Page 70 of Bad Husband

“Your panties.” I draw my voice out, the words slowly slipping through my lips in a mumble. “Take them off.”

“No.”

I hold her stare with a serious look, my hand inching higher, the heat of her center noticeable now. “Are you telling me no?”

She stares at me, playfully, yet frightened and then her eyes dart around the restaurant. “Ridley, what if someone sees us?”

I press my lips to her ear. “I think that’s part of the fun here, isn’t it?”

My hand is up her thigh, my dick straining against my shorts, begging for some sort of friction. Drawing back, I meet her stare calmly and smile. Judging by the heat between her legs, she’snotgoing to tell me no.

My hand moves further up her thigh until I reach the edge of her panties. “You should have taken these off.” I breath slowly into the side of her neck letting my eyes drift to the bar. “I want all these people to see that you’remine.” Mostly Thomas. “And I’m not going to stop until you come all over my fingers.”

Moving her panties aside, my middle and forefingers glide into her and my thumb presses against her clit. She jerks slightly in her seat, inhaling sharply at my touch. “That’s it, honey. Let me take care of you….”

Circling and swirling my fingers, Madison shifts her legs and spreads them apart giving me more room to work. My fingers press deeper and I’m rewarded with heat and wetness of her pussy on my fingers and palm. Madison’s eyes flutter shut and she inhales sharply, her breathing hitching with my movements between her thighs.

When she does open her eyes, she’s frantically searching the room for who can see. And no one can, but Thomas and his friends. His friends aren’t looking but Thomas, his eyes are locked on us with a glare.

Other than tonight, I’ve only met Thomas one other time.

Guess what?

It ended in a fight. In my defense, he started it and threw the first swing. I just finished it.

Judging by the set scowl and the white-knuckled grip on his glass, I’d say there’s a 50/50 chance he wants to hit me again.

“Relax,” I whisper. “Just enjoy what I’m giving you.”

Madison makes a noise, a gentle sigh and I lean forward a couple inches sliding my middle finger deeper, rubbing across her clit with the pad of my thumb, circling it gently.

Moving my lips along her jaw to her mouth, she faces me and kisses me deeply while grabbing my wrist with her left hand coaxing me along.

Fuck yeah, she’s into it now.

She moans into my mouth as I inhale her breath, my thumb teasing her swollen clit as I begin moving faster and harder. Believe me when I tell you I know how to get my wife off. This isn’t me being overly cocky. This is me knowing what I’m doing for the last eight years.

Breaking the kiss, Madison’s eyes remained closed, her head now buried between my neck and shoulder like she’s telling me a secret. A very dirty secret I desperately want to hear.

I can’t see her face, but judging by the sounds of pure pleasure falling from her lips, I’d say I’m doing a pretty good fucking job here and wearing a look of smug satisfaction. If anyone, such as Thomas, was to look over here, it’s fairly obvious what’s happening but I’m not about to let Madison know that. She’s losing herself in the passion and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a while.

“You’re sowet,” I whisper brushing her hair from her neck with my left hand that’s still wrapped around her shoulder. Knowing she loves this shit, I grip the back of her neck a little harder than I usually would. “I want you to come all over the seat and my hand.” My fingers speed up, my voice chanting in her ear.

My voice, my movements, it’s too much for her and she lets out a short burst of air, her legs convulsively widening a fraction then clamping together on my hand and wrist.

“Oh God….” She breaths out, her body shaking as she does in fact come on my fingers. Her left hand pushes mine deeper, rocking her hips slightly as she rides out the last of her orgasm, panting into the side of my neck.

When her thighs relax, I lean into her ear, my stare on Thomas. He’s captivated by what I’m doing, his eyes darting around the room but always returning to us.

Turning my head, I stare at her, lips slightly parted, still panting. Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip as she says, “I can’t believe you just did that.”

Oh yeah? Watch carefully as to what I do next.

Raising my hand from between her legs, I place my index and middle finger in my mouth and suck her sweet juices from them. Leaning in closer so our faces are almost touching, she turns to face me and then kisses me, her soft lips yielding to my own.

I break the kiss before she wants me to and whisper, “Are you sure you want a divorce? Nobody can get you off like I do.” She knows this is true and I’m confident enough to say it.

Madison sits up a little straighter and reaches for her menu as if nothing happened. She also doesn’t answer my question because she knows I’m right.

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