Now what do I do? Ever since Valentine's Day, I've been with Mark every chance I can get. I even surprised him in his trailer and gave him a blow job one day. Knowing I can turn him on and get him so hard drives me wild. I love all the new things we've done. He pushed me against my window at home one night and fucked me till I couldn't walk. I know the guy across the way saw it. At the moment, I couldn't have cared less. But looking back, we both realize that being THAT public is dangerous. So we stick to rubbing each other under table cloths and stealing kisses in taxis for our PDA's. For now anyway.
As I sit at home alone on this chilly March evening, I snuggle under a blanket and shiver. I'm just getting over a cold. I've never felt so miserable. When my doorbell rings, I think about ignoring it. Until I hear the sexiest voice on the planet say, "Open up, De-Dee. Chicken soup to the rescue."
I wrap the blanket firmly around my body and walk to the door. When I open it, I say, "Mark, you're gonna end up sick."
He laughs and says, "I never get sick. Someone has to take care of you."
I turn and go back to the couch, saying, "I'm a big girl, Mark , I can take care of myself."
He puts down the brown paper bag he's holding and drops his coat on the chair by the door. He sits beside me on the couch and says, "OK, so maybe I WANT to take care you. Stubborn wench."
I have to laugh. He puts his arm around me and hugs me, kissing my forehead. He says, "I think your fever's finally gone."
I say, "Yeah, it broke earlier. I'm just so tired." I reach for a tissue and blow my nose. Tossing it away, I grab the hand sanitizer on the coffee table and say, "I really hate being sick. I hope you don't catch this cold."
He says, "I already told you, I don't get sick. How bad is it really?"
I sigh and say, "I'm a lot better. The sniffles are the only thing that's left, and they are even better. I just feel drained now."
He slides closer to me and says, "What can I do to make you feel better?"
He knows I can't say no, even when I feel like shit. I lean into him and he pulls me against his body. I nuzzle against his neck and whisper, "Is this a good idea?"
I feel his lips move from my temple down to my cheek and finally he pushes me back enough to capture my lips with his. A week and a half without his kisses is about ten days too long. As our tongues begin their dance, I throw the blanket aside and practically climb onto his lap.
He works my body with his hands as his lips plunder mine. Just as my shirt comes off and hits the floor, my phone rings. Our eyes meet and I say, "It could be Courtney ."
He whispers, "I'll be quiet," and goes back to nibbling on my neck.
I answer the phone with a throaty "Hello?"
Imagine my surprise at hearing Amy's voice saying, "Hi De-Dee, it's Amy. How are you feeling? Mark said you were sick."
I pull back from Mark and lock my gaze on his as I say, "I'm fine, AMY, getting over a pretty lousy cold. How are you?"
His eyes grow huge but he doesn't make a peep. He listens to my side of the conversation.
She says, "I'm good. I was just having a thought though. Mark and I have a really good friend, Tyler...I was wondering, I know you're single. How about a double date Friday night? Do you feel up to it? He's a really great guy."
To say I'm stunned would be such a horrible understatement. I say, "Friday night, a double date, huh?" Mark's hands squeeze my thighs and he mouths the word "WHAT?" I almost giggle. I say, "That's really nice Amy, but I don't know...I've never been a big fan of blind dates."
She says, "It's not really. I know you know who the guys in the group are. And Tyler is a fan of the show. Seriously, just drinks and dinner, ok? Just one night? Please?"
Feeling more than a bit naughty, I say, "Umm, sure Amy, sounds like fun. I'd love to meet Tyler . Who knows, maybe we'll click."
Amy says, "Great, it's all set. Want to meet us at Phil's? Say 7:30?"
I smile and say, "Sure thing. See you then."
After I hang up, Mark says, "What did you just do?"
I lean back and strip my shirt off, baring my nipples to his gaze. I say, "Your wife wants to set me up with Tyler . Is there a problem with that?"
His fingers move up to tweak my nipples, causing me to moan and he says, "Fuck yes, there's a problem with that. You're mine!"
I giggle and say, "Want me to call her back and cancel?"
He growls and stands, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carries me into my room and says, "Fuck no, you're not canceling. But if he touches you..."
He throws me on the bed and covers my body with his. Even through his clothes and what's left of mine, I feel his desire. I say, "Mark, I don't fuck on the first date."
He bites my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Sliding off me, he strips my pants and panties from my body and says, "You aren't fucking him at all. You're MINE!"
Sliding my fingers over my wet slit, I say, "I am?"
He growls and strips, covering my body with his. In a single thrust, he's buried to his balls in me and he says, "MINE!"
I slide my legs around his waist as my hands pull his face to mine. He fucks me savagely, making my body ache. Suddenly, he slides out and flips me over. I raise my ass up to meet his thrust. He slaps one of my butt cheeks and says, "This is my ass."
I whimper and push back against him. He slides his arms around my waist and pulls me against his chest. His fingers twist my nipples and says, "These are my tits. No one touches them but me." I look up and meet his gaze in my mirror. He whispers, "No one."
Covering his hands with mine, I whimper before screaming out, "No one, I'm yours!"
He plants himself deep inside me and lets his load go. I don't know who was more shocked, him or me. While he's still buried in me he says, "De-Dee, I..."
I say, "Don't worry, I'm on the pill."
He sighs and says, "Fuck."
He pulls out of me and I turn around, taking him into my arms as we fall back on the bed. He nuzzles his head on my breasts and settles his body between my thighs. As we catch our breath, I whisper, "You ok?"
He nods and says, "I can't stand the thought of any man touching you."
I play with his hair and say, "It's just a date...I'm not going to fuck him."
Moving his lips to my nipple, he teases it with his tongue and he says, "I know." After a few minutes he whispers, "Did I hurt you?"
I wrap my legs around his waist and say, "Does it feel like you did?"
Feeling my wetness on his stomach, he looks up at me. The wicked grin on his face makes me shiver as he slowly slides down the bed and slides his tongue into my body. I arch up against the onslaught of his mouth.
As my body shakes, he pulls back, sliding two of his fingers inside me to get me off. His tongue flicks my clit before he whispers, "Give it to me."
My body rocks against his hand and I cum hard. He laps at me, then moves up my body. Our lips meet and our tongues swirl together in their own obscene mating dance. When our lips part, he whispers, "Do you know how good it felt to cum in you?"
I smile and say, "Feel like doing it again?"
He nods and brings his lips down to mine as he settles between my legs. When he thrusts into me, I whimper, and then I whisper, "YES Mark!"
MARK'S POV
A fucking double date?! What in God's name is my wife thinking?! Oh yeah, she's thinking De-Dee's a nice girl and being as my friend Tyler is a good guy, she should play matchmaker. I guess it's a good thing that she doesn't suspect I'm fucking De-Dee plus it would give me just another reason to be in the same room as De-Dee. Knowing De-Dee, she'll wear something that will get me so fucking hard that I'll have to take care of business in the men's room. She's good at teasing my dick like that but it doesn't ever last very long. I can usually manage to sneak away from the family on Saturdays but Amy insists that Sundays are ours. There's no way I can get out of that. Plus I can't just turn my back on my family because I'm getting what I need elsewhere in the bedroom.
Amy and I were working through some issues but I think even she knew that we weren't the same couple that fell in love so many years ago. Still, she was trying to make it work. I think it was the same for both of us in the fact that we didn't want to hurt the girls. Of course the girls were going to get hurt and the more we prolonged it, the harder it would be on them. They weren't stupid little girls. They would eventually figure out that Mommy and Daddy weren't getting along like they should. I'll go on this double date but I won't be happy knowing that De-Dee will be walking out the door with another man.