Aunt Kay greeted us as we came in, her raised eyebrow all too eloquent as she asked “I take it everything went well?”
Georgy grinned and pulled me along behind her.
“Like clockwork, Aunt Kay, and now Willie and I have to go and iron out some fine details, so don’t hold lunch for us, please, we’ve got things to do!”
Aunt Kay smiled that knowing smile she got whenever Georgy told her we’d be ‘busy’ and patted my hand.
“Okay, darlings, just remember, Megan’s picking some stuff up for me in Woodbury but she’ll be collecting the kids from school in a couple of hours, so lock your door, sweethearts, you don’t want any… distractions… while you’re ‘busy’ do you?”
Georgy planted a quick kiss on her cheek and headed for the main stairs, my hand held firmly in hers as we sedately headed upstairs; if Aunt Kay hadn’t been standing there watching I probably have been racing Georgy up the stairs, tickling her as I chased her, damn; still, there was always tomorrow…
Georgy raced me to our bedroom and darted inside, dodging around the bed and giggling as she continued to dodge me, but I was wise to this one, and I suddenly dived across the bed, grabbed her around the waist and dragged her back onto the bed with me.
“Not fair!” she complained, giggling as I tickled her, the one thing she had no defence against. “No, no, Tyler don’t you dare no, stop it, I swear I’ll, no Tyler, quit it!” she gurgled as I had most of my wicked way with her, but the best was yet to come.
“Stop it Tyler, please, no more…” she begged, so I kissed her.
“Get naked and it’s a deal…”I growled in her ear, before sticking my tongue in and making her shriek and wriggle madly to try and escape.
“Okay, okay, you win, you big bully!” she grinned, so I kissed her again as I fumbled with the button on her jeans while she kicked off her ankle boots.
“You’re a bad, shameless man, Tyler Wilmot…” she chided me even as she popped the button on my jeans, and as I slid backwards off the bed I grabbed the hem of her jeans and slid them off with me. As always, I took a long, happy moment to appreciate her legs. Georgy has long, supple equestrian’s legs, perfectly formed and not at all over-muscled, just toned and firm and model-flawless, and I could look at them all day long. Of course, I’d rather look at the rest of her too, and she wasted no time in sliding off her polo shirt and tossing it dramatically across the room so I could indulge. She shook out her hair like a supermodel and posed for me in just her flimsy little panties and sexy, lacy bra. Even after three children she still had small, perfect, pouty little breasts and the picture of her like that, with cute, mismatched little socks to complete the look made me feel horny as hell.
“Strip, soldier, that’s an order!” she barked, her eyes dancing with glee, so I did, in not-quite unseemly haste, while she watched and licked her lips. I keep myself in shape, a construction site is no place to be flabby and out of condition in, so I was nicely muscled, although not obsessive about it, and Georgy licking her lips as I stripped was all the affirmation I needed; as long as she liked what she saw, that was good enough for me.
I made to climb onto the bed with her but she stopped me, pointing at my shorts.
“I said ‘strip’, are you deaf, soldier?” she growled, eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter, but I shook my head.
“If you want them off so badly, come and take them off yourself!” I sneered, making her sneer right back at me before she darted across the bed, grabbed the waistband, and yanked my shorts down.
“Hmm, not bad, I suppose it’ll have to do…” she mused, so I tackled her once again and kissed her, while deftly unhooking her bra and slipping it off.
“Gotcha!” I grinned, rolling over so she was on top of me. “C’mere, you!”
Georgy wriggled on top of me, grinning naughtily, which was fine by me; having my beautiful wife and sexy best friend grinding on me was all to the good as far as I was concerned, plus it meant I could slide her panties off much easier; there’s always a silver lining, if you know where to look…
“Now I’ve got you where I want you, I expect you to take full advantage of me, got that?” she grinned, rubbing noses with me as she ground her pussy against my aching cock.
“Your word is my command, oh Star of Mine Evening Delight and Moon of my desire!” I straight-faced even as my hands slipped down to fondle and pull her bottom-cheeks apart.
“Ooh, Tyler you naughty man… do it again!” she giggled, so I obliged, making her sigh and grind against me all over again.
“You’re such a bad man, Willie, I don’t know why I put up with you… oh, wait, yes I do!”
With that she slid her knees either side of me and sat up, posting on top of me as she slid her slick, damp pussy against my rigid cock. I could tell it was getting to her, her eyes were closing and a pink flush was creeping down her neck and suffusing her chest area.
“Will, please…”she murmured, gasping as I thrust against her, making her eyes fly open. I slid my hands up her thighs to her waist, planning on flipping her over, but she shook her head.
“N-no, Willie, I w-want to drive…” she stammered, grinding herself even more definitely against me as her small, perfect breasts danced. I didn’t argue because damn, she looked hot and clicked my meter over to ‘full overload’ when she took charge!
George grinned lasciviously at me as she rode me like a slo-mo Texas bar bull.
“Dirty soldier-boy like this, yes? Do more for ten dollar extra, you pay me I do bad things you betcha!” she pidginned at me, momentarily distracting me from the mesmerising sight of her sexy little nipples circling as her boobs danced.
I was totally entranced with her; every time with my Georgy-Girl is like the first time, it’s always new, always hot, and overloads my brain, and that’s how it was just then.
“Please, Georgy…” I groaned, desperate to make love with my sexy wife. Georgy played a little longer, no doubt enjoying the expression of agonised lust on my face before taking pity on the poor suffering soldier. I felt her raise up slightly, and then suddenly I was engulfed in her hot, most snugness as she slid me into her, slowly, slowly lowering herself onto me until I was completely embedded in her.
“Better, Ty?” she whispered, before once more rotating her hips and riding me, squeezing me with her internal muscles as she gyrated on top of me. Neither of us can take this for long, Georgy gets off on being in the driving seat, at making me come more or less at her whim, and I get to watch her whole body shake and quiver, which means I have a helluva time holding back. It’s our favourite game, we both know the rules, and nobody loses.
Georgy had long given up the sensuous hip-rolling that made her whole body quiver and flex, now she was just pounding herself down onto me, while I was doing quadratic equations and target triangulation calculations in my head to keep me from just exploding inside her; I wanted to keep us on the edge as long as possible, my favourite thing in the whole world is pleasing my girl, and I wanted to keep pleasuring her as long as possible. Georgy gasped through a firecracker string of mini-orgasms but I somehow held on, I wanted her to remember why our afternoon delight was such an important place for us.
“Ooohhh Will, yess, yesss, YESSS!” she screamed as the big one hit, and that was it for me; I came so hard my cockhead actually burned with the pressure jetting into her, long, thrilling spurts that nearly turned me inside out, filling my girl with my essence.
Georgy slumped down bonelessly on me, utterly spent, her heart thundering and her breath whistling through her teeth. I was in no better shape; my ears were still popping and crackling from that massive climax and my arms felt limp as wet spaghetti. With the last of my strength I rolled onto my side so Georgy could slide off me and rest in the hollow of my arm.
I don’t know how long I slept, not very long according to the mantel clock; it was only 4:30, which wasn’t late at all, until a stray thought filtered through the post-coital lassitude; it was 4:30, the kids’ school gave out at 3:30, and it was a only a short drive away; they should have been home, had their tea, and be creating bedlam by now, but the house was silent. Georgy stirred, looking at me sleepily.
“Baby-girl, where’s the kids?” I murmured, and her eyes snapped open as she jerked upright.
“It’s half-past four, where are they Ty?” she gasped, before jumping out of bed, slipping on a pair of panties and tugging a simple shift dress over her head as she made a beeline for the door.