" I pant. "I'm so sorry, im so fucking sorry" I whine. 

"Im sorry I didnt tell you" he says. "I should have...i'm sorry I gave you reason to doubt me Peyton" and then keeps on kissing me clit. 

"It's not..your fault.." I breathe "It's mine...i'm fucking crazy...i was a bitch to you.....i dont...fuck..i don't deserve you" I nearly cry. 

"i love you" he groans into my pussy. "i love you more every fucking day Peyton" he licks and sucks at my clit and groans, gently biting it and I gasp. 

"Even when you're angry with me...even when you shut me out for months....i'll never stop loving you...ever....i'm never going to stop.." he groans, licking, and licking and I moan , my hips pushing forward, my clit pushing over his tongue as I pull his hair. 

"I want you inside of me" I cry out making him groan and then he's pulling himself up and I pant as he grabs my ass, lifting me, slapping the shower off and carrying me to our bed. We're soaked head to toe, but he lays me gently on the bed, and my legs spread as his body falls between them and his hard cock pushes against my pussy. 

"however you want it Jackson...take me however you need me...i just need you." 

He leans down, his mouth over mine and he kisses me slowly. 

"I'm going to make love to you ......to my wife....." he says and I nod, whimpering as he lifts up and braces himself on his hands.

"And im going to do it hard." he says and my toes curl as I reach down, guding him to me. 

"however you need me" I repeat. "however you want m- Ah!" I scream my body jerking as my tits lift , heaving upward as my back bows and Jacksons cock rips into me. 

Immedieatley my legs are around him and my hands are on his back, nails digging in as another rough thrust rocks my body. I scream again. 

"Jack-son" I cry out, nail scratching at his back, digging in hard and my legs tightening as he fucks me faster, harder. Laying into me with so much power, my pussy wet and taking every fucking inch he gives me, clenching and gripping at his cock. 

"Peyton" he growls. 

"yes" I whimper. "cum inside me" I moan , knowing that groan, know that tone and way he says my name when he wants to cum and needs to cum. 

We'll go again after, he'll have me in this bed all night. 

"that's my fucking girl, beg for my cum" he groans. And I do. I beg and beg, his thrust drilling me hard. 

"i need my husbands cum" I moan. "I need it Jackson" 

With that, he comes undone, his hips jerking, slamming into me once, twice....a third time as he groans loudly and finishes inside of me. PAnting hard as he curses and dropshis head down, and leans down, kissing the side of my face, then my mouth, the the other side. 

I moan and he kisses down my neck and groans against my ear.

"I can not go two months fighting with you...ever again Peyton...do you hear me?" he groans. "not ever again" he growls. 

"never again" I whimper, his teeth bite my neck. 

"that's my good little devil" he whispers. 

I clutch his back at my the return of my nickname, nearly crying because of it. 

"You're gonna ride me Peyton...you're gonna make love to me..." 

I nod. 

"I want my wife loving me with her sweet fucking cunt" he groans and thrusts into me hard again and I squeak.

"yes, yes" I pant, shaking. 

With a swift turn and roll , I'm ontop and he's looking up at me. 

"Love me hard Peyton." he groans and grabs my hips. "Ride me like it's our wedding night and I've just locked down that pussy for life...remember how hard you made love to my fucking cock that night...that's what I fucking want...give it to me....give me that wife pussy Peyton."