Earlier That Afternoon...

Mary was sitting in the living room of her lonely home, waiting anxiously in anticipation. She had slipped into a white lace corset and some thigh-highs, complimenting her delicate pink silk nightgown that lay open half-off her shoulders. She imagined Lucas towering over her with his throbbing shaft simply begging her for a massage to release all of its tension to her in a great explosion. She closed her arms on herself, pulling down the cups of her outfit to release her nipples for a momentary caress. She gripped firmly about her breasts, pushing them tightly together and thinking how good it would feel to have him throbbing in between them to the beat of her heart. Then she touched a soft hand to her cheek, wishing it was a little firmer as her other hand slided down her stomach.
Her hand slid into her silk panties finding a warm slit to wedge her finger between. Again, she wisher her hands were a lot bigger and a little firmer as she began waxing between her wet lips. She started in a circular motion around her sweet pink pleasure switch, crying out impatiently. Just as her fingers slid further down finding the tight warmth of her burning core, she heard the doorbell ring.
She started violently at first, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, almost falling off the sofa. She was shocked out of her state of personal ecstacy until she heard the chime again. Then she stood up and checked herself in a mirror, flipping her hair once before heading for the front door. The bell rang again as she reached the door and looked out through the peephole, trying to wash back her excitement. She opened the door and propped herself seductively in the doorway, staring wildly at the cool looking Lucas.
She stared deep into his bright blue eyes, as they took her in almost carelessly. Even his expression was almost emotionless as the rain washed over his face where it matted his short brown bangs to his forehead. Then she saw what she was waiting for, as his eyes found hers and melted breaking his hard brow at the corners. That soft affectionate gaze made her feel as if he knew how much she wanted him, and was overtaken by it. That only fueled her desire for him as she backed into the door letting him push through.
She closed the door and locked it behind her, as she turned to face him where he threw his jacket on the floor and kicked off his boots. She made her way toward him as he pulled off his white undershirt and droped it to the floor. Mary placed one hand on his sculpted chest and ran her fingers through damp hair, and Lucas pulled her toward him pressing his lips firmly to hers. Their tongues danced while her heart raced and she fell into him. She pushed him back, lips still locked tight, until he hit the sofa and fell back.
Mary smiled triumphantly as she looked at his seemingly innocent and bewildered face. She liked having a measure of control over sexual situations, and she liked how he simply allowed her to do what she wanted. They never even exchanged a word while making love, adding to the mystique of their affairs. Mary took another step back to take him in where he sat, as the look of bewilderment became one of desire and confusion. She got down on her hands and knees, lifting her head high and creeping toward him like a cat.
Lucas never knew just what she would do at any given moment, but he knew that he would like it. Now his member throbbed in anticipation as this tender little kitten purred over his lap. She uunbucked his belt and unzipped his jeans, reaching in to pet his snake where it began to uncoil. She pulled it out and began jerking it as she raised up and beckoned Lucas to move in and kiss her. He took the bait and began to lift toward her, but she placed a finger to his lips and bit at one of his nipples.
Lucas fell back as Mary proceded to suck his cares away. For a single moment, he drifted away into nowhere, then returned to exhale and look at Mary where she continued to draw him. She stared back at him as he pulled her hair back and gave him a playful wink where she teased the tip of his prick. Lucas couldn't get over her spontaneous manner. She could be so sweet and innocent, then she could be dirty or playful or even all at the same time. She was an enigma, and he couldn't possibly imagine anyone not wanting to spend every moment with her.
Mary could see that she had him completely mazed as she took off the corset to envelope his shaft with her breasts. She had him going just the way she wanted to. She knew that all of her teasing would only serve to keep him under control so he wouldn't cum too fast. He wouldn't get off on the foreplay, but at least she could work him enough to numb his feeling slightly. Mary was proud about her sexual knowledge, and she knew how to please a man. All she ever wanted to do was please her man, but Alex made it seem like she couldn't please him at all. If she could, he would have been around more often.
Mary thoughts of Alex started on her and she almost felt guilty. She looked at Lucas again and saw how much pleasure he was in, and forgot about her husband. Now was the right time, as she pulled his jeans off and slid out of her panties. She climbed up on the couch and put her trim bush in his face, allowing him to taste her steaming juices. Then she turned around and propped her legs on the sofa around his head, reaching down to jerk him while he continued to massage her button with his tongue. All he had to do was keep her going a little, but she would soon do the rest.
Lucas loved Mary's taste and smell. She is a very clean woman and well groomed, making this little treat something he enjoyed almost as much as she did. But she had obviously wanted to keep things moving along as she rolled her legs over him and flopped down onto the sofa. She climbed on top of him and slowly wrapped around him and his member, moaning lightly as she slowly worked him up and down. She started slow, gradually picking up pace and and rocking her body back and forth. Then she turned around and let the muscles of her insides tug at him.
Mary and Lucas continued for hours, making love in most of the house's rooms. They shifted locations and positions, basking in the sweat of their sex. But as the early evening approached, so Alex might come home. Lucas had other things on his agenda anyway. As they finished their last round, Mary made them drinks in the kitchen.
"Well, was it good for you?" She teased in her way. "Because I know that I could do this all night, but Alex could be home any time now." As Mary poured herself a Vodka and Cranberry, gazing intently at Lucas where he sat at the dining room table. The sweat on his face made it glow in the light as though he were an angel. To Mary at this moment, he was her angel, her salvation.
"I don't even have words to describe it, and don't play like you don't know it. But I do have to see some friends of mine about something. I have to find out what I can about when we're getting called back." Lucas was still very cool and stoic as if nothing had just happened, but Mary knew that this is simply how he is. though she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him again.
"So, are you trying to get away from me already. Do you have some Arab woman waiting for you overseas?"
Lucas looked at her with an odd snicker and a raised brow. "Hell no, woman! Most of their women don't even shave!" He continued to leave himself open, and Mary laughed as she thought to herself.
Perhaps I should show him a little mercy... But then, what fun would that be? And she started on him again: "And just how would you know that then?" Mary still smiling as she had obviously started to irritate Lucas, but she knew he was just playing tough.
"Oh, knock it off. You just can't let me rest for a second, can you?"
"Nope!" She exclaimed with a wide grin.
Lucas finished his drink and kissed her on her forehead. "Well, I do have to be going. Give me a call tomorrow if you can." Then Lucas made for the door as Mary shouted back...
"Oh, you can count on that." And as she finished that, he was out the door.