Page 56 of I see you Beauty

I nod weakly again. I am so incredibly grateful to have a friend like Kelly by my side. Even though she drives me crazy sometimes, and her ideas aren’t always the best, she cares about me and wants me to be happy.

Kelly and I had a wonderfully relaxing day together. She has this incredible ability to help me let go of everything else and just live in the moment. Now, I'm genuinely excited for the evening ahead with my husband, especially with the plans he's made for us.

Thomas texted me earlier that he would be home on time and, after a quick shower, is ready to take his beautiful wife out. I have no idea what’s gotten into him, but I live by my new motto and roll with it.

Already dressed up, I take one last look in the mirror and check my outfit. Kelly picked it out for me earlier before she left, telling me to pull the stick out of my sweet ass.

Maybe she’s right. I should enjoy my life and allow myself to be happy, even if I have to give happiness a little help.

I turn in front of the mirror and have to admit that the longer I look at myself in the skin-tight black dress with the high leg slit, the more desirable I feel. It shows more cleavage than any of my other dresses, and the back is also low-cut. Of course, Kelly gave me this hot piece for my thirtieth birthday. Now I’m glad she did.

I’ve left my long brown curls loose in all their glory today simply because I like them just as they are. I’ve decided to leave them down, skipping the usual updo for my husband. I’ve also added high ankle strap shoes and, for once, a less subtle makeup look with my red lips and black-rimmed eyes.

Satisfied with my work, I go downstairs and wait for my husband to come home so that he can take me out. Once in the kitchen, however, I notice that I’ve left the fairy lights on in the pavilion and decide to switch them off quickly so that I don’t have to do it later when we get home.

Walking carefully along the path, I gather up my dress as it reaches the ground. With every step I take, the skirt gapes open, revealing the high leg slit in all its glory and my sun-kissed bare thighs. Typically, I would never have put this dress on voluntarily, but today, I feel ready for it and am happy to finally wear it.

“Damn it, Beauty. Don’t wear something so hot. You know I’d love to rip it off you,” I suddenly hear from close behind me, and I can already feel Ezra’s fingers grabbing my waist and pulling me back toward him while his other hand brushes my curls off my neck.

His hot breath on my skin gives me goosebumps, and I draw in a sharp breath as I feel his hard-on at my bottom again.

“Ezra,” I whisper in surprise and quickly look toward my house to see if Thomas is home before I hurriedly turn off the fairy lights so we can’t be seen immediately. “What are you doing here?” I finish my sentence in a lowered voice and turn to face him.

The small LED lights illuminating the path and the pool further ahead in the garden provide enough light for me to see Ezra’s face. His expression turns questioning. His gaze glides over my outfit today in confusion until the scales fall from his eyes. He thought I’d dressed up like this for him. Crap.

Ezra’s expression hardens, and he takes a step back, which gives me a sting that I can’t quite understand. All I know is that I don’t want to argue with him.

“I see. Then I wish you and your husband a pleasant evening, Mrs. Shepherd,” Ezra bids me farewell in a harsh voice, but he gives me such a gentle kiss on the cheek that it contrasts completely with his obvious disappointment.

“Ezra, please,” I try to stop him because this is not how I want it to be between us. “I’m married. You know that. That means I let my husband take me out to dinner and?—”

“What else do you want to do with your husband…?” Ezra interrupts me with a lurking voice that makes me flinch briefly.

But when he steps closer to me again and delicately traces the contours of my lower lip with his thumb, the strange feeling disappears and is replaced by the familiar tingling sensation that I know only too well when he touches me or is close to me.

“Will your husband do the same things to you as I do? Will he make you scream like I did? Have you ever come on his cock as much as you’ve come on mine?” he murmurs close to my red-painted lips, pushing me back against the beam of the pavilion with his presence.

As I bump against the wood, I gasp in shock and look up at him with wide eyes.

“Ezra…” I whisper, but my husband’s voice interrupts me.

“Cora?”

“I’m here,” I call out breathlessly. “I’ll be right in,” I add quickly so that Thomas doesn’t get the idea to come here.

“I’m heading upstairs for a quick shower, and then we can go, okay?” he calls to me, and I can already see him disappearing back into the house.

With a racing heart, I look at Ezra, standing so close to me that he pins me against the beam with his muscular body.

“Ezra, I have to go now.”

“Mmm. But not before I get another present from you,” he grumbles in his deep voice before I feel his rough fingers on my leg slit as they slowly move upward over my thigh.

When I realize what he means, I shake my head vehemently. But when he runs his fingers delicately over my core, I gasp in agreement, only to bite my tongue hard and grin at him in warning. Nevertheless, he pushes my lace panties aside to expose my pussy.

“Ezra,” I moan softly as his fingers run through my already wet folds. “Please,” I follow with a gasp and turn my head toward the house to see if there’s still a light in the bathroom, which tells me that Thomas is still in the shower.

“I’ll give you your panties back tonight if you’ve been a good girl,” he teases me.

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