I start to stroke Jonty’s cock, which throbs in my hand. “What would you do, Billie, if you were in that crowd, and that woman was in front of you, like she is right now?”
I close my eyes and imagine I am standing in front of the woman. “I would kiss her, just nibble on her bottom lip, and ask if she would like some help. I would tell her how much I want to help her, and she would agree. I would go down on her, nipping at her pussy lips and spreading her wide and then starting at her hole I would lick slowly up to her clit. I would suck on it and swirl it around in my mouth. I would slide a finger inside her and curl it at the end and gently rock her back and forward until she cums on my face.”
I speed up my strokes and hold him more firmly, using my other hand to hold his balls, and as I mention the woman coming in my face, Jonty starts to pump his load. I lick my hand clean and moan in delight when I taste his bitter essence. I did that. I did that, and he loved every second and that made it all the more enjoyable for me.
As we clean up, another car pulls up and Jonty says he wants to go and talk to the other doggers, who now sit about talking with one or two kissing around the perimeter. I tell him I’m staying put for the time being and I watch him confidently stride over to speak to the others while I adjust my skirt and blouse.
I watch my husband from afar and I’ve never felt as much in love with him as I do right now. He is tall and strong and handsome. He moves with such ease and grace, converses confidently with a wide variety of people from all walks of life. The Jonty I fell in love with all those years ago is right in front of my very eyes.
When he returns to the car, he looks jubilant and younger. “Things are dying down for the night, sweetheart. But I got talking with some of the others and there is a big night planned for next Saturday.”
My insides spark with arousal. I need to be here next week. “I’ll ask Jamie if she can have the children again. I’m sure she won't mind.”
I haven’t left the children overnight for two Saturdays in a row ever before, but I will make it up to them. Tonight has reignited a burning fire inside me and I have never felt more alive or in awe of the man I married.
~ Jamie ~
I arrive at my sister's house as agreed and Billie and Jonty are practically running out as soon as I get there. I did want to talk to Billie about last night. She has been encouraging me to play the field and enjoy myself for months and the first time I actually do get a bit of action, she runs off before I can tell her about it.
I absolutely adore my niece and nephew. Oscar was the first baby I ever held, and I remember falling in love with the screaming pink bundle. He would scream until someone held him and when I would lift him to me, he would still in my arms and look curiously into my eyes. He was so demanding as a newborn, but I adored him so much that he could do no wrong in my eyes.
I always felt more like their big sister than their aunt because until I moved in with Carl, I lived with Billie and Jonty.
The kids jump all over me when I walk in. I have missed them, and it seems they have missed me. Today marks five weeks until Christmas so we are going to make shortbread and decorate a gingerbread house. I have also brought my Arthur Christmas DVD with me to watch with them later.
Oscar is whiny because his football match has been called off due to the torrential rain we are experiencing and Chloe has a million and one questions for me, and each one is followed up with ten renditions of ‘why’. By the time I get them settled with hot chocolates, blankets and our movie I am yawning my head off too.
I don’t have time to think about Owen again until I climb into bed that night and then my mind buzzes with what could have been if I hadn't messed it up. What is he doing now and with who? The burning question for me though is why didn’t he fight a bit harder when I said I wasn’t sure if us going out was a good idea? Maybe he wasn’t that keen on me to start with.
There is a part of me that resents him for opening up this can of worms because I hadn’t thought of him in that way until he put the seed in my mind. Now, he is all I can think about. He probably isn’t giving me a second thought and that annoys me so much. He had no right to ignite feelings for him inside me and then move on from me like I don’t matter.
I am bloody miserable now thanks to Owen Matthews and the very least he could do is be miserable with me.
After trying and failing to get some sleep, I go back downstairs with my blanket and watch the Hallmark Christmas channel. There is film upon film of cheesy rom-coms where everyone lives happily ever after. This is what I thought my life was going to be like. I actually thought some man was going to come and sweep me off my feet. It's so sad I could cry.
Chloe wakes me up the next day. I must have fallen asleep on the sofa. “Auntie Jim-Jam, who is Owen?” Oh FUCK! What have I been saying in my sleep?
“Oh no one, sweetie-pie, what would you like for breakfast?” She has a massive grin on her face. She is up to something alright!
“I maked you breakfast… look.” On the coffee table next to me is a disgusting mug of… well I don’t know what it is, but Chloe looks exceptionally proud of herself. “I didn’t know if you like tea or coffee or juice better… so I maked you a mix.”
My niece looks so proud of her amazing concoction. I’m sure she is attempting to kill me.