Page 18 of Stripped Down at the Fair

“Cate?” I called out.

Silence. I immediately started doubting my own ears. I’d imagined it. Or maybe a fairgoer was trapped somewhere, and she was waiting for me to rescue her.

“I’m in here.”

That was definitely my wife’s voice. What was she doing here? Had she shown up to surprise me?

It took a couple more shouts from her to track her down to the mirror maze. Not at all where I would have expected to find her. We’d never even discussed the funhouse.

But the second I spotted her, I knew exactly what she had in mind. My wife was buck naked. Not a scrap of clothes on her. I didn’t even see her clothes anywhere nearby, and thanks to the mirrors surrounding her, I was getting a look at her from just about every angle.

“The funhouse is out of order until further notice,” she said.

That explained it. No repairs were necessary, but the sign out front would give us the privacy we needed.

I unbuckled my toolbelt and set it on the ground, then straightened. “I could get fired for this, you know.”

“You’re the boss,” she said, stepping toward me.

My wife was unbelievably beautiful. More beautiful than the day we met. That banging body had birthed all three of our kids and as a result, her curves had filled out even more. It was tough to keep my hands off her most of the time. But tonight, I wouldn’t have to fight it.

“Yes, but I have clients,” I said.

“Well, we could call it off and go home. We’ll have the house to ourselves. Jude and Sonya are watching the kids tonight.”

Jude was my little brother—the one who’d cut ties with me and Mom when he got married. I’d invited him and his wife, Sonya, to our very small mountain wedding, and he’d surprised me by showing up.

Turned out, once his kids got older, he realized what he’d lost in cutting me out of his life. They moved to Sweetheart Bend a couple of years ago, and our kids were growing up together, even though his kids were older than ours. They loved spending the night with their Uncle Jude.

No, I didn’t want to call it off and go home. I showed her as much by yanking off my T-shirt and tossing it to the ground. I then worked the fastening on my shorts until they dropped.

We’d had a few adventures like this in recent years. She’d visit me on construction sites after my crew had gone home. We’d gotten naked on my desk in the trailer and in the new construction itself.

I never imagined marriage could be so full of adventure. But I’d also never imagined meeting someone like Cate.

By the time I got to her, all my clothes were on the ground too. I didn’t normally like looking at myself in the mirror, but tonight would be a different matter. Tonight, I’d be all about seeing the two of us in the reflections that surrounded us.

“Surprised?” she asked as I came toward her. “Ready for a kiss?”

More than ready. I’d been thinking about it since I realized that was, in fact, her voice. She seemed to have an even greater longing, because she put a lot into the kiss, nearly knocking me on my ass with her intensity.

My hands settled into the small of her back as I pulled her toward me, settling my erection against her stomach. The feel of her large, round tits against the hard wall of my chest would never get old. It still turned me on as much today as it did the first time.

She let out a moan as I slid my hands over her waist. Then she broke the kiss. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, but she looked over to the left. She was watching us. I’d give her something to watch.

“Put your hands on the mirror,” I said, separating our bodies.

She looked confused for a second as her eyes opened wide. But she did exactly as I commanded, trusting me as usual. I hadn’t let her down yet. I never would.

She put both palms against the mirror to her right, keeping her fingers crumpled at first. But soon enough, she spread them out. I watched as I ran my hands over her body, settling them on her breasts while sliding my hard-as-steel shaft between her legs. I was sending the message to spread her legs wider, but when she let out a groan and lowered her head, I realized she liked that. So I did it again. I began sliding back and forth, coating my shaft with her juices.

Then I was the one letting out a groan. It just felt so damn good. And part of it was knowing my girl was this wet for me.

We were surrounded by images of us—our bodies on full display. And when Cate opened her eyes slightly, I knew she was peeking. She was getting even more turned on by our reflection.

I maneuvered her around, edging her toward the mirror a little so I could easily get my right hand between her legs, my left hand still cupping her breast. When she straightened, her stancewas wider, making it easy for me to guide my tip toward her entrance.

Then we settled into an easy rhythm, and from there, it was simple. My fingers found that swollen nub I knew too well, and I moved over it in rhythmic circles as I slid deep inside her, going slowly and taking in every deep breath and moan.

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