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“There. All done.”

Christine relaxed her grip on her legs and watched as
Jack sat back on his heels to survey his work. The look on his face ramped up
the heat building low in her belly. It was pride and hunger combined, and she
was overwhelmed that he would look at her that way, like she was the object of
his lust.

“One more thing,” he said almost to himself.

He handed her the small box and watched as she
unwrapped it. Inside lay what looked like a bobby pin with curled ends and a
trio of tiny crystals hanging from the bend at the middle. She picked up the
tiny clip and watched the crystals dance.

“Jack?”

“Here, I’ll show you.” He took the clip from her.
“Lean back and lift your legs again.” She must have looked worried because he
hurried to reassure her. “It won’t hurt. I promise.”

Her legs felt stiff but she was too excited to care.
She leaned back in her chair and used her hands to pull back her knees. Jack
gently pinched her clit and the top of her inner lips. Christine almost came
out of her chair. He’d paid such careful attention to her, but he’d barely
touched her swollen clit the whole time he shaved her.

She wanted more than just his fingers, but with her
legs spread, she couldn’t even press herself towards him. Oblivious to her
torment, he held her clit with one hand and slipped the clip on with the other
hand. It wasn’t tight like the nipple clips but the snug pressure on her
already throbbing clit felt amazing.

“Chrissy, you have got to see this. You look amazing.”

Jack reached out to help her to her feet. The clip
didn’t hurt at all, but she felt it every time she moved. With every step the
crystals teased her clit and the snug pressure of the clip drove her wild. She
was acutely aware of her newly exposed shaved skin. She felt everything
everywhere, and all she wanted was to bend over and have Jack take her right
there.

Instead she let him lead her by the hand to the mirror
over the dresser. “Wait,” he said, stopping her before she had a chance to look
at herself. “Let’s get the full effect.” Jack snagged the nipple clips from the
nightstand. “Can we try these again?”

Christine’s nipples still felt tender from the clips,
but he looked so eager. She couldn’t say no.

She nodded. “But be easy please. Not too tight.”

The tips of her nipples were still amazingly erect
from the first time she’d worn the clips. Jack slipped the tiny loop over her
nipple, holding the tip gently as he snugged the ring tight.

“Okay?”

Instantly she was right back at the line between
pleasure and pain, and she arched toward him, offering him her breast. God, she
need his touch, needed more. Jack bent to take her unadorned nipple into his
mouth, suckling her. She felt him everywhere, in her throbbing nipples, swollen
aching clit and deep inside the hungry empty center of herself. But before she
could sink her fingers into his hair and pull him tight against her breast, he
was pulling back and slipping the other loop on her still wet nipple. She let
out a disappointed whimper that died in her throat as he turned her to face the
mirror.

The woman that stared back at her looked like some
kind of sex goddess. Crystal beads decorated her painfully erect nipples and
matching crystals dangled between her shaved lips. Her naked pussy glistened,
slick, wet and ready to be fucked. Her belly may not be flat, but she looked
more like a porn star than someone’s mother. Jack stood behind her, staring at
her reflection like she was something delicious to eat and he couldn’t get
enough. The way he looked at her combined with her own reflection made her feel
brazen and wanton. It was a new feeling for her and one she wanted to explore.
Christine reached up to tangle her fingers in Jack’s hair. They both watched as
the tiny bell and crystal beads swung from her nipple. Jack pressed his hard
cock against her bottom.

“Let’s go out.”

~~~~~

He still couldn’t believe she wanted to go out. His
Chrissy wanted to take her body jewelry for a test drive. He’d created a sexual
monster, and now he had no idea what to expect. He wasn’t arrogant, but he was
used to getting attention from the opposite sex. Plenty of women at work
flirted with him, and his wedding ring seemed to encourage them.

He wasn’t used to Chrissy getting that kind of
attention, and he didn’t think that she was either. It wasn’t that she wasn’t
attractive; she was. It’s just that mother was probably the first thing people
thought of when they saw her. That wasn’t what they’d be thinking tonight.

Her dark curls ringed her face in a sexy bed-head kind
of way, and she’d freshened up her fuck me red lipstick. The jeweled clips made
her nipples stand out, clearly visible even under her dress and bra. He knew
she didn’t have on any panties.

When he’d seen her standing in her garter belt,
stockings and heels, with the black lace framing her shaved pussy and the
jewelry winking at him from between her wet lips, he’d begged her to leave them
off. Hell, he’d begged her to let him fuck her, but she’d said later, left her
panties off and slipped into her dress.

Watching her standing in the elevator on those heels
that made her legs look miles long with her curves draped by her red dress, he
was starting to question that decision.

Except for her nipples which stood out, begging for
attention, there was no way for anyone to know what she had or didn’t have on
under her dress. But he knew it, and it had him shifting around in his
increasingly tight pants. He’d spent so much of the day hard; he was starting
to feel like an erectile dysfunction commercial.

In case of erections lasting longer than four
hours…

He wasn’t the only man his wife would be making hard
tonight. Maybe it was some kind of pheromones. He had no idea. They might not
be able to tell what she wore under her dress, but any man who looked at her
was going to be thinking about sex. Lips parted and swollen from his kisses,
cheeks flushed, she looked luscious. A man could lose himself in all her soft
open warmth.

Shit.

He clenched the fist that rested on the small of her
back. He was jealous. He couldn’t stand the idea of taking her out where other
men would see her and want her. God, he felt like a cavemen. He wanted to throw
her over his shoulder, haul her back upstairs and fuck her senseless.

She smiled up at him, sweet, tender and totally his
Chrissy, and he fought for control. He was being stupid. She was feeling good
about herself—sexy. He wanted her to feel that way. She just wanted to go out
for a drink and a bite to eat. He was the one who almost had the affair, not
her. There wasn’t anything wrong with her getting a little attention for a
change. He still hated it.

The elevator door dinged, and Jack pulled her up tight
against him, bending to catch her earlobe between his teeth. She rewarded him
with a soft gasp and the slight tremor that ran through her body.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back upstairs and
order room service?”

“Just one drink.” He heard her stomach growl, and she
giggled. “And a quick bite.” He leaned in again, and she pulled back. “Not that
kind of bite!”

“Fine, but that means I’m going to do it twice as hard
later.” Leering at her in a way he hoped was wolfish and not like a scary old
man, he draped his arm across her shoulders and led her off the elevator. He
planned on keeping his hands on her the entire time they were out in public.
That way no one would wonder who she came with and more importantly who she’d
be leaving with.

“I’m counting on it,” she said and turned toward the
bar.

Dark wood paneling covered the walls and candles lit
the small scattered tables. The room was full, but it was too opulent to be
crowded even on a Saturday night.

“Can we sit at the bar?”

Jack let her lead them away from the cozy dark table
for two he’d been aiming for and toward a pair of stools at the bar. He gritted
his teeth as he watched the bartender’s smile brighten when he looked at
Christine. She returned his smile and then perched on the edge of stool almost
leaning against it instead of sitting. It occurred to him that she might be
trying to accommodate the clip that was holding her sweet little clit and his
cock shot back to full attention. Christ.

“What can I get you, darling?” The bartender’s voice
had a slight lilt and Jack moved closer to his wife and glared.

“My wife.” Jack emphasized the word. “Will have a
scotch and soda and a menu. I’ll take a Killians draft.” He glanced at
Christine to make sure she was okay with the drink choice and she nodded. He
couldn’t hide his smug smile. He knew her; she was his.

“Coming right up.”

The bartender turned to fix their drinks and Jack
swiveled Christine to face him. He rested his foot on the rung of her
barstools, protectively capturing her with his thigh.

“Are you sore, baby?” he murmured against her ear. “We
could still go back upstairs.”

“Not sore,” she said softly. “Just very aware and very
wet.”

Resting his forehead against hers, Jack fought back a
groan.

“You’re killing me here.”

“Jack! Don’t be silly.” She smiled at him, mischief
lighting her eyes.

He snatched up her hand and held it to his cock which
was hard as steel again and straining against the fabric of his pants.
Thankfully, the dim light hid most of what happened under the bar, but Jack
didn’t care. He couldn’t think about anything but getting Christine upstairs
and pulling those little jeweled clips off with his teeth.  Her eyes went wide
when she felt how hard he was and even wider when the bartender set their
drinks in front of them and cleared his throat so he could hand her the menu.

“If you’re hungry, darling, there’re more choices on
the back. I’ll give you a minute to decide what you want.” He winked at
Christine before turning away, and she blushed red as a rose. She pulled her
hand off of Jack and her shoulders slumped a bit.

Jack didn’t want some smarmy bartender flirting with
his wife, but more than that, he didn’t want Christine to feel bad about
herself or uncomfortable with her sexual power.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, lifting her chin with his
finger. “You’re gorgeous, baby. Men are going to want you. We can’t help
ourselves.” He grinned at her, grateful when she returned the smile. “I’m sorry
if I embarrassed you with.” The rest of the sentence fell off, but he glanced
at his lap to show her what he meant.

“It’s okay. I feel stupid. It’s just been so long
since I felt sexy. I’m not sure I ever felt like this.” She reached for his
hand, and he cupped her delicate hand in both of his. “I’m sorry I let that
happen—for me and for you.”

“I never stopped wanting you, Chrissy.”

“I know that now.” She leaned closer to him, letting
the tight bead of her nipple graze his arm. Almost timidly she put her hand in
his lap and started to stroke his cock. “Order for me.” She pulled her red
bottom lip between her white teeth and gave him her best fuck me looked while
her hand continued to work on his rock hard cock. “You know what I like.”

~~~~~

They only made it through half of their sandwiches
before Jack asked for the check. The bartender had tried to catch her attention
a couple of times , but she never took her gaze off of Jack. Feeling how much
he wanted her was a heady drug and embracing all that desire—both hers and his—had
stripped her of her normal sense of propriety. All she could think about was
getting upstairs and getting him inside her.

They hadn’t been alone in the elevator and by unspoken
agreement they hadn’t touched each other. The air between them vibrated,
supercharged with their hunger for each other. When Jack put his hand on the
small of her back to guide her out of the elevator, she felt him tremble and
was grateful to think he was as on edge as she was. Her nipples throbbed, part
pleasure and part pain, and the clip snugging her clit had her so excited her
thighs were wet with her own slick heat.

The door to the room barely closed before Jack pressed
her against the wall and kissed her like he needed to devour her. He reached
behind her for the zipper of her dress and in seconds had peeled it off of her.
She was the one who lifted her breasts out of her bra and offered them to him
one at a time so her could suck and pull the clips off with his mouth before
suckling her hard and deep. After the needy ach of the clips, his touch was
perfect. He worshiped her breasts with his mouth, licking, nipping and
suckling, until her knees were weak.

She fought to keep standing, but when Jack dropped to
his knees in front of her she was afraid she’d loose the fight.

“Bed?” She panted the word.

“No,” he growled, pressing her hips firmly against the
wall.

Using his thumbs, he spread the outer lips of her pussy
apart. Her swollen clit stood out, trapped by its jeweled adornment. Then his
mouth was on her and she lost her mind. He sucked and licked her aching flesh,
working the clip off of her with his teeth and lips. Fitting his mouth over her
naked clit, he suckled rhythmically at the tight bundle of nerves. The feeling
was so intense she shook, her hips bucking and her legs trembling. Only the
pressure of his hands pressing her hips against the wall kept her standing. She
tangled her fingers in his hair and gripped tight, not sure whether to pull him
away to catch her breath from the incredibly intense sensation or to hold his
mouth tighter against her pussy. Jack flicked his tongue over the tip of her
clit, increasing the rhythm until she was flying apart, her orgasm tearing
through her.

Before she stopped spasming, Jack stood and bent her
over the bed. The head of his cock pressed against her wet opening, She didn’t
wait for him. She pushed back, taking him inside her as he thrust forward. He
was in so deep, his fingers gripping her hips while his balls slapped against
her swollen lips. Her inner muscles clamped down on him and she rode the waves
of her orgasm as he thrust into her over and over until he roared with his own
release.