17 comments/ 43100 views/ 3 favorites Oh, So Very Very Close. By: Bazzza It was good to be back home. I hated the overseas business trips, the long international flights and boring hotel rooms no longer held any appeal. It was the only thing I didn't like about my job with a recording company, the industry and the people I work with get me out of bed each morning with energy to burn and without a single regret. But there is nothing better than home cooked meals, sleeping in your own bed and cuddling up to a woman that you truly love. I was supposed to have been away ten days on this trip, but I managed to sneak away a day early, my last meeting being cancelled at short notice. My favourite airline did good and got me on an earlier flight home, plus the assigned row of empty seats all to myself assured me of a few hours solid sleep. It was just getting dark when the taxi dropped me off at my front door on that Friday night. As soon as I opened the door, I knew Sian wasn't home. When home, she always had the stereo on loud enough that she could hear it throughout the house, sometimes much to our neighbour's discontent. I dropped my bags in the bedroom and wandered out to the kitchen looking for the diary. Because we both lead busy lives, the diary is the only way to keep tabs on our social calendar; the weekends usually booked up weeks in advance. I opened it at today's date and immediately saw Sian's neat handwriting, '7 pm, drinks at Billy's.' Billy's was a downtown bar situated in on the edge of Lake Garland. In summer, the well kept gardens and outdoor seating at the rear of Billy's made it a popular place, and was a place where Sian would often catch up with friends and work mates. After many long days away, I missed my lady and the pull to be by her side was too strong to resist. I showered and changed my clothes, then headed for Billy's. There are two ways to get into Billy's, the first through the front door where one has to battle the noisy crowd; the other is via the car park and into the garden area from the rear. I could hear loud music and laughter as soon as I exited the car, and I wandered across the car park and through the well manicured trees and shrubs. And what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. In the muted darkness in a ring of trees, I recognised Sian's multicoloured top, her current favourite from an extensive wardrobe. She was leaning against a large tree talking to a tall dark haired guy I didn't know. Their closeness seemed intimate and their remoteness from the crowd questionable. With a fast beating heart, I stepped back from the path and watched what happened. I watched as they talked and laughed as they sipped their drinks, the guy hovering intimately close. I knew he was about to kiss her, his face moving closer and closer to her. Sian stood still as their lips met and my heart fluttered in pain, her hand rose tentatively towards his shoulder, not pulling or pushing him away. His hand slipped over her right breast, and only then did my lovely Sian react by pushing him firmly away. His hand dropped immediately between her thighs, and Sian being pinned between him and the tree struggled sideways to avoid his wandering hand. Her swinging hand lashed out catching him squarely on his face, the second slap was more calculating and savagely effective. I saw his head rock back under the impact as he reeled backwards a few steps. Sian muttered something obscene, then turned and walked away towards the bar. Her assailant stayed where he was for a minute or two; then gingerly followed the same path as Sian. As long as I live, I will question my reasoning that night. Why did I not rush out and punch over her assailant, and why did I not rush to Sian's side at the bar and take her in my arms? I guess I'll never know for sure, but the whole thing was over in a few quick seconds. Instead I walked back to my car, drove home and climbed into our comfortable bed. I lay back and considered what had happened not thirty minutes previous. I lay in quiet contemplation and thought about my wife, for it was the first time in all the years I'd known her, that she'd ever resorted to violence. While it may have been in self defence, it still seemed completely out of character of the woman I had come to know and love so well. It was fifteen years ago that I met Sian. She was part of a group who volunteered to paint a mural on a public city wall that was continually plagued with offensive graffiti. It would be fair to say that most people hated graffiti, and the fact that a group of young budding artists were prepared to give up their spare time was a pleasant surprise. A local business donated paint, and I was tasked to ensure that a steady flow of music CD's was available to them as they carried out their good work. The first time I ever laid eyes upon Sian, she was outlining a large bird on a high block wall. Her tight dark jeans and green top were splattered with paint of differing colours. She was tall and lean with jet black hair, her skin a dark olive from the hot sun and the Portuguese blood that had run through her family for two generations. She turned and looked at me with large inquisitive eyes, and I took in her fine features, her teeth perfect and a few dark freckles near her nose. She wasn't beautiful, but there was something that made my heart flutter as she looked back at me. I smiled, but she didn't acknowledge it me and simply turned back to her wall. Over the following few days, I was drawn back to that wall. I wanted gaze upon Sian, to be in her presence and to talk to her. Being from a recording company, I was well received by others of the group who would readily talk to me about music. But Sian would continue her work and ignore me as if I wasn't there. I eventually got up enough courage to speak to her on the pretext of finding out what music she liked. She shrugged her shoulders and suggested Bon Jovi, or maybe Bryan Adams. The next day I arrived with both, she briefly smiled in thanks and then promptly returned to her work. It was on a Saturday afternoon that I arrived to find her sitting on concrete steps under an umbrella taking a break. I spoke to a few other people before slowly drifting over in her direction, and then courageously sat down beside her. Our first conversation was strained, me nervous and her seemingly casual and uninterested. I steered the conversation towards music, something that I knew a lot about and most people liked. Then out of the blue she turned to me. "Do you want something from me?" she asked. Her question stunned me into silence. "It just seems that you're here a lot, and when you are, you're looking in my direction." she added. I'm sorry if I've offended you." I replied. "Doesn't explain why you're hanging around me all the time." "Maybe I was hoping for a date." I mumbled. Her eyes bored into me, "Dunno why, I'm not gonna sleep with you." It was at this stage I guess I got a little angry; I stood up and glared angrily down at her. I was being no more than friendly, and her comments were unwarranted. "Did you ever consider that someone might want to talk, or date you without wanting to sleep with you?" She looked up at me with emotionless eyes, "No." We locked eyes for a few seconds, and then I walked away. I stayed and chatted with more social people for a few minutes before taking my leave, for my heart wasn't in it anymore. Each day, I visited the site exchanging CD's for their portable players. I purposely avoided Sian, for I had no desire to feel the bite of her tongue again. She also seemed quite content to ignore me too. But it was late in the following week that Sian approached my car as I was about to leave. I stopped and wound down the window as she approached. "Hey." she said I conjured up a smile, Hi." "I'm sorry about the other day. The others here reckon you're not a bad guy, and you probably didn't deserve me being rude to you. So I hope you accept my apology." "Sure, maybe I shouldn't have bit back at you either. But you kinda caught me by surprise." She smiled while rubbing her paint stained hands on her jeans, "All square then?" "So, a date's still out of the question?" I asked bravely. Her smile disappeared as she glared back at me. "Just warning you that I won't sleep with you, no matter what." I added. Her frown waned as she struggled to stop a grin, "Jesus, after all this and you still wanna take me out. God, you must be a trier." "Not usually. But then again, I've not met anyone quite like you before." Sian turned her head and looked back towards the throng of artists at the wall; I waited patiently for her answer. This was my last try I had decided; now it was up to her. She eventually turned back to me, "Okay, I'm free on Saturday. Nowhere flash either, there's no need to try and impress me. Got a pen and I'll give you my number." Our first date went surprisingly well. Sian looked quite stunning in tight jeans and a crimson top, and we chatted amicably as I steered my car to a nice little café that I'd frequented before. We got to know each other a little better as we ate and drank; she told me that she worked as a clerk in a small legal office. Little by little, Sian came out of herself, and I was stunned at by the harshness of her upbringing. She spent her early childhood in an orphanage, and then farmed out to foster homes when in her teens. It was unlike anything I'd heard before, and startlingly different to my own upbringing. I had loving parents and two older sisters who doted on their young brother. I was surrounded by love and attention, and wanted for nothing. It didn't take long for me to realise that Sian's off hand nature was due to her independence, and that she trusted no one more than she had to. Looking back, I think it made me like her even more, but I was careful not to appear sympathetic. I was pleased when I drove away after dropping Sian off that first night. She smiled and told me that she had good time, and agreed to come out with me again. We got together a few times after that; and I was careful not put any pressure on her to discuss or do anything she might not want to. I enjoyed her company, for she was intelligent and strong minded, but in a polite way once I got to know her a little better. On our fourth date, we decided to walk the north end of the lake which offered the best views. We hiked up onto a ridge and sat for sometime taking in the spectacular view below. Sian turned towards me and leaned close, "Why do you want to take me out, I'm not the easiest person to get on with. Why do you bother with me?" "Because you're the most interesting person I've ever met. You're different from any girl I've ever dated." I replied. "And you're very pretty too." She smiled and leaned close enough to kiss me on the cheek, "I quite like you too." Up until this time, there had been no physical contact between us. Before I could respond, Sian slipped her hand inside mine, and we sat in silence at the progress we had just made. Over the following weeks, Sian slowly let me seduce her, just a little bit further each time. Our kisses were passionate and strong, our hands gentle as we explored and caressed. The biggest hurdle was the removal of her panties, for she was reluctant to part with them. It was almost if she would become too vulnerable once they were gone. At this stage, she was content to be topless and my hands were free to roam anywhere, including inside her panties. She became more and more trusting, and would lie happily on her back with her legs spread wide as I ran my fingers through a thick nest of curls to the slippery wetness below. I then introduced something a little different. Immediately she liked how I ran my tongue up and down her smooth brown thighs, and how I delicately kissed that special place through her panties. It was her idea to ease them aside so I could slip my tongue between her warm sweet lips for the first time. This was the day Sian's resistance disappeared, it was the day that she raised her buttocks from the bed and pushed her panties down, and it was also the day that I made love to my future wife for the first time. Afterwards she lay and my arms and wept, for she told me that it was the first time that she willingly had sex. This was the first inkling that Sian had gone through some terrible times, and it would take considerable time and effort for her to finally overcome her demons. Our main problem was now a lack of an available bed. Sometimes we could sneak back to my house when my parents were out, but most times we had to settle for the back seat of my car. As the weeks passed us by, our love making became more enjoyable as we tuned into each others needs and bodies. Sian gained confidence and explored ways in which to give me pleasure. Although Sian kept her previous sexual encounters to herself, I suspected they were not entirely in a loving relationship. But I loved Sian's tenderness, the way she would hold me tight as I rode her, her lips busy with kisses and licks. I loved her copper skinned body, all tight and lean, her legs long and slender, and the dark triangle of curls that all but hid her fine lips. Her pussy was tight as a hand grip, but her generous natural lubrication made penetration easy and exquisitely enjoyable. And there was nothing better than to suckle upon her pert nipples as I rode her. I'll not forget the first night she achieved orgasm with me, her body trembling with desire and pleasure, and again how she wept with happiness. Sian confessed to her vulnerability at this time in our relationship, for she had thoughts of me running away now that I'd had my evil way with her. I pulled her close to me and told her that I loved her lots, and then kissed away all her tears. Then I suggested that maybe we could move in together. Our first place together was a one bedroom apartment, just about big enough to swing a small cat in. There were only three rooms, an open plan kitchen and lounge, a bedroom which a double bed only just fitted, and a bathroom. But to us, it was bliss. We settled into our cohabitation with ease, and our relationship blossomed as we did our best to wear out the springs on our bed. Sian came to love sex and became a willing instigator of our love making. The downside to us living together was that Sian became a good little cook, with that came the inevitable eating. Her once lean body started to fill out a little and became more voluptuous. While she wasn't particularly excited about the whole thing, I sure was. She soon had a nice round bum which filled out her jeans rather nicely, and her thighs became a little more full and rounded. The sight of her in a pair of panties gave me an instant hard on, and we were often late to social occasions from my fierce attacks while she was getting dressed. On work days, she would sometimes get dressed in the bathroom to minimise the risk. Over the next couple of years, my rapid fire promotions and pay increases entitled us to bigger and better apartments. By this time we were totally in love, and it was only fitting that we followed other friend's footsteps and got married. Sian, by this time had blossomed into a beautiful and confident lady. She loved to show off her figure in tight jeans and short skirts, but always wore her wedding and engagement rings with pride. In public her hand was always in mine, her affections obvious to all to see. I'll not forget one night when we were queued up to go into a concert. She took me in her arms and gave me a passionate kiss and told me how much she loved me. I asked if a fuck was out of the question bringing a few sniggers from those within earshot. Sian grinned wickedly and suggested it was on the cards, but not right at that moment. I smiled as I lay back in bed and remembered the good times, and then I heard Sian's car pull into our driveway. A minute later Sian entered the bedroom quietly and slipped off her shoes. "Hi." I said. "Hello. I thought you were asleep." Sian replied approaching the bed. "You're home early." I felt her lips on mine, and I could taste gin and tonic on her breath. I wrapped my arms around her and tried to pull her on top of me. But Sian was too wily for that and struggled free. "Let me go, gotta pee. Let me get ready for bed, and then I'm all yours." she whispered taking two wise steps back from the bed, and my clutches. A few long lonely minutes later, Sian crawled in beside me and cuddled in. After all these years, it was still a thrill to feel her warm skin on mine. "So, how was your trip?" she asked. "Long and lonely." "Mmmm, I've missed you too." We lay quietly and contently in each others arms. "You okay?" I asked. "You're not normally this quiet on my return." "No, actually I'm not." she whispered." My heart jumped, "Why not?" "Something happened tonight, and I'm kicking myself." "What?" Sian hesitated for a few seconds; then told me about the guy at Billy's. It was pretty accurate, account except the force fullness of her slaps were a little understated. "I was so stupid to put myself in that situation." she said. "He was a lawyer, and we walked outside because it too noisy to talk inside. If I'd known that he was going to try something on, I'd never have gone outside in the first place. His kiss was a surprise, but it was kind of nice. It was only when he tried to feel me up that I realised he just wanted to fuck me. Bastard, he knew I was married." "Married or not, you're still desirable." I offered. Sian held up her left hand in front of my face, "This wedding ring says that I'm not available." "To some maybe, but not all." I replied. "That's disgusting." Sian turned on the bedside lamp and turned to me, "Do you still love me?" I pulled her close, "Of course I love you lots." "I love you too, and I would never think of being unfaithful. You mean too much to me, and I'd never do anything to lose you." "I suppose a fucks out of the question?" I asked. Sian threw back her head and laughed loudly at the audacity of my proposal, "Absolutely, I don't love you that much." "But I've got nine days worth of sperm build up, aren't you gonna help me out here?" I whined humorously. Sian turned off the light and settled down in the bed against me, her hand sliding briefly down to my limp cock and then removing it. "Don't feel too dangerous down there." she mocked. "Nah, the air hostess helped out on the way back." I joked. Sian chuckled, "Hard up or blind was she?" "Both." "We take each other for granted don't we?" she commented a few seconds later. "Remember all the park ups we used to have up at Bonneville Spit. God, those were fun." I smiled in the darkness. Bonneville Spit was our favourite park up spot back in our early days. It was a thirty minute drive north out of town, down two gravel roads and then a track down to a secluded point overlooking Lake Garland. There we climbed into the back seat of my car and fucked each other stupid too many times to count. I don't think that those many excursions down those rough roads did the suspension on my old car much good, but I deemed it a good investment at the time. A little sordid idea then floated through my devious mind. "Why don't we go for a park up right now?" I suggested. "What, tonight? Why the hell would we do that? It's after midnight, and we can do it right here and now, and in a nice comfortable bed." "Exactly, we're taking each other and our situation for granted. Let's drive out to the spit and fuck each other stupid." "No." "Okay, I'll go by myself then." I suggested. "Long way to go for a wank." she commented sarcastically. "Spoilsport." I said while stroking her nipple. "Do you think we should, I mean it'd be a laugh." she said a few seconds later. "Yeah, let's. We giggled like children as we climbed out of bed. I chucked on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt while Sian ducked into the walk in wardrobe. She returned a minute later with a slinky black dress that just hit mid thigh. Back then, dresses were always a preference for our park ups, for they could be slipped upwards providing easy access to the delights above. In those good old courting days, tight jeans were too much of a problem to get on and off in a hurry. Sian looked simply stunning, and my cock was hardening as she slipped into a pair of black heels. I could see from the swinging of her breasts that she was braless, and I fought the temptation to throw her on the bed and give her one right there and then. Oh, So Very Very Close. She grinned back at me, "Slutty enough for you?" It was a nerve wracking drive to the point. Once we were out of town, Sian's hand was down my jeans and my hand was up her dress caressing her panties. A quick bouquet to man who first designed auto-transmissions. Bonneville Spit was still in the same place, but the roads were now sealed, and the houses a lot closer than I remembered. The big old tree we used to park beside was still there. We slid effortlessly from the front seat to the back and fell in a heap of twisted arms and legs. Our lips met and we kissed passionately as Sian settled lengthwise on the seat, her long legs folded upwards allowing her dress to slip up her thighs. Her legs parted as my hand slipped between them, her panties already damp and twisted up between her lips. "Get rid of them." she urged lifting her buttocks from the seat. Sian's panties were quickly disposed of, and I slid my hand up between her thighs up to her neatly trimmed pussy. Her hand grasped mine and urgently guided my fingers first over her clitoris and then pushed two fingers deep inside her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." she gasped. "Nine days is too long without sex." Her hand left mine, reached for my jeans and rubbed my bulging manhood. My belt and zip were disposed of, and her hand snuck down inside grasping me tightly. I leaned forward and kissed her; and my mouth was instantly full of her dancing tongue. For the next minute or so, we teased and caressed each other into a wild frenzy. Sian then sat up and with a display of great flexibility, lifted one leg over my head and pushed herself forward on the seat towards me. "Lick me." I lowered my face to her smooth thighs and peppered them with kisses until I reached her pussy. As always, I took a second to take in its beauty, the perfectly manicured triangular curls. Beneath, her thin lips bald and smooth and simply lovely to lick, her toned thighs nice and brown. Sian impatiently pulled my head forward to her pussy and rubbed my face roughly through it, but stopped when my tongue lapped at her clitoris. I steadied myself and ran my tongue up and down her short slit causing her to moan loudly. I pulled her clitoris into my mouth and at the same time slipped a finger deep inside her, Sian responded by lifting her buttocks from the seat and pushing back at me. My face was now mashed between her tight lips, and her juices began to smother my face. For the next few minutes I kissed, suckled and nibbled her sweet little pussy as she gyrated against me. "Get your cock ready, I wanna be fucked." she whispered. Sian lifted my face from between her thighs, her hand reaching for my cock and pulling me towards her. Even though she was deeply aroused, her tightness made my penetration slow. It took a second or so before I was deeply embedded inside her. I could feel her muscles tighten up on it a few times before she urged me to fuck her nice and slow. Pushing the straps of her dress over her shoulders, Sian eased her breasts free; her arms then pulled me in close so that I could kiss them. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, god this is sooooooo goooood." she whispered. I had to agree, for there was nothing better on this earth than fucking my good lady. My strokes were painfully slow, each time completely withdrawing from her wet pussy. I then delighted in placing the head of my cock at her opening and waiting for Sian to push forward on it, which she did each time with a long moan. My cock would slowly slide inside as her resistance gave way, I would then push in all the way, and then slowly withdraw again. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, and I could feel every inch of her tunnel. "My turn on top." Sian suggested. I slipped from her pussy and she moved sideways on the seat to make room for me. I was soon straddled, I held my cock upright as Sian manoeuvred her pussy over it and lowered herself. Her pussy took me to the hilt and squeezed my cock tightly before rising slowly. "Mmmmmmmmm; that feels good." she whispered spreading her thighs a little more so that she was sitting firmly on my lap. For the next few minutes, Sian rocked back and forth as we kissed and caressed. My lap was quickly a slippery gooey mess from her juices. I could feel Sian's pussy periodically tighten on my shaft sending shivers of pleasure through both of us. She soon began to speed up a little, her pert breasts jiggling nicely before my eyes, and a little game commenced with me trying to trap them in my mouth. Sian suddenly rolled sideways on to the seat; her legs spread wide open as her fingers rolled over her clitoris with some urgency. "Stick it in." she moaned. I slipped to my knees between her wide spread legs, and guided the head of my cock just inside her opening so there was enough room for her clitoris to be played with. I took myself in hand and rubbed the head in a circular motion in her opening. "Pass my bag over." she whispered. I reached to the front seat and pulled over her small leather bag, her hand was quickly inside and out came her favourite toy, a vibrator with a long narrow shaft and a bulbous knob which somewhat resembled a toothbrush. Sian turned it on and lowered it between her lips, and I could instantly feel the sharp vibrations reaching my cock. I watched as Sian's pretty face frowned as her clitoris reacted to her toy. "You didn't have one of those when we used to come here." I commented. "I know." she slurred. "But if I'd known about them then we would have." I laughed as I pushed my cock back and forth inside her tight little pussy. Sian had moved from rotating the vibrator over her clitoris, to holding it firmly in place, a sure sign that she was about to cum some time soon. I held her lovely thighs firmly as her body began to tremble with pleasure, a cascade of moans escaping her pouted lips. She reached down with her spare hand gripping my thigh ensuring that I didn't slip out. And then she lifted her buttocks from the seat and cried loudly as a long orgasm rocked her body. Her head was thrown back over the top of the seat, her eyes closed as the ecstasy shuddered through her twisting body for a good five seconds, and I had no doubt that this was one of those very special orgasms. Sian slowly began to relax as her orgasm waned, the vibrator was dropped, her arms slipped around my neck and she kissed me passionately for a long, long time. "I love you very much." she told me between kisses. By this time our bodies were slick with perspiration, but Sian cared not as she eased me down on the seat and ran her tongue down my body. My cock was soon peppered with little kisses, and then the head tenderly licked before her mouth opened to take me inside. My lovely lady was quite an accomplished cock sucker and knew exactly what I liked. She slipped between my legs so that her tongue could work the sensitive underside of the head. For the next few minutes, Sian licked and suckled without getting into a dangerous rhythm, for I knew she wanted to fuck some more. And as she did so, she gazed up at me with her big loving eyes. She always liked to watch my face while giving me blow jobs. After awhile Sian dropped my cock from her warm mouth and again raised herself to the seat. She spread her thighs wide, her finger beckoning me and then pointing to her waiting pussy. I needed no further instruction, and quickly knelt between her legs, her hand directing my cock to her pussy. Again she moaned as I slipped inside her, and then lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her hands found mine, and held them tightly as my cock slipped back and forth in her wetness. "You were right." she said. "This is good fun, and we should do this sort of thing again." "Mmmm, just like old times." I agreed. A smile appeared on her face, "If it's just like old times, then you have to jizz on my tummy." I laughed, back in those early days of our shagging, Sian wasn't on the pill. We played the dangerous game of me pulling out and squirting up her body. Luckily, we soon came to our senses, and Sian went on the pill. As I began to get close, Sian wisely pulled her dress up past her breasts so that they didn't get jizzed on. I waited until my cock was just on the point of exploding before I pulled out and took myself in hand. I pummelled myself rigorously and then fired two long streams of cum over her belly, the rest of diminished velocity landed a lot closer to my cock. "Mmmmmmmm, you must be getting old." Sian commented. "You used to be able to reach my tits, now look what you're capable of." It was a fair comment, but not exactly a welcome one. In protest I lowered my face to her pussy and nipped at her clitoris. She giggled and rolled away from me, "No, no, no, stop that, I'm sorry." We then had a little problem, for Sian's tummy was covered in cum, but we had nothing to clean up with. I didn't carry any thing suitable for this sort of thing in my company car, and neither of us had bothered to bring a handkerchief. In the end, we cleaned up as best we could with Sian's rather brief panties. In our post orgasmic state, we cuddled up together on the back seat and unwittingly fell asleep. Quite some time later, I stirred to the sound of the gurgling of a V8 engine close by, and then a then beam of a spot light exploring our vehicle. A no-nonsense female voice quickly pulled us both in reality. "Police, please step out of the vehicle." I quickly pulled my jeans on and Sian pulled her dress down as far as she could as she couldn't find her panties. We gingerly got out of the vehicle and into the gaze of a uniformed police woman. "Can you explain what you folks might be doing out here at this time of the morning?" she asked. Sian out thought me. "Me and my husband were trying spice up our love life, and we came out here to relive old times, so to speak." she offered gingerly. A cynical smile spread across her mouth, "So, you're telling me that you two are actually married to each other?" "Yep." I answered. "Could I see some ID please?" The police woman was a well built blonde lady in her late forties, and not someone I would like to tangle with. I produced my license and a business card to match myself to the car's registration. She asked about drugs and flicked her torch through the car at our denial. By this time, the police woman was beginning to see the funny side of the whole thing, especially when she caught sight of Sian's discarded vibrator on the floor. "That sure looks like a dangerous weapon to me." she commented humorously. "Only in the right hands." Sian giggled in embarrassment. The cop looked over at Sian and laughed, "You might want to hang onto this husband of yours. My husband's idea of a romantic night out is a cheap meal and a few drinks at our local bar, then home for a quick grope before he jumps me. This looks much more like fun. Anyway, I'll leave you folks alone, but please be careful up here. We've had a few yobbos causing trouble with couples in parked cars." With that, the police woman climbed into her cruiser and drove off. By this time, dawn wasn't far away, and we decided to stay and watch the sun slowly rise over the hills on the eastern side of the lake. I have to admit the first rays of the sun reflecting spectacularly off the ice calm waters held us captive for quite some. And then we headed for home. Close to the junction of the main road, a café was just opening their doors and the thought of a nice strong coffee got our attention. I parked close to the café and turned off the engine. Sian wanted me to bring the coffees back to the car, but I wanted to drink mine inside. I got out of the car and waited for Sian to join me, but she was rummaging around in the car for her panties. I stood close to the window and pulled them out of my jeans pocket so that she could see them; then pushed them back down. She opened the door and demanded that I return them, to which I declined and walked inside the café. I smiled as a nervous Sian joined me at the counter a few seconds later; luckily we were the only customers. She had left home without a bra, her panties were in my pocket, and now in bare feet, all she was wearing was her dress. As the still sleepy waitress went about taking our orders, my hand snuck down to the hem of Sian's dress and slowly eased slowly it upwards. Sian gave me a filthy look and took two steps sideways to get away from me. I left the counter and walked to a small table and took the seat facing the window, which left the chair facing outwards for Sian. The downside was that her legs were facing the counter, and to maintain her modesty, Sian would have to keep her legs firmly closed. However, while seated, a good proportion of her legs were on full display under the small table. Sian was a bit short with me as we sipped our coffees, she could see the humorous side to her predicament, but wasn't at all happy that I'd placed her there. Her face turned to horror as a tour bus pulled into the café car park, and a minute later thirty people joined us inside. Many appreciative male eyes found Sian's fine legs, and I grinned wickedly as my lovely wife gulped down the dregs of her coffee. She then very, very carefully got up from the table and walked out towards the car, with her hands ensuring that the wind didn't lift the hem of her dress any further. Her words were few on the way home, but the gist of them were that I was going to pay dearly for my actions. But by the time we'd arrived home, crawled into our bed and cuddled up, I'd sort of been forgiven. Over the rest of the weekend, we spent quite a bit of time talking about our relationship, and what we both wanted. On Monday morning I approached my boss and told him that the frequent travel was becoming a problem and that he might need to replace me. By this time, I'd been with the company for many years, and my industry and company experience was substantial. My boss nearly swallowed his tongue at the thought of me moving on, and for the next few hours we discussed way of minimising my time away from home. He offered to do some of the trips himself, and the idea of reducing less important out of town meetings by using video conferencing was another option. Unfortunately, my next planned trip was an important one to the UK, and would be another ten day excursion. My boss suggested I might want to take Sian with me, he would foot out for the extra airline tickets if I would stay with the company. The hotel costs would be the same for two people as for one. I agreed so long as I could take a week's vacation at the end to have a look around, to which my boss happily agreed. Later that day, our administration clerk provided a travelling itinerary for Sian and I to the UK, and then onto Paris for seven days before heading homewards. Now, I would agree that I'm a devious person when given the right opportunity, and on my drive home that night, a cunning plan formed in my mind. When I got home, Sian had already cooked and was sitting on the couch with a gin and tonic waiting for me. I sat down opposite her, and we discussed our day as we often did. "You know I've going to the UK in a couple of week's time?" I asked. She looked across at me and smiled, "I know, and its okay." "Well, on the way home I was thinking about taking you with me." I lied. "We could take a few extra days and shoot over to Paris by train." Sian's mouth dropped open in surprise, for Paris was a place that she'd always longed to visit but never quite managed to get there. "Really?" she asked. "I was just thinking about it, what do you think?" "Oh yes please, I'd love to." she cried excitedly. "Maybe it would be too cheeky to ask if you could come, I mean you would be a distraction, and I've got a lot of meetings organised." "I wouldn't be a distraction, I promise." she replied with humour. "I won't annoy you for sex or anything like that." "I don't know, I don't think the boss would go for it." I suggested thoughtfully. "Oh please, just ask him. I'll do anything to come with you." "Anything?" "Yep, anything." she said brazenly. "Okay, if you give me a blow job, I'll ask him first thing in the morning." A glint appeared in Sian's eyes, "I guess a blow jobs a fair swap for a trip to Paris." I quickly realised that I'd underplayed my advantage, "A hands free blow job." Sian frowned, for a hand's free blow job resulted in a mouthful of cum, and not something that she relished. "Mmmmm, let me get this right." she said after a few seconds contemplation. "If I give you a hands free BJ, you'll ask your boss tomorrow if I can go to the UK with you, and then we can go to Paris for a few days?" "Right." I lied. "But there's no guarantee he'll go for it." "Mmmm. Okay, I'll play your game." she said. I struggled to keep a straight face as Sian walked into the bathroom and returned with a large towel. After placing a pillow on the floor to kneel on, she knelt in front of me and undid my belt trousers which were removed over my shoes and discarded. She slipped off her top and bra before lowering her face and tickling my balls with her tongue. Then she ran her tongue up the length of my hardening shaft a few times until it was pointing upwards. She shuffled forwards so that her face was directly over my cock and then looked brazenly up at me. "Paris, here I come." she muttered before lowering her lips over the head of my cock. I laughed at my situation, for I still had my suit jacket on, plus a shirt and tie beneath. Below, I was nude except for my shoes and socks. Not a pretty picture, but by this stage I didn't care one little bit. Sian's moist lips were suckling my cock, and I moaned in pleasure as her tongue flicked expertly over the eye. After a minute or two, Sian placed her small but adequate breasts around my cock and guided them up and down the shaft, her tongue again flicking over the head whenever she could reach. "Goody, goody, I'm going to Paris." she muttered a few times just to remind me. Sian knowingly and cunningly teased me to a certain point before removing her breasts to concentrate on working me by mouth. She placed her hands diligently on my thighs as she began to up the tempo, and I soon realised that my lovely wife had complete control of the situation. Sian's head was swiftly bobbing up and down, her mouth exquisitely working the head and the glands below. I could feel her tongue tormenting the underside of the head and sooner than I hoped it to be, it was going to be all over. Sian realised that I was about to fire and braced herself as I let go. I watched as her mouth bulged with my cum, and I moaned loudly in pure ecstasy as I fired time and time again. She briefly lifted her mouth from my cock and allowed thick globules of cum to dribble out onto my shaft. Then she slipped her mouth back over the head and continued to milk me until my orgasm died. Again she pushed my cum from her mouth and onto the head of my cock, then rubbed it all over her cheeks for a few seconds. Then for good measure she forced her tongue into the eye causing me to squirm for mercy. Her face was now a nice gooey mess, and I smiled lovingly down at her. "So, how was that?" she asked while wiping her face clean with the towel. "Fuckin excellent." I panted. Sian grinned while reaching for her gin and tonic and taking two large gulps. "God that tastes fucking awful." she commented pulling a face. "An acquired taste I hope." "Maybe for some, but not for me." she replied. "So now you have to talk to your boss, right?" I reached inside my jacket and removed the travel itinerary and handed it over. Sian unfolded it and read it and a frown soon appeared on her shiny face. I just smiled. She looked up at me, "This was printed at two o'clock today, and it's got my name on it. I take it that you've spoken to your boss, and he's already said I can go." Oh, So Very Very Close. "Exactly. Goody goody, we're both going to Paris." I said in a funny voice. Sian's frown deepened, "If I was already going, then the blow job was for nothing." "HELL NO, I just loved every second of it." "You're a fucking creep." she cried in contempt. "Just a fucking creep." I laughed and waved my now limp cock at her, "I know, but I'm a happily satisfied creep." Sian glared at me, but her anger began to crack, and soon a little smile appeared on her face. "Jesus, you're devious bastard. I just hope you realise that its winter in Paris, and I'm gonna need a complete new wardrobe. So that's gonna cost you big time." I let the smile slide from my face and replaced it with my very worried look. Sian grinned as she got to her feet and picked her bra and top from the floor. "And no sex until we get back either, from now on you're on rations." she added before haughtily leaving the room. I knew she was lying, for she didn't like going without either. For the next few days I was most smug at my deception, and I thought I'd got away with it. But I sometimes forget how devious my wife can be, usually to my detriment. On the following Saturday I arrived at the golf course for my usual competitive foursome. It's customary that the worst player over eighteen holes pays for drinks at the nineteenth. It's also customary that the other three make the most of the situation and drink as much as possible. On this particular Saturday, I removed my golf trundler from the trunk of my car to find that both wheels had been removed, by someone unknown I might add. The other three smiled it quiet satisfaction, for they knew that I was seriously disadvantaged. One of them spotted a message taped to my golf bag. It read: That's the last blow job you're ever getting. Enjoy your game. Lov S. Of course the missing wheels and the note took a bit of explaining to my so called friends, who of course pressed me for every little detail. I left my golf bag in the car, and carried one driver, a seven iron and a putter around the eighteen holes. I played the worst game of golf in my life that day, but I wore a continuous grin all the way around that course. I imagined placing my lovely wife across my knee, removing her panties and slapping her nice round bum until she cried for mercy. I know that it would never be, but oh what a fantasy.