I slowed my pace as I approached the restaurant. I was late for dinner and already planned on bringing up a sensitive topic. Not a good start Beth, I said to myself.
“Good evening ma’am. Do you have a reservation?” The maître d’ asked as I entered the restaurant.
“Yes. It should be under Walker.” I replied, fixing my bow tie and smoothing out my jacket.
“Oh yes,” she smiled. “Your guest has already arrived Mrs. Walker, follow me please.”
As we turned the corner and she was in my sights I could feel her stare burning through my eyes to the back of my head. She hated when I was late. I was always late. The second I was by her side she put on a beautiful smile in front of the maître d’, stood and allowed me to pull her into my arms.
She smelled amazing as usual. I loved to pause right in the nape of her neck, where her scent was the strongest. I kissed her forehead as we let go of each other and she fixed my bow tie again. This time, the way SHE liked it. I pulled her chair out and kissed her cheek before walking to my side of the table. I unbuttoned my suit jacket as I sat and placed my napkin across my lap. I drew out each step of getting comfortable, prolonging the moment when I would need to look in my wife’s eyes and have “the talk”.
“May I get you something to drink ma’am?” Saved by the waiter. Yes!
“I’ll have a water please, hold the lemon,” I answered.
He walked away so fast, I didn’t have time to come up with a new diversion. My eyes raised in her direction and she was already giving me “the look”. We have been married for five years and I knew her every look and what it meant. This one will be quick. She’s only mad because I’m late. Wait until she hears what I really have to say.
“Honey,” she began with a smile, dragging out the word. “You’re late. I hate when you’re late.” She raised an eyebrow telling me to pick my excuses carefully.
“Carrol, I was stuck at work. My days don’t always end at five like yours. I did my best okay.” I used my soft, “I really really tried baby” voice to win her over.
Carrol rolled her eyes and looked away for a moment. I reached across the table for her hand and the second our skin touched, I caught the smile in the corner of her lips, just before it spread.
“You would be late a lot more often if it weren’t for me. You were probably running your mouth.” She said looking at me like she knew I really was running my mouth.
I laughed out loud and my face spilled the beans.
“I knew it. you loser!” Carrol said with a chuckle. “I’m going to be late one day and you’re not going to know what to do with yourself.”
We ordered when my water arrived and our dinner arrived not long after that.
“Well how was work today babe? Did you get my email?” She asked, batting her eye lashes.
This was it, I thought to myself. It’s time to have “the talk”. I was hoping to save it for the end of dinner, so I wouldn’t ruin the whole mood. The last time we had “this talk” she was upset for a whole week. We even slept butt to butt because she was so upset. She didn’t cook that week either. What kind of wife stops cooking and only buys herself sushi? She was starting to furrow her brow because here I am, still thinking instead of answering her question.
“Ok, let’s talk about this email baby.” I began in a soft tone. “Two weeks is a long time for your mother to visit. Doesn’t she work anymore? Who takes two weeks off of work?”
“Ummm, hello. We just took a two week vacation to Cabo two months ago. What are you talking about? Of course she can come for two weeks.” She laughed a little, which was definitely surprising.
I took that slight laugh and ran with it.
“Every time she comes she rearranges the whole house and finds a million things for me to do around the house.” I admit, I whined a bit.
She laughed a little again. What the hell is that about. That’s really new. Normally she would be spitting fire by now. She does not play about her mama.
“Sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with a little house work.” She took a sip of her wine and said nothing.
There was a silence that was unfamiliar. She seemed like she was done with the conversation and I was trying to think up a better reason of why she couldn’t come. It wasn’t really about the work. I just didn’t want to spend two weeks proving I was “man” enough for her daughter to marry and that she’s better off with me instead of an actual man.
I started to wonder why I even bothered. Of course she was coming for two weeks. I had no say in this. I began laughing to myself and Carrol looked at me like I was crazy.
“Okay well, she’ll be real bored while we’re at work all day.” I said, making one last attempt.
Carrol raised the corner of her lips in the sexiest way. “You’re so serious when my mother comes. I told you, you don’t need to prove anything to her.” She sipped her wine and licked her lips. Almost out of habit, I licked mine too.
She let her hand slide down the neck of her shirt, revealing the top of her left breast just above her bra. My heart beat sped up a little and her voice brought my eyes back to hers. “But I don’t want to argue with you lovie. I’ll see if she can go visit my brother instead, and we’ll see her for Christmas.”
“Really?” I responded, obviously shocked. “What’s the catch?” I raised an eye brow, wondering how much this catch would cost me.
“There’s no catch.” She shrugged. “If you feel that strongly about it, she doesn’t have to come.” She shifted her weight in the chair.
She uncrossed her left leg and crossed her right over the left, exposing her right leg from under the table. The sight of her leg caused me to squeeze my thighs together. She was wearing my favorite pair of black heels. They showed off her sexy legs in a beautiful way. As my gaze went up her leg, her perfectly tailored, grey pants, gave me a few inches glimpse of her stockings. They were black like her heels but with designs. Some kind of girly fish net thing. I loved it. Suddenly, all I could think about was taking off her clothes.
It never ceased to amaze me that the simple touch or sight of my wide made me horny. I slowly let my eyes travel up her entire body, undressing her along the way.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Carrol asked me as she pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
“No reason.” I smiled. “Can’t I check out my lovely wife?” I winked so she would know what I was really checking out.
“Don’t get fresh with me Bethany Walker!” She said in a stern tone. “You’ve already got your way. No need to woo me too.” She stood up and began walking away.
“Where are you going?” I asked, careful not to yell but sound urgent.
“Can’t your wife use the bathroom?” She rolled her eyes and kept walking.
What the hell just happened? Did I mess this up. Damn! I’m definitely not getting any now. Was it the wink?
I watching her hips as they swayed and hypnotized me all the way to the restroom door.
Look at me. Come on baby, look at me. I craved this woman even when she was mad at me.
Just as she swung the door open, she looked over her shoulder and right into my eyes. I watched as she slowly wet her bottom lip and gently bit it before the door closed behind her.
My pelvis throbbed and I felt my goosebumps get goosebumps.
I needed her bad. I needed her now.
Within seconds I was at the same door leading to the three stall restroom. I walked in and locked the door behind me. Carrol was leaning against the last stall with bothe hands resting on her hip, like she had been waiting long.
I closed the distance between us quickly and placed a hard kiss on her lips. I parted her lips with mine and only then did I let my tongue slowly massage hers.
Her soft moan fueled my passion for her and drove me crazy.
Carrol tightened her arms around my neck. That was always how I knew she wanted to be picked up. I took too long and she pressed her body tighter against mine.
I gave into her cues and finally scooped her off of her tiptoes. I carried her over to the two cushion couch in the center of the bathroom. There were mirrors on both sides of us and as I laid her down the look in her eyes turned mine to the mirrors above.
We both grinned as I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slid my hands beneath her bra. Her breast we perfectly round. Her brown skin was so smooth. While I flicked my tongue over her nipples I glanced up at her.
Her head was turned to the side to hide her bitting her lip. I had a perfect view of her short hair, black, silky, and feathered.
How does she get her hair to do that? I asked myself.
Suddenly she looked at me with her intense brown eyes and silently begged me to fuck her.
As I slid my fingers into her pants and underwear she did the same. I raised my body to give her arm room and lowered my lips to continue kissing her.
It took seconds for our rhythm to match and we hungrily went deeper into each other as hard as we could.
She moaned under her breathe until my thumb rubbed her clit. A customer tried to enter but found the door lock. Carrol moaned louder in excitement.
I began feeling her juices slide down my wrist and I knew she was close. She began to shake and out of nowhere do did I. She had found my spot and was out for cum. I used my free hand to grab her waist and I pulled her deeper onto my fingers.
Her breast bounced with each thrust. Our heads shot up towards the ceiling mirror and we watched our bodies blur into one. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and her last moan caused both our flood gates to open.
I let out a soft moan and she pulled me into her lips as her legs shook less and less.
Exiting the bathroom, we didn’t make eye contact with anyone in the restaurant. We grabbed our belongings from the table and I threw two, hundred dollar bills on the table.
Walking towards our cars, I thought of how wonderful my wife is and how much I’d kill to give her everything she wanted.
“Two weeks isn’t that long you know.” I said with a smile.
“I thought you’d say that. ” Carroll responded with a smile.
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