There’s Only One Way to Celebrate a Promotion

Tahira was chopping vegetables for dinner when Brian came up behind her and swept her hair to one side.

She twisted her head to look up at him, one eyebrow raised.

“You’re home early.”

“I am.” He kissed her neck, sending a tingle down her spine, warmth pooling in her groin. “The meeting was cancelled, so I told them I’m having an early day.”

He kissed her neck again, leaving a trail of barely there kisses down her neck, his hands resting on her hips.

“Mmm… That’s nice.” She put down the knife and turned around to wrap her arms around his neck and press her lips against his. “We’ve got an hour till the kids get home.”

“I know.” He grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“What do you wan to christen next?”

“We haven’t done the cubby yet.”

“Outside?” Tahira hadn’t expected that. But the cubby was high up in a tree, hidden from view by branches thick with leaves. A grin spread across her face. “Race you there!”

She tapped him on the shoulder as she skirted around him, racing out the back door as he took a different route out of the laundry.

She reached the tree first, though he wasn’t far behind, grabbing onto her ankle to slow her down as he squeezed up past her on the narrow ladder.

“Cheater!” She collapsed with a laugh onto the rough floor of the cubby, sending up a cloud of dust. “Damn, it’s not as clean up here as I remembered. Should’ve brought a blanket.”

Brian took off his suit jacket, giving it a flick as he spread it out. “For you, mi’lady,” he said with an exaggerated bow.

“Not your jacket.” Tahira was horrified.

Brian shrugged. “It’ll wash.”

“Not easily.”

“We’ll send it to the dry cleaners.”

“That’ll cost a fortune.”

Brian scooped her up with a kiss, setting her down on his jacket. “I got a promotion.”

“What?” Tahira searched his face for the hint of a lie. “You got it!” She squealed, wrapping her arms around him. “That deserves a congratulatory head job.” She grinned, swinging around so she was on her knees, and grabbing his belt buckle.

He chuckled. “I was rather hoping you’d say that.”

She released his cock, stroking it a couple of times before licking the tip, pressing her tongue against the tiny slit as her hand found his balls and began to play, cupping and squeezing them, rolling them between her fingers.

He groaned, running his fingers through her hair, and she grinned up at him as she licked his shaft, circling the head once more before opening her mouth and taking him deep.

“Damn.” He groaned again, his hips twitching as she bobbed up and down. “Stop, honey. Please. If you keep going I’m going to come down your throat, and I’d like to come inside you instead.”

Tahira grinned, and released him. He’d had the snip, so there was no chance of more children, though if by some miracle she did fall pregnant she wouldn’t have minded in the slightest.

She unbuttoned her blouse as he removed his clothes, then stood to take off her trousers. He was on his knees in a moment, helping her lie down so he could nuzzle between her legs.

His tongue pressed lightly against her clit, the barest touch sending electricity zapping through her body in ways a firmer touch simply couldn’t. She spread her legs wider, running her fingers through his hair as he removed his tongue, than repeated the process, waking up her clit before he moved to lick her slit, his tongue exploring her folds before delving inside.

“Oh, Brian!” She tilted her hips, giving him even better access, gasping as his fingers joined in with his tongue, to rub and stroke and fill her. Soon her hips were bucking as an orgasm spilled through her, and she pulled on his shoulder, bringing him up to kiss her again, his tongue darting out to meet hers, the salty sweet taste of her on his lips. His cock pressed against her entrance and she wrapped her legs around his, arching her back again so he could slide deep inside.

“You feel so good.” He gasped the words, and she grabbed his head, pulling him close to give him another deep kiss.

“So do you.” She thrust with him, clinging to him as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her body.

A screech echoed up the street, and Tahira grasped Brian’s shoulders, her thrusts increasing.

“That’s the school bus,” she gasped. Brian faltered and she shook her head.

“Keep going. I’m so close.”

He increased his thrusts again, pounding into her as childish chatter carried up the road.

“Oh my god.” Tahira came, gripping Brian’s hips as she thrust back against him until he also came, filling her with his seed.

“Fuck.” She groaned, sinking back onto his jacket.

Below them the front door banged shut, and they scrambled for their clothes as moments later the back door banged open.

“Mum? Dad?”

“Up here.” Tahira peeked through the window as she buttoned up her jeans.

In the few minutes it had taken the kids to cross the lawn and climb the tree Tahira and Brian were both dressed again, their breathing calm.

“What are you doing up here?” their daughter asked.

“Just checking out the view,” Brian said, his eyes on his wife.

“Why is your face so red, Mum?” Now it was their sons turn to question.

“Red? Is it?” Tahira giggled. “I’ve been working in the garden, guess I got sunburnt.”

Both children gave her a disbelieving look.

“Anyway, time to get back to our chores.” Brian swung out of the cubby and onto the ladder. “I’m sure you kids have plenty of homework to do.”

They rolled their eyes, and Tahira followed Brian down the ladder and back into the house.

“Now that was hot,” Brian grinne,d pulling Tahira close for a kiss.

“Almost got caught though.” Tahira pushed him away. “You going to help me with these vegetables?”

“I’ll just have to leave work earlier next time.” He wiggled his eyebrows at he, picking up the knife to continue where Tahira had left off.

Tahira grinned. “Now that’s a good idea.”