Hubby’s fingers were just as skilled as she remembered. He remembered. He moved and touched and flicked and yeah… hubby had not forgotten what she loved. Lacey struggled to push out of reach of his touch. He was playing her like a fiddle. Orchestrating a massive eruption, Lacey couldn’t find enough space in the cushion of the seat to get away from the hands she so desired.

Hubby moved with hunger and determination. Lacey squirmed as her mouth could not voice her feeble protest. Then, his hand found the mark. Her sensitivity. Her spot. Her joy. Her clit. The ensuing dance left her dizzy with desire and wet with passion.

Lacey stopped fighting and started to grind her hips in motion with the conducting fingers. A little to the left. A little to the right. Some up and some down. Very little backwards and plenty of forwards. He teased. He toyed. He flickered. He ignited. All while his tongue explored the depths of the back of her throat… controlling her breath in full ownership of her soul.

Lacey tried to pull herself together. This was fun and all. She wanted him desperately. However, a small part of her brain knew that this was not going to end as she desired. Hubby would soon release her and walk off to his office as if nothing happened, leaving her wanting and craving with no release in sight. Good thing he was only teasing, because if he…

He did.

His finger slipped in and started to work her over with eager intensity of a voraciously famished beast savoring the biggest meal of a lifetime. Not just a little slip in. A full copious masterful ownership dive in. The world stopped turning. Her voice smothered by his dominating lips as her thighs quivered from being edged near her limits.

Then, another finger slipped in and joined the party. Lacey’s eyes rolled back into her head. Her whole body now quivering, begging, pleading, insisting to be taken.

Hubby worked Lacey up to the tip edge of her razor’s edge. She was needing release badly. Lacey wished her car had tinted windows. She needed him in her now. And not a second later.

As she feared, hubby pulled way from her as if nothing had happened. He brought his soaked fingers to his nose, inhaled, smiled slightly, licked, then touched her lips. She was surprised by her scent, as he never had her see let alone taste herself before like this. His face showing no signs of having had such an epic moment. Lacey searched to see how this man who’s lower half was outside her car could be so calm.

No sooner he wiped his lips, the man looked ready to conduct business as his usual. The difference was the keen hawk like piercing look in his eyes. Something had caught his attention and it was not his wife. Lacey was too hot and bothered to try and figure if it was that blond mess hubby had been talking to earlier. If it was, then…

“Meet me in the sub-level 4 in one minute”, growled hubby in a deep gruff masculine huff between gritted teeth.

Adrenaline levels climaxed through the sea of estrogen and pulled some sense into Lacey’s mind as she pulled her skirt back down and tried to look calm.

“Go. Now!”

Lacey didn’t need to be told a third time. Slipping the car into gear and stomping the pedal, she struggled to see clearly as she zoomed her S-Class around the back of the office building to the garage entrance.

Feeding the hunger

Lacey could not believe her eyes. Her man was standing in one of the parking stalls. His eyes were fire. His stance reminded her of her favorite actor. His chest was filling his suit jacket. Full dominant stance of power.

Her mind too clouded by the flow between her legs, Lacey couldn’t park the car, so she left it in the aisle and stepped out to scold her hubby for being too naughty. Trying to walk straight and relaxed proved to be difficult as hubby laid his eyes on her and made her knees extra weak.

No sooner she was close enough to unleash her words on him that his hand found her throat and squeeze just enough to make her squirt herself. Eyes wide open with anticipation and wonderment about what new beast had taken hold of her hubby, Lacey tuned into his eyes waiting his instructions.

Hubby turned and marched her backwards towards the wall. Leaning in and breathing slowly next to her ear, Lacey felt waves of passion flowing through in rhythms she was not accustomed to. Her vibe at home never did this to her. She loved it. Cherished it. Wanted it. Craved it.

“The cameras can’t see… I am taking my lunch now”

While still holding her upright via her neck, his hand lifted the skirt and parted her legs. He enjoyed the way her body arched longingly towards him and her thighs started to quiver in the way he longed to see. She was ready.

Dropping to one knee, hubby planted his lips on her lower lips and used his tongue to part them before unleashing a thrashing of choreographed chaos of pleasure that nearly knocked her off cloud nine.

Unable to speak a word, she whimpered and stifled screams between deep moaning. Her fist clinched, she tried to do some deep breathing techniques as she failed to steady her quivering legs. Hubby was completely ravishing every single bit of her womanhood in the ways she had fantasized about for months. He was enjoying his lunch to the fullest.

When her knees gave out, she was pleasantly surprised that he not only caught her but had lifted her up so that he could continue to eat while she rested against the walk, legs wrapped around his shoulders.

“Dear God!!”

Her echoed scream only enraged his passion and he went in much deeper.

Obscenities flowed from a once virginal mouth as sweat poured profusely all over her. Breathing was hard. Fingernails tore into the paint of the wall. Guttural sounds erupted from deep within her soul as her body climaxed. With each wave, hubby found more energy to take more out of her. She was feeling very spent and happily used.

Hubby paused to let Lacey down. How did he look so composed? She felt like she looked very wrecked. Barely able to stand, let alone balance herself vertical, hubby grabbed her hair and turned her towards the wall. His other hand landed on her rear with a resounding smack.

“Assume the position”

Lacey, not sure what that meant, adjusted herself as if about to be searched by the police.

“Good girl”

She was rewarded with several salvos of well timed swats that pushed her over yet another previously unknown edge. His strong grip of her hair kept her from falling over onto the wall while keeping her grip of reality on the correct side of the edge.

“Harder please. Harder please” Lacey pleaded.

Hubby’s next round of swats not only met the need but unleashed her inner inhibitions. She needed him inside of her now. Didn’t matter they were in public anymore. She needed that full release.