Authors: Nikki Sex
Wiping her hands on the bathroom towel, Wendy felt a
greasy blob transferring itself to her fingers.
What the hell?
Wendy took a closer look. Well crapola. The damn thing
had peanut butter on it. Inhaling a deep breath and muttering something about
the Lord giving her strength, she left the bathroom with the dirty towel in her
hand.
Wendy left her Kindle in where it was and walked down the
stairs. She had plenty of time to get the kids fed, dressed and off to school.
While the boys were eating, a quart of milk mysteriously
fell over on the kitchen table. No one sitting around the table moved until every
drop spilled.
Spilt milk! Ha!
Well, that was okay. A veteran mother of
thirteen years, experienced in frontline childhood warfare, Wendy was well above
crying over
that!
Then the six-month old golden retriever, Stanley, managed
to start tearing a foam ball apart when no one was looking. Her youngest, Jeff,
thought that this was hilarious and joined in the fun, trying to take the ball
away from piranha pup. Pieces of foam went everywhere.
Joy.
When the twins began bickering, Wendy reverted to her
favorite mental mantra. It was the one she used regularly that prevented her
from wrapping her hands around the throat of one or more of her offspring:
I
love my kids, I love my kids.
Whoever imagined that twins were always really close? Her
two fought all the time. While not identical, they were similar in looks and in
temperament. Equally matched; each was as stubborn as the other.
Once all three boys were all out the door on the way to
the school bus, Wendy sighed with pleasure.
Should she grab her Kindle, go straight to her bedroom,
and finish that sexy story? The main characters had hated each other for the
first few chapters of the book. Then all that hostility had burst into passion.
Wendy had left the story just as the hero was going down on his newfound love
interest. The heroine was tearing at the sheets, writhing with pleasure as her
sexy lover lashed her clit with his tongue.
Delicious!
Yep. That was a panty-melting scene for sure. Wendy and
her vibrator were both going to enjoy it. Disciplining herself to take care of
business before pleasure, she decided to tidy the kitchen before she indulged.
Unfortunately her teens got into a kicking and punching
fight at the bus stop. Will came home refusing to go to school and Anthony and
Jeff trailed behind. Everyone missed the school bus.
Jesus,
Wendy thought once she had
sorted it all out and calmed Will down, which took about a half an hour.
Will
was certainly was a misnomer. I should have named him "Won't."
Calm, calm,
she thought taking a
deep, steadying breath.
I love my kids. I love my kids.
After this morning's Super Bowl clash of family entertainment,
Wendy managed to drive her little tribe off to school.
The Hayward family lived in the Broadmoor area of
Colorado Springs,
and had a fantastic view of Cheyenne
Mountain. The kids all went to Cheyenne
Public Schools, the twins in
High School and Jeff in Elementary.
On the way home Wendy wondered if her life was a clear example
of why all Moms should be medicated.
Heavily.
As she turned into her driveway she felt her burdens
lighten and her face stretch into a big grin. Forget the kitchen and the family
room puppy-foam-in-pieces mess. Wendy planned to go inside, make a fresh cup coffee,
and read more erotica. She deserved to spoil herself for an hour or two as a
reward for surviving such a rocky start to the day.
Little did Wendy know that the day that had started off
so badly, was only going to get worse.
Wendy grabbed her Kindle, made a coffee and a piece of
toast. Then she sat down on her favorite recliner, unbuttoned her jeans and put
her feet up.
Gallantly following her everywhere, Stanley, the
retriever pup, was exhausted from the morning's activities. The pup circled three
times, and lay down at her feet. The thing about puppies was that they were a
bit like a light switch, full 'on,' or full 'off.' Turning to 'off,' Stanley
conked out and sprawled across the carpet, looking a bit like road kill. He was
so damn cute!
A familiar flutter of anticipation ran through Wendy as
she turned her Kindle on. This was her time. Treasured alone moments of naughty
pleasure, where she could escape to alpha male fantasyland.
With euphoric bliss, Wendy read:
"…with accrual
accounting to measure performance and position of a company, recognizing
economic events regardless of when cash transactions occur…."
Say what?
Her mind blank with confusion, Wendy re-read the text.
When she went to Kindle 'home' the truth hit her
.
I have Frank's Kindle.
Frank has my Kindle.
Oh my fucking God! Think! Think!
Wendy reflected wildly, jumping up and beginning to pace.
So what? I don’t
get to read today, BUT can my husband read my stuff?
No, she decided with a shake of her head. Bless her
children. They had forced her to put a password in place. The twins were
obsessed with trying to find out what was on her Kindle. They often attempted
to break through her password, or sneak up on her while reading. They also pestered
the hell out of her about it.
It was payback, she figured, because she
loved
to
torment the twins.
That was one of the best things about having teenagers, embarrassing
them. Could anything be more fun? Subtly or openly, teasing her teens simply
made it all worthwhile.
The twin's had Kindles of their own, and as a parent,
Wendy had access to their accounts. To amuse herself she had downloaded books
for them both such as: "Why Mother Knows Best," and, "What a Difference
a Mom Makes."
Because of the twins, Wendy had set an unbreakable
password on her Kindle. No obvious date of birth or mother's maiden name for
her. But could Frank figure out the code? Would he even want to?
Wendy frowned. If her husband decided to crack her Kindle
password he absolutely could, there was no question of that.
A fresh surge of,
"Oh my God will he find out?"
adrenaline spiked through her with electric zeal.
The possibility made her squirm. What if Frank read her erotic
favorites? Or checked out her highlighted quotes? Would he think she was a
pervert? For a moment she saw her furtive reading activity through his eyes and
felt ashamed and guilty over her depravity. What was wrong with her? Why was
she reading all this dirty raunch anyway?
Wendy began to load the dishwasher, while she thought it
through. Her husband Frank was a genius. He honestly was. Driven, obsessed and
brutally focused. If the man decided to get into her Kindle for some reason,
Wendy had no doubt that he would do just that.
But why would he want to? I should call him and tell him
I have his Kindle, but would that get his curiosity going? Shit! Should I do
something? Do nothing? What?
Wiping up the table and counters, Wendy finished tidying
the kitchen, managing to calm down. She decided to call Frank. Leaning against
the kitchen counter, she pulled out her cell and phoned his work number.
Frank picked up on the first ring.
"Holdsworth."
"Hi, hon," Wendy said.
"Oh, hello, is everything alright? he asked.
"Why are you calling?"
This was a good point. Wendy rarely called him at work
unless it was lunch time. "Well," she said, making her voice as
nonchalant as possible. "I just sat down to read my Kindle, and when I
opened it, I started reading something about accounting. So, it seems to me,
Frank, that you must have my Kindle."
"Oh," he said, "give me a minute."
Wendy heard his leather chair creak as he no doubt reached
over to pull the ereader out of his briefcase.
"Yeah, I just turned it on and it says: 'Enter
Passcode.' This must be yours, sorry. I was running late this morning and must
have grabbed it. Never mind, I'll bring it home tonight. I'll probably work
through lunch and get home early."
"That would be nice." Wendy immediately went
into distracting him with a tale of the morning's activities, and they both
laughed over how much could go wrong with three boys and a puppy in the house.
"Okay, well I just wanted to tell you, if you are
looking for your Kindle, I have it," she said.
"Alright, honey, I love you," Frank said.
"Love you, too," Wendy said and hung up.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck!
she
thought.
Now I have to wait and worry all day long that my mastermind
husband might decide to get into my Kindle. Fuck a damn duck!
Frank sat thoughtfully gazing at his wife's ereader. Her
Kindle continued to recommend that he 'Enter Passcode.'
Restless, he stood up and walked to the window. It was
mid October, quite a beautiful time of year when the deciduous trees were all
turning red and yellow. Frank had a large office to himself, and a beautiful
view of Pikes Peak with its elevation of over 14,000 feet. The Peak's treeless
crest was already sprinkled with snow.
The sky, as usual, was blue. Frank had read somewhere
that Colorado Springs had blue skies over 300 days per year. Of course with an
elevation of over 6,000 feet, a good mile above sea level, a large portion of
those days were below freezing.
A Senior Forensic Accountant, Frank loved his job.
Nothing interested him more than a good puzzle. Born and bred in New York, he
had started work there where he had easily and rapidly moved up to the top possible
pay scale. As Wendy was from Colorado Springs, and her family lived here, they
had decided to move to Colorado once she had the twins. It seemed the best
place to raise children.
As an experienced auditor, accountant, and investigator
of legal and financial documents, Frank was hired to look into possible
suspicion of fraudulent activity within a company; or hired to prevent
fraudulent activities from occurring. He was always at least three weeks ahead
on his work because to him, his job was
fun
. Frank loved details, the
minutia of facts and the process of performing analysis. He was naturally
curious.
Just now his attention was focused on that Kindle.
Why had Wendy called?
he
wondered.
Obviously I was going to discover that I had her Kindle at
lunchtime anyway.
There was only one explanation.
Wendy had something on her Kindle that she didn't want
him to read. Consequently, Frank decided that he would read it.
But first he had to break her password.
Having made up his mind, Frank set to work. He tried all
the obvious possibilities, family birthdays, pet names, street names. The list
was fairly extensive, but truthfully, he was enjoying himself.
If I was my wife, what password would I use?
Wendy had created this to prevent the twins from gaining
access – not him. She wouldn't have thought of keeping him out at all. Wendy
knew that he would never have considered looking into her Kindle. It simply
wouldn't have crossed his mind.
Until now.
For a moment his thoughts returned to fifteen years ago,
to the day they first met. Frank had gone on a blind date with another couple,
one of them his best friend.
Naturally built like a football lineman, his physique
hadn't changed. Lifting weights had made him super stocky, and as a sporty,
active person he easily maintained his muscular build. It was just the way his
body wanted to go.
Frank enjoyed playing football, but his favorite sport
was baseball. That was why his nose listed slightly to the right. He had missed
a fly ball while facing a bright noon sun. The damn thing had broken his nose.
Man it had hurt like nothing else, but even worse it had been embarrassing to
drop a catch in front of the spectators at a high school game.
The upshot was that he looked a bit rough-edged and daunting,
like a bouncer or a boxer. Back then Frank figured most girls were afraid of
him, and honestly, he had been shy. When he met Wendy, while not precisely a
virgin, he had been sexually naive.
Frank would never forget that first date. They had gone
off to a College kegger in Brooklyn. While it hadn't been love or even lust at
first sight, there had been mutual mild interest. Wendy, feisty little thing
that she was, certainly hadn't been frightened of him. Yet what really settled
the evening was how similarly they had reacted to the party. Neither drank
much, neither danced much.
They were both standing near a table of finger-foods, from
time to time eating various snacks. That was the first time they really
saw
each
other.
What happened had been comical and ridiculous, yet also
magical.
Frank and Wendy had each been mindlessly absorbed,
concentrating on watching the outrageous shenanigans of the party. People were chugging
beer, some girls down to their bras while dancing, some people smoking dope and
others engaged in a chase with a young woman as the prize.
Frank had felt like an observer engaged in an anthropological
study of 'College tribal mating rituals.' He and his date, both captivated, had
absently reached into that bowl at the same time. When their hands touched they
looked up into each other's eyes.
Humor and awareness had hit Frank with the force of a
blow.
Here they were, young healthy, and ready to party. But
instead they each preferred to watch… and to eat Cheetos. Their eyes had
locked, mutually twinkling with surprise and amusement. A moment later, in perfect
concert, they had burst out laughing. Their date had been a winner after that,
and from then on they had been inseparable.
Wendy - beautiful, unique and amazing, was still the
woman for him.
From time to time during his marriage, other women had
hit on him. Frank figured that he was perhaps attractive to the opposite sex, now
that he was more mature and self-assured. Or did some women prefer married men?
Each time a woman flirted, Frank had been flattered, but also uncomfortable.
No matter who come on to him, he would never cheat. Infidelity
was something he just didn't agree with. Married and faithful, or divorce –
that's what he always figured. Lucky for him, such loyalty was easy in his case.
No one could ever come close to Wendy.
Thoughtfully, Frank tapped into the passcode: 'Cheetos.'
The Kindle instantly opened.
Frank's heart kicked into a little stutter. That first
moment of intimate connection had been important. It still gave him a sense of
awe and wonder. Right here, with Wendy's password, was the proof of that.
He read on her Kindle from where she had been reading:
"Arms over your head, sweetheart," he ordered,
"and spread those legs."
Kurt took his time, parting her with his fingers,
enjoying the lush pink swell of her pussy and running his tongue along her slit
to taste her sweet honey. To his delight, she was panting breathlessly, with
the occasional broken cry from deep in her throat.
When he slid a finger into her, while licking her clit,
she became louder, fisting the sheets, and begging him to fuck her.
Ah,
he
thought, utterly satisfied.
My shameless woman, overpowered with lust.
She was such a wanton greedy girl. Kurt loved to see her
that way, enslaved by desire. He took his time fingering her, moving in and
out, enjoying making her squirm.
From time to time he took Carmen's clit right into his
mouth, suckling and nursing it. He felt it inside him then, throbbing away like
an athlete's heartbeat during a marathon. He smiled and thought about earplugs
once more. Man, could she make some noise or what? Her ability to resist orgasm
was still astonishing, although he did pull back when he felt her coming too
close.
Holy shit!
A timeless flash of both confusion and clarity assailed Frank.
It was like those rare moments while pursuing an
accounting case. Nothing makes sense. Then,
bang!
All of a sudden one elusive
factor resolves every aspect. Frank experienced a profound second in time where
thousands of tiny details all consolidated into one perfect truth.
Wendy wasn't sexually satisfied.
His wife needed more.
Frank carefully considered what he had read on her
Kindle. When was the last time he had gone down on her? He couldn’t even
remember. The numerous times Wendy had subtly refused his sexual advances, and her
obvious irritability. They way she almost gave in to sex sometimes, rather than
joyously jumping him as she had for the first few years of marriage.
What had she said on the weekend when they had managed to
get together to make love?
Honey, sometimes I think that you should pretend
I'm your sex toy, like a little game. Wouldn’t that be fun?
Kicking himself, Frank shook his head in disbelief.
How
could I have been so blind?
Well, he could see clearly now. More
importantly he knew just what he was going to do about it.
His eyes narrowed. But first he needed to find out what
Wendy wanted.