On A Thread

He dug his hand into his breast pocket and pulled out a gorgeous chain, an exquisite diamond pendant at the end of it, even though it was dark, the bling was very noticeable.

Brie gaped,

“Josh” she gasped before her lips curled into a smile.

He began unhooking the necklace, “I thought of you once I laid eyes on this.”

His eyes kept her in place, heavy with her intoxication and feral need of his wife.

Brie turned around to let him put it on for her, she slowly moved her hair to the side. She knew what that did to him. If other men went feral when they saw their women’s tatas, hers went absolutely feral when she exposed that delicate curve of her neck and shoulders.

He breathed very close to her ears, one hand roaming her bare back. If he had known the dress would ensnare him and incapacitate him from any ounce of self-control maybe, he would’ve gone for other options but he doubted that. He loved how gorgeous she looked.

The way the crook of her neck scented heavily of her, his woman was enough to drive him over the edge.

Brie’s hand touched his otherwise she’d be squeezing her legs together. There was no holding back if he was this close to her, to her ears, if her ass rubbed against his dick the way it was.

She let out a soft gasp as she moved against him, soothing his hardness.
He latched on the necklace and when she attempted to turn to face him, he stopped her, holding her in place and tracing her soft jaw line, he hooked up her chin till the strain of her neck was bare to him, till it was there for him to devour, and he took it.

He took in her scent, raining down hot kisses on her neck, while his hands were tempted to pull off her dress, but still, caution.

There was still a little flicker of control.

He made a promise to himself that he was going to at least know what the issue was with them before he let his
screws go loose.

Brie indulged completely. Letting him sway her thoughts. It was his big day so it didn’t matter.
Even if she wanted it too.

She needed him to touch her more.
She had spent the night staring blankly at the vibrator she had gotten so used to, however what she felt last night could only be satisfied by her husband and no one or nothing else.

With the vivid images of the hot nights and unforgettable moments her and Josh had shared, often times drunk, times like that they’d barely make it to the bed and somehow Brie would wake up cocooned in his rams on their bed or his desk while he still held assistant manager, she’d come to him at his office and stay up with him as he worked, only that he’d have worn her out on that desk.

How could anything else satisfy her.
Pleasure took hold of her, the wetness pulled between her legs born out of piled up horniness. She wanted his fingers there. She moaned quietly, desperately.

She understood the caution but that would be the end of her.

Unable to take it anymore she turned to her husband, eyes bleak with raw urges, her lashes flickered up and her eyes settled on his face.
The soft glow of light against their face set the right tone.

Brie wrapped his hands around her, pressing hard against his body, she tipped her toes and kissed him. Once, once, tempting, beguiling him, slowly, pushing until he succumbed, invading her mouth with his tongue, warm and sweet.

She slacked against him but he held her up, kissing, touching, stealing her moans and making sure they never made it out.

Slowly that flicker from before was dying out.