Tom was already coming to the door, fresh from a shower.
“What’s up?”
Chris led us outside and gestured at Tom’s car. He’d been the last one in and it was under the carport while mine was in the garage. It was slumped forlornly on the driveway, its tires slashed. Added to that was a wobbly scratch line that went around the entire car.
“Fuck,” Tom yelled. It was all he allowed before he reined in control.
Thankfully, Michael had gone inside to join the boys.
“This is dreadful. Why does someone keep doing this to us?” Our letterbox had been broken the previous week. We’d also had the glued locks. No one else on the street had been bothered. All the dead mice were starting to look suspicious as well, particularly since we hadn’t put any rat bait out nor had our neighbours.
“We’re calling the police this time,” Tom said grimly. He went inside the house and picked up the phone.
“Maybe you should get a dog,” Megan suggested when we had all retired to the kitchen. “It might act as a deterrent.”
“Cool,” Marc said. The family room was right next to the kitchen. He had paused the Xbox and peered over the breakfast counter. It was amazing how they could ignore so much yet instantly focus when something was of interest to them. It was also amazing how they could instantly pause the Xbox when they wanted to but could drag it out when I asked them to do something. “I’d love a dog. Can we get one please?”
I gave Tom a look and we had a silent conversation. “If you help care for it then I think we can manage.”
“We’ll look after Christmas. The RSPCA usually gets inundated with unwanted gifts. We’ll see what we can find.”
Marc and Sean gave a massive whoop before returning to the Xbox with Michael.
Chapter Seven
Naked Pussy
The five days leading up to our Friday assignation were filled with anticipation on both our parts. Given he had no work to distract him, Tom focused on two things. Upgrading our security and sex. We already had an alarm system but Tom added more outside lights as well as motion activated cameras, both inside and out, that could be accessed from his iPhone.
When he suggested a camera in our bedroom, I gave him a smack, telling him if the boys ever discovered any footage, they’d be scarred for life.
On Friday afternoon, I walked in the door after dropping off the boys at Mum and Dad’s place.
Tom immediately greeted me with a hot kiss as he started to strip me.
“Come on. I’ve already run the bath.” He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the main bathroom. He was like an eager kid. For the last five nights, he’d told me what he’d like to do to my naked pussy. Given he was on holidays, he’d had plenty of time to think and he was proving quite amorous. I’d certainly hit the jackpot with this idea.
I sank into the bath and Tom stepped in between my legs, using his knees to push my legs up and outwards. My pussy rose so that it was half in and half out of the water. The combination of hot water and cool air lapping at my spread slit resulted in a stab of pleasure.
Tom grabbed his shaving brush and lathered it up.
I looked on with interest. I had just thought he would use soap. The bristles of the brush would add another layer of stimulation.
Totally focused, Tom began to soap up my pussy with small circles of his brush. The soft but spiky stimulation soon had me heated up.
Picking up the shaver, Tom switched it on and ran it along my pubic hair. The vibrations went all the way down to my pelvic bone. My whole body quivered in response. It was hard to stay still and not buck into the air. Only the thought of a sharp blade kept me in place.
For the next five minutes, Tom methodically and repeatedly ran the shaver over my pussy, spreading the lips to get better access when required.
“You look so pink and silky and welcoming,” Tom said hoarsely. “I can’t wait until I lick you up.”
Obviously, he could because rather than getting out of the bath, he turned the shaver around and applied the blunt head to my clit.
I jerked in response, glad the sharp edges had gone.
Tom circled my clit several times before he dragged down the shaver and plunged it into my vagina.
The tiny vibrations spiralled out from the centre of my body, revving up the heat.
Tom flicked my clit while he thrust the shaver in and out until I came with a cry of pleasure.
“Time to eat pussy.”
We left the bath and towelled dry before moving to the bed.
Tom knelt between my spread legs and stared down at me.
I was spread open wide before him and his smoky grey eyes ran over my body.
“I’ve always loved your voluptuous curves and softness,” Tom murmured gently stroking my skin from my breasts down to my pussy, “but the exercise you’ve been doing has defined your curves more and it’s fucking hot. I love it.” He spread my slit wide. “Now your naked pussy is the icing on the cake.”