He had sex on his mind all day. Two hundred days; four thousand eight hundred hours since he'd kissed her goodbye. They'd had an eighteen-hour honeymoon in the airport hotel before her job sent her a few thousand miles away. Eighteen hours and nineteen minutes from when they signed the register to when she got on the plane to New York.
He couldn't go with her, it was beyond their means and it would have killed Dan's emerging career as a freelance designer. He had to stay where he was, working and living in the house they’d bought, and spending every spare minute rebuilding and refurbishing the place.
The biggest miracle was that they got married at all. Her posting to New York was a surprise; June got the offer with no warning because someone else had dropped out. Four weeks of mad panic had found a venue, corralled the relatives and completed everything just in time. It was crazy, but being married even if apart felt better than not married at all.
June phoned every night. Working at home meant that when Dan slept didn't matter. Often he was getting up early in England as June was ready to sleep in New York. He would tour the house Skyping on his mobile or carrying a web cam, showing her the work he’d done. She'd be in bed or on the bed in the hotel, sometimes in the bath and rarely wearing much.
Dan liked that; it made their marriage feel real. Like her, he was often naked when they spoke. It made him feel safe, hiding nothing — he bleary eyed from sleep and she tired at the end of her day. He worried about her because she often looked weary. Her previously immaculate hair was often rumpled and dishevelled. She felt closer that way, being unguarded with each other was important. It made Dan feel safe, made him feel that they were honest with each other. She wasn't dressing up for him, he could see that she was working hard, even if it wore her out. Seeing her like that made him feel married; him finishing their house and building his reputation; she getting on with her career. They'd moved on from dating to real life.
“You’re not overdoing it?” he said at least once a week. “You look tired.”
“Oh don’t worry about me darling, I’m fine. I’m trying to keep fit. I always call you after my workout, so I have nothing else to think about except you. Don’t worry about me.”
It went on like that, counting the days and somehow as the time got nearer she looked more tired and the time she could spare on the phone got less. He worried more.
“Don’t fret, it will be okay when I get home.”
He missed her at the airport. It made no sense, how could he miss her? He searched frantically for an hour, pestering the desk clerks who had better things to do than deal with anxious husbands.
“If she missed the plane there’s another getting here shortly,” was all he got out of them. Was that possible? Obviously, or they wouldn't have said. As far as he could tell her flight was full, so maybe she got bumped back, and that was why she didn’t answer her phone.
Ten minutes before the other flight was due to land he got a text.
“MEET AT THE HOTEL?”
He tried to phone back but got no answer, so he texted YES, picked up the car and drove over there.
What did the message mean? Was she already here? Did she catch an earlier flight, or had she realised she was going to be late and sent him to the hotel so he could relax. Relax? No chance, he couldn’t be more on edge. He hung around in reception but couldn’t see her and eventually he collected the key from reception. He'd wait in the room, send her a text once he was there. She knew the room number, the same honeymoon suite they stayed in two hundred nights ago, the night of the wedding, the night before she left.
Did he get it wrong? Was he supposed to meet her here? The last thing he’d said on the phone was “See you at the airport.” Stupid; airport could mean the airport hotel couldn't it? Idiot; he was so anxious to see her it had taken over his brain, crowded out everything else.
She knew he'd booked the room. She knew which room. They planned it the last time they were together, so that they could carry on their honeymoon as though the last two hundred days had never happened.
'I could have spent the day there after I dropped the luggage,' he thought, his mind running back to the honeymoon suite with the enormous bed and the balcony and the hot tub. At least he'd filled the tub and set it going and put the champagne in the fridge.
What the hell, better late than never and she’d be there soon. As he stepped out of the elevator he was surprised to find a large man, maybe six three, broad shouldered, built like an American footballer, waiting to go down. Odd, there’s only one room on this section. He must have got the floor wrong. Was he living proof that footballers get too many bangs on the head? The guy smiled at him and wished him good day, a soft mid-west accent. There was something about the way he looked, as though he knew something, or knew who Dan was, or maybe Dan should know who he was? He'd hardly watched a game this season, too busy with work and the house. Well now the house was done he'd have time to watch again.
As he stepped along the corridor he wracked his brains; had he met the guy somewhere, was he really a footballer he should have recognised or an actor maybe? It wasn't someone famous like Will Smith was it? Still puzzled he unlocked the door and stepped into the anteroom, pausing to hang his coat on a peg.
A voice he’d only heard on Skype for two hundred days called out.
“Did you forget something?”
Did he forget something? Was he supposed to bring something? The flowers were there, she must have seen them. The champagne was in the fridge, or at least it was four hours ago. Maybe she hadn't found it.
“Champagne's in the fridge,” he called out, "it's disguised as a cupboard below the TV."
“Dan? Dan, you’re here?” The door flew open and there she was, naked, hair flying like it was in a hurricane, a smile a mile wide and she was leaping into his arms.
“Was I supposed to remember something?” he said a minute later as they lay side by side on the bed.
“Oh, um, nothing, my little joke,” she said, climbing all over him and beginning to tear off his clothes.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he said.
Her hand found his cock. “Yeah,” she said. “I can see that. Shall we talk and then fuck, or fuck and then talk.
“Let’s do it in alphabetical order.”
She stood up, pulled the last of his clothes off him and a second later had his cock in her mouth.
“How much have you got?” she said.
“Two hundred days worth.”
“Really, you haven’t... I mean, you’ve kept it all? I thought... like when we Skyped, I mean I could see it, so hard, and you didn’t? I mean when I hung up you stopped?”
“I said I would.”
“Oh darling,” she said. “I never thought.” She giggled, “So there must be enough to fill all my holes over and over. Oh wow, what a treat”
"You mean you thought I was beating off after we were on the phone?"
"I guess," she said, looking up at him her eyes searching his for a second. "I'm sorry, that's ungracious of me darling. I should have known you'd be good. Oh dear." She lowered her head back onto his cock still mumbling, berating herself.
"I thought it was only fair," he said, "I mean wasn't as if you could have sex was it?"
"Oh God," she said, "I really owe you this." She mumbled something else but her mouth was full and he didn't catch it.
Seconds later he groaned and was shocked as she pulled his cock deeper into her, swallowing and ramming her head down so hard she almost bit his balls, and she didn't let go, sucking and swallowing until she'd taken every drop.
"Wow, When did you learn to do that?"
She looked up coyly and hesitated for a moment.
"I um, read about it… Did I do it right?"
"How the hell would I know," he said. "That's my first time, but I'd love to have it again."
"You will darling," she said. "You will, lots and lots of times."
She crawled up the bed. "Can I kiss you?" she said.
"Is your mouth still full of you know what?"
"Mmmm, some," she said.
"So this is another first?"
Her lips engulfed his and her tongue began to explore his mouth. He struggled for a second, finding it hard to breathe, his senses overwhelmed by the new taste, fighting to avoid it but unable to resist her. He gave in and began to laugh.
"Fun isn't it," she said.
"So you've been spending the time reading and watching porn? Is that how you know?"
"Sort of, well, yes a bit. I'll tell you more later. How long before you think you can come again?"
"If you do that to me, not long. Why? We've got all day."
She kissed him some more, pressing him into the bed, her hands all over him, her mouth exploring everywhere she could and rapidly finding her way back to his lips.
It didn't take long for her hand to feel him growing again.
"I want you to take my virginity," she said.
"Don't be silly we did that the last time we were here."
"My other virginity," she said. "The other hole. From now on we're properly married, we can be together all the time, I want you to take every bit of me."
Dan's breathing changed, he kissed her back as hard as he could, trying to disguise his nerves.
"I've never even thought of doing that."
"I want you to, I really do. I've bottled up so many things I wanted you to do to me, do with me, and I have to have that now."
"A mate of mine called it a three hole fuck."
"Has he done it? Did he talk about it?"
Dan laughed, trying to get past the embarrassment. "He was bullshitting to sound big."
"When you see him you can tell him what it's really like. Would you like that?"
"I'm not sure, um, not about doing it, but about bragging about it. I mean it might make you sound like a bit of a slut."
"Well yes, but your slut, your very own personal slut."
"You are something else. What did I marry?"
"A very eager slut, who's waited four thousand seven hundred and ninety-two hours for this."
His mind drifted into arithmetic for a second, remembering the nights they'd played the same silly games. "And seventeen minutes I think, since the last time, before you caught the plane."
"There's some lube on the bedside table, use a condom and plenty of lube and take me."
June rolled onto her face and stuck her arse in the air.
"Why the condom?"
"I didn't have time to get clean."
"Oh, right. Just shows I have no idea what I'm doing," said Dan.
"You're doing me. Take it slowly, you're bigger than I remember, so be gentle."
"How come you thought I was small?" he said as he applied lube. "You've seen me every night on Skype."
"I don't know love. Oh, I shouldn't have said that should I."
"It's okay," he said as the head of his cock made contact. "I guess most guys would take it as a compliment, you know, being told they were bigger. It beats being told you're small."
He eased himself against her opening, pressing gently until he felt it give a little.
"Go for it. Ram it in. Don't care if I scream."
She did scream. She screamed and yelled and moaned.
"Fuck me, fuck me, all the way, don't stop, don't stop."
Dan struggled to keep up the rhythm, desperate not to hurt June but driven on by her voice. She reached between her legs exploring quickly, squeezing her labia together but at the same time working her clit, getting herself as close to coming as she could, hovering on the edge until she could feel Dan getting closer. When she thought he was almost there she forced herself back against him; jamming every last millimetre of his cock in as far as she could get it.
As she felt him about to come she gave her clit one last squeeze and collapsed on the bed with waves of muscle spasms running the length of her body. She turned her head, twisting around to look at him over her shoulder.
"How was it for you?"
"Unbelievable. So last time we were here I took one virginity and now I have the other."
"And you had my mouth ages ago. You've had everything about me. You need time to recover and then we need to finish off properly." She chuckled, twisting under him. "Is that thing ever coming out of my arse?"
"I'm exhausted. I don't think I can move. I had to get up very early to meet your plane."
Still giggling she spread her legs and then drew up her knees; reaching forward to grip the bed head with her arms she pushed forward with a kind of breast stroke leg kick as she pulled with her her arms and extricated herself. As his cock came clear he rolled off her to the other side of the bed.
She rolled the other way and for five minutes they lay there panting, holding hands, gradually getting their breath back.
Dan looked at her, smiling, lost for a moment in complete adoration.
"I was worried," he said. "It's been so long. I know we talked, we Skyped and all that but the real thing seemed so long ago."
"It's all over now, I'm back, and that couldn't have been better. Some girls don't like it the first time, that's what I read, but that was great, you were great, I felt so full."
She lifted herself on one elbow to see him better and twisted slightly.
"Oh shit," she said.
"What?"
He followed her gaze downwards to where a flow of semen was emerging between her legs.
He stared at her, puzzled.
"That was a surprise for later, after you had me again."
"I don't get it, what's the problem."
"Oh you poor innocent darling, God I love you." For a second she frowned biting her lip and screwing her eyes shut as a tear emerged.
"Fuck, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Oh God," she said again. "Look, what do you see?"
He laughed, "Well it's obvious, it's cum leaking out of you."
She rolled towards him and kissed him.
"Ask yourself my darling husband, how did your wife's pussy come to be full of cum, when you haven't fucked it yet and you've just used a condom." She paused for as second surveying his puzzled face. "Oh hell, I've so totally screwed this up. I was trying to be too clever. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Love, what's going on? I know I'm being thick."
"Did you meet a football player at the lift?"
"Yeah, he gave me an odd look, I think he thought I ought to recognise him."
"No darling, he gave you an odd look because he'd just fucked me. Oh God, where do I start."
She reached out to hold his hand.
"I'm a bad girl, but I love you dearly. Please let me tell you all about it. I wanted to talk about it after you'd had me every way you could. Once you'd reclaimed me completely. I wanted you to know that I love you, that you owned me before I owned up."
Dan sat up on the bed staring at June, looking lost and confused.
"So you're… with this footballer… having an affair?" The words fell out of his mouth, stumbling, barely in enough order to make sense.
"No love, nothing like that, I don't expect to ever see him again."
Dan brightened slightly.