Chapter Forty-One

Grace woke early and thought about starting the day with a morning romp with her very sexy husband, Mac. But as she was just about to ravish her husband, she heard the elevator. It was too early for any staff to arrive, even Bentley.

She got out of bed and checked the security cameras just outside their bedroom, across from the hall. A glance at the elevator told her that it was going down. She clicked onto the first-floor cameras in time to see Andy exiting the elevator and rushing toward the door. Worried that he’d set off the house alarm and wake the children, she pressed the intercom.

“Andy?” her surprised voice asked through the speaker in the foyer.

Andy looked around, confused. “Grace?”

“Stay put so I can come down and turn off the alarm for you so you don’t wake the kids.”

She could have turned off the alarm from upstairs, but she wanted to know what the hell he was doing sneaking out of her house at 4:30 a.m. Grabbing her burgundy robe and donning some slippers, she recalled the elevator and took it down to the main floor.

As she approached Andy, she saw he was both disheveled and embarrassed. But that didn’t stop her from using an exasperated tone.

“Andy, what the hell are you doing sneaking out of my house at this ungodly hour?”

“I, um, well, I um… I spent the night with Aislyn. I tried to wake her, but she refused to get up. My Uber will be here any minute; I have to go home to shower, change clothes, and get to work by 6:00. So, if it’s all the same to you, can we discuss your obvious annoyance with me another time?” Andy ran a hand through his hair, frustrated at having been caught. “I was trying to make a quick and quiet exit.”

“Well, you’re lucky I heard the whir of the elevator. Another few seconds and you’d be explaining to your colleagues why you set off the alarm at Stewart House in the wee hours of the morning.”

“I didn’t think there was an alarm.”

“You’re a cop, and you didn’t think a six-story house in Lenox Hill would have an alarm? Seriously?”

“I didn’t see Aislyn set an alarm when we came in last night.”

“That’s because Aislyn is careless and forgetful. I set it last night when I got up to pee. My children’s safety is essential to me. Things like that don’t occur to her because she is self-centered and inconsiderate.” Grace was past annoyed and bordering on incredibly pissed.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” Andy asked defensively.

“Since it appears your Uber has arrived, you can call my admin, Avery, and make an appointment to discuss how harsh you think I am.”

Andy frowned. “You’ve gotten awfully full of yourself, Grace,” he chided.

“Says the man tiptoeing out of my house before the crack of dawn,” she countered.

“I don’t need to make an appointment to discuss something that is none of your business. And I don’t need your permission to see Aislyn. She’s a grown woman.”

“Andy!” Grace called after him as he opened the door to leave. “You don’t know her well enough to…”

He stopped and turned to face her.

“Are you jealous, Grace? Or do you just think she’s out of my league?” Andy asked pointedly.

“You can’t be serious about either accusation! I don’t want to see you get hurt, Andy. I…”

“I’m not the naïve kid you knew in high school, Grace, and I’m not looking to marry your sister-in-law. I’m a lonely widower who is enjoying some much-needed attention from a goddamn super model. I’m not stupid enough to think this is anything but sex, but fuck if it doesn’t feel good to have a woman touch me after being celibate since Anna died.”

Grace opened her mouth to comment but closed it again and said nothing. He made some valid points, but it still pissed her off to find him doing the walk of shame out of her house.

“I’m going now, so my Uber doesn’t leave without me. I’ll see you later when I pick her up for dinner.”

He closed the door behind him and left Grace in the foyer, wondering what the hell had just happened.

She turned to head back upstairs and found Mac standing there. There was misery on her face, and though he had no idea why it was there, his arms instinctively wrapped around her. He said nothing; he just held her for a few moments before he felt his wife heave a heavy sigh.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Andy is fucking Aislyn and he accused me of either being jealous or of thinking he’s not good enough for her.”

“Are you?”

“Am I what? Jealous? Hell no. I have no reason to be jealous. I’m married to the most amazing man in the world, and Andy was a high school crush. There’s no comparison. I’m just irritated that they had sex in our house. And for the record, it’s not that I feel she is out of his league. I just know that she’s looking for a rebound and using him; I can’t stand the idea of a nice guy like Andy getting hurt. She has no intention of dating a New York cop; she needs someone to warm her bed, and she’ll toss him aside when he has managed to scratch her itch.

“They had sex in our house?” Mac asked incredulously.

Grace managed a hint of a smile. “Do you see why I love you madly? Of all the things I just said, you zeroed in on the thing that pissed me off the most.”

Mac kissed his wife on the forehead. “I love you madly, too, Grace. If Aislyn is well enough to go to a fancy restaurant and bring home a man for a booty call, it’s probably time for her to go.”

Grace inhaled sharply. “Yes. I don’t know what I was thinking, inviting her here.”

“You were being my incredibly kind wife. Don’t ever stop being that woman, because I adore her. It’s okay. She needed a couple of days to find her footing. You gave it to her. But she can well afford a hotel, and I think it’s time she moved along. Leopards don’t change their spots.”

Grace nodded and headed toward the elevator, but Mac pulled her back.

“What?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Well, I’m just thinking since we are both awake, it might be fun to have a little quickie in the pantry.”

“What if the kids wake up?”

“Even you aren’t THAT loud, Grace!” he teased.

“Hilarious, smart ass. We won't hear if they wake up, and we are down in the pantry.”

“Darling, that’s why they call it a quickie, we’ll be back upstairs before the clock strikes five. Come on, where’s your sense of adventure?”

“What if it takes me a bit to climax?”

Mac laughed. “Then I’m doing it wrong. I know how to make my redhead purr; I guarantee you’ll have at least two orgasms.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“Yep, it’ll be hard, and I’ll be driving,” he teased as he led he into the pantry and kissed her neck.

“You drive me crazy with need!”

“That’s the idea. I want you to need me always, Gracie. I want you to crave me so intensely that you can never get enough of me, because that’s how I feel about you.”

“Too late; you can’t make that happen. Because I already need you more than the air I breathe,” she said as she leaned in for a kiss.

Untying the sash of her robe, he pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Hiking her nightgown up around her waist, he lifted her onto the counter and spread her legs. His fingers found her wet and ready, so he ditched the athletic shorts he’d put on to come downstairs in and rubbed the tip of his rigid manhood along her glistening slit.

“Oh, fuckkk,” Grace whimpered as her eyes fluttered.

“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”

He slid inside her slowly, but once her soft pink walls completely engulfed him, his need for her consumed him, and he began to thrust into her wet heat like a man possessed. His thumb reached between them and rubbed her clit furiously.

“God, yes! Don’t stop!” Grace cried.

“I have no intentions of stopping. Take my cock hard and deep, Gracie. Cum hard for me.”

He continued thrusting while his thumb worked its magic, and soon, her body shuddered and quaked. But he didn’t let up; he kept pounding into her while he kissed and nibbled on her neck. She was a drug he couldn’t get enough of, and he relished the addiction. His mouth moved to her breast, capturing a rigid nipple between his tongue and teeth, and sending her over again.

Having fulfilled his promise of two orgasms for her, he allowed himself to focus on the exquisite tingling in his balls as they tightened. Still hungry for her, he treated the other breast to equal time as the first and brought her to the edge once more. They mated like savages, climaxed together, and collapsed in a heap together on the floor of the pantry.

Still panting, Mac lifted Grace and carried her to the elevator. “It’s 4:58 and if I’m not mistaken, I made you cum not twice, but three times.”

With her arms around his neck, she purred. “I told you I was married to the most amazing man. Do you want to make it four in the comfort of our cozy bed?”

Mac grinned. “I love that you are as insatiable as I am. I keep wondering if we will ever lose this intense need for each other.”

“Bite your tongue. We will be in our nineties and still burn for each other.”

They kissed passionately as they rode the elevator to their private residence on the sixth floor. But sadly, the encore was denied by the sound of little feet.

“DJ’s awake,” they said in unison.

“Ah, well, we will have to pick this up later, my love.”

“You’re worth the wait,” Mac replied, gently setting Grace down and switching into parent mode.

Chapter Forty-Two

It was well past ten when Aislyn rolled out of bed, put on some athletic attire, and made her way down to the gym on the basement level. After a strenuous workout, she stripped naked and eased into the pool, unaware of the presence of Ryder, whose job it was to maintain the lower level.

After a moment of feeling embarrassed, Ryder cleared his throat to get Aislyn’s attention. He knew who she was, that she wasn’t an intruder. Grace had informed the staff when Mac’s sister arrived at Stewart House. But he had yet to meet her.

“What are you looking at, perv?” she said once she noticed Ryder standing by the entrance to the pool area. “Haven’t you ever seen tits before?”

Ryder had heard stories of Aislyn’s bitchiness from other staff members. So, rather than react offended by her crassness, he took the high road.

“Oh, I’ve seen tits, just not in this pool.”

“What, Her Highness doesn’t swim naked?”

Ryder did his best to keep his annoyance tucked away. Grace was one of the kindest, classiest bosses he’d ever had.

“You’re the first naked person I’ve seen in this pool. My employers are far more discreet. But I’ve seen Grace in a bikini, and she looks damn good, especially since she’s got two kids.”

Rising out of the pool, Aislyn sneered. “But she’s not exactly a supermodel, is she? Would you like to tap this?” she asked, standing naked before him, dripping wet.

Ryder shook his head and laughed. “Nah, lady, you’re hot. Whatever. But I have a girlfriend who's just as hot. And she works here.”

“Grace lets a hot, young girl work here?”

“Yeah. Grace isn’t worried. Mac’s too busy being enamored with her to even think about looking at Jazmyn that way.”

“As far as you know, anyway. I mean, my brother could be…”

Aislyn stopped when she saw Grace standing near the poolside loungers.

“Could be what, Aislyn?” Grace asked.

“Could be slipping the dick to the pool boy’s girlfriend. You never know.”

Grace inhaled sharply and let her breath out slowly. Then she threw a towel at Aislyn, who instinctively reached out to catch it. “Cover up when you’re in the presence of our staff,” Grace admonished her.

“I suppose you came down here to chastise me for having Andy spend the night. He sent me a text and said you were pretty pissed off this morning when he left.”

Ryder rolled his eyes and nodded at Grace. “I’m going to clean the sauna room.”

“Thank you, Ryder. I appreciate all you do.”

“Thanks, Grace.”

“I think it’s charming how you let your servants call you by your first name,” Aislyn said as she dropped the towel on the ground and picked up the robe she had left on the chaise lounge.

Grace refused to be baited into a pissing match with her bitchy sister-in-law. “Mac and I would like to meet with you today at noon. Avery will pick up some lunch from Just Salads. Let him know what you want by 11:30, please.”

Aislyn frowned. “What if I’m not available at noon?”

Grace stared at Aislyn without saying a word. She just glared until Aislyn said, “Fine.”

“Third floor, formal dining room, wear clothes,” Grace instructed before she headed for the stairs.

“Bitch!” Aislyn said in a muffled cough.

Grace kept walking. Yes, it was time for Aislyn to go.

At 11:15, Grace felt a slight headache creeping in after a tedious call with a vendor. She opened her desk drawer and found that her Motrin bottle was empty. She thought about heading upstairs to grab a new bottle when she decided a few minutes with the littles would do far more to improve her mood. She walked across the hallway to the Media Room, where Claudette watched DJ and Mimi. She was stunned to find Aislyn sitting on the couch, reading a book to her son.

When DJ saw her, he ditched the book, jumped off the couch, and ran into Grace’s arms. “Mama!”

“Hey little man, how’s my favorite boy today?” she asked, enjoying his hug.

“An Ais read book, Mama,” he said, beaming.

“I see that. What fun.”

Aislyn was secretly mortified that Grace had caught her spending time with her nephew. But she shrugged as if it were no big deal.

“I gave Avery my lunch order, if that’s why you’re here.”

“Nope, I just needed a few minutes with my littles. Their little smiles work better than Ibuprofen for work headaches. Where’s Claudette?”

“She took the baby with her to get more diapers from the nursery— said the stash was low down here. She asked me to keep an eye on DJ until she got back.”

Grace frowned. She’d stocked the diapers herself just yesterday. Something didn’t add up. But nothing seemed amiss. Aislyn might be a bitch, but she seemed to have a soft spot where the children were concerned.

“Mama, sit. Read book.”

“Sorry, DJ, Mama has to go back to work. I just came to get a hug. Aunt Aislyn will read with you.”

She hugged DJ lovingly and sent him back to the couch with Aislyn. “See you at noon.”

Grace grabbed some Motrin from the second-floor powder room medicine cabinet and texted Bentley to add more to the shopping list.

She smiled when he replied.

Aislyn giving you a headache, my dear?

Sighing, she responded.

I think it’s time for her to go. Although watching her read to DJ just now has thrown me for a loop.

Even the devil has weak spots.

Grace laughed and headed back to her office. On her way, she bumped into Claudette, carrying Mimi on one hip and a stack of diapers on the other. She caught the baby as she launched herself into her mother’s arms, babbling up a storm.

“I swear I restocked those diapers yesterday,” Grace said.

“You did. Aislyn came in here ranting and raving about how she had no intentions of being treated like a child by you and Mac. So, I gave her some time alone with DJ. She’s quite snarky most of the time— until she sits down with that little boy. Then she becomes almost pleasant. I grew tired of her rabat-joie expression, so I left her with her nephew so she would lighten up a little.”

“She is a sourpuss, isn’t she?” Grace agreed. “Clever on your part to use distraction on her.”

“It works no matter how old the child is, and yes, I consider her a child because she acts like one. She was blessed with a beautiful visage but a bitter heart. She stomps her feet like a cranky little brat—une petite marmot. One grows weary of being around such a person, n’est-ce pas?”

“Oui, d’accord. Merci, Claudette. You are very wise. Perhaps I need to change my tactics and stop letting her get under my skin.”

“Bon chance, Grace.”

Grace nodded and shot off a text to Mac.

I have an idea on how to handle things with Aislyn. Trust me?

His response was quick.

Implicitly darling.

Chapter Forty-Three

At noon, Avery delivered lunch to the formal dining/conference room, noticing that Aislyn wasn’t yet present. He smiled weakly at Grace and made a hasty exit, not wanting to be part of the drama when Mac’s sister showed up late.

Ten minutes later, she showed up looking genuinely contrite. Before Mac could spout off at her, Grace gently touched his arm. Remembering Grace’s text, he inhaled sharply and bit his tongue.

“I’m sorry I’m late. DJ insisted on one more book, and I couldn’t let the little guy down. I would have texted, but I left my phone upstairs charging,” Aislyn explained.

Mac frowned and looked at his sister as though she’d grown horns. What on Earth was she doing reading books to his son? But a glance at Grace told him she was not at all surprised. How curious! He relaxed and sat back, fairly certain he was about to witness his badass wife put his snotty little sister in her place.

“It’s lovely that you enjoy spending time with your nephew, but you could have asked Claudette to contact us,” Grace said gently.

“I didn’t think about that.”

Grace nodded and stabbed a fork in her salad. She took a bite and chewed slowly, leaving Aislyn waiting for her response.

Eventually, Grace set her fork down and spoke softly, but firmly. “You don’t think about a lot of things. For example, you didn’t think to set the alarm last night when you came home late. DJ’s safety is important to you, isn’t it?”

Aislyn’s eyes grew wide. Mac was expecting a snippy comeback and was shocked when she said, “Of course! I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I guess I’m not used to worrying about things like that.”

Grace nodded and continued, “You didn’t think about how awkward it was for me to find Andy sneaking out of the house at 4:30 this morning.”

“Why? Are you jealous that I’m banging your ex?”

Mac chuckled inwardly. There was the sister he knew.

“He’s not my ex, and I’m not jealous. I’m annoyed that I thought it was an intruder, and it turned out to be a friend. You could have texted asking if we minded if Andy spent the night. That way, even if we were asleep, I would have seen the text when I woke up and not been alarmed by the noise of the elevator at the crack of dawn. So, I was irritated at you and took it out on Andy. THAT is what was awkward.”

“Oh, I didn’t think about that,” Aislyn replied earnestly.

“Of course you didn’t,” Grace said, keeping her voice calm. “You live a whole different lifestyle than we do. Which is why we think it’s probably time for your visit to be over.”

Aislyn blinked. She’d expected her brother and his wife to blow up at her, but here they were, coolly telling her she had to go as gently as if they were nudging a baby bird out of its nest.

“Andy said you were pissed, why aren’t you screaming at me.”

Mac opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it when Grace answered, “Because I’m not Lorraine.”

Aislyn nodded, lifted her chin, and said, “Can I stay until the end of the week? I promised DJ I would go to the park with him and the nanny the next time they go. She said it would probably be some time this week, depending on the weather.”

Mac frowned, puzzled. “You want to go to the park with my kids?”

“I’m not really into the baby. She’s cute and all, but she can’t do much. But my nephew thinks I’m cool and I…” Aislyn stopped. “Oh my God, I like your kid!”

Grace laughed. “I think it’s lovely that you have an interest in DJ. I’ll show you how to set the alarm. You can stay another week. But then you need to figure your shit out and move along.”

“What if I want to visit the kid?”

Grace searched her sister-in-law’s face and, surprisingly, saw sincerity there.

“If you can act respectfully, you’ll be welcome to visit.”

Aislyn nodded and bit her lower lip.

“Claudette said she’s making lasagna for supper. Can I invite Andy?”

“You want to invite your fuck buddy to dinner?” Grace asked.

Aislyn looked offended and was ready to spout off until she saw the teasing glint in Grace’s eyes. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“Yep. I sure am. Look, Andy is welcome here. But if your sole purpose in seeing him is to scratch an itch, don’t lead him on.”

“You don’t think I’m scratching an itch for him?”

“I imagine you are. I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt.”

“What do you care?”

“Andy is an old friend. I don’t wish him any misery. And, like it or not, you’re family. And I’ve seen what happens when you allow yourself to be vulnerable and get shafted.”

Tilting her head, Aislyn said, “Lorraine had no clue how to be a good mother. I’m glad my brother found someone who does. I hate that you’re right about so many things, and I can’t say I like you very much, but my niece and nephew are lucky to have good parents who will provide a proper example of what a family should be like.”

She got up from the table and looked directly at Mac. “McKinley, you had our grandmother and Uncle Dom to show you those things. I always envied that.”

Mac felt his heart squeeze. “Aisy, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize for something that wasn’t your fault. Our mother made sure to ruin any chance at a relationship with either of them. She made her mother, Mimi, out to be a money-grubbing leech, and suggested that Uncle Dom had an inappropriate interest in us. I shunned them both because Lorraine said I should. Surely, she said some of the same things to you. Why didn’t you listen to her?”

“She knew all along that Dominic was my father. I think she felt guilty, so she let me spend time with him. I could never figure out why our own mother didn’t like me. She berated me at every opportunity. As for our grandmother, I overheard Lorraine and Mimi arguing about a secret—probably that Marcus wasn’t my father.

“After that, Mimi was around more. She told me once that she tried to include you in our outings, but you turned your nose up at the idea. To be honest, Lorraine gave you so much more attention, I liked that I had other people to turn to for the affection that a kid craves.”

“Attention, yes, plenty of it. Affection? Hardly. She was only interested in entering me into beauty pageants and making me try the latest diet. I was miserable and hungry most of the time.”

Grace watched as Mac and Aislyn studied each other for a moment, the realization dawning on them that they had both been cheated out of nurturing parents. It hurt Grace’s heart. Yes, her parents had died far too young. But when they were alive, they were loving and kind. Despite the amount of time they were gone for work, never once had she felt unloved or ignored.

Her mind raced back to when she and Mac had first met. Of course, he was McKinley then, all stuffy and controlling. Shortly after they married, she met his parents and joked that Mac had been raised by actual wolves. But it hadn’t dawned on her until now that he, along with his sister, had suffered neglect and verbal abuse. Yet somehow, Mac had opened his heart and allowed himself to give and receive love. And when Aislyn tried, her witch of a mother had intervened and snatched it away. However, if the man Aislyn thought she loved could be bought off with money, he wasn’t the right man.

Grace spoke from the heart as she broke the awkward silence. “Aislyn, you can stay as long as you need. Just be mindful that you need to follow house protocols, like letting us know when you will be home late or not at all. And making sure our security alarm is set. I’ll show you how.”

“A minute ago, you were ready to kick me out, now I can stay indefinitely. Why the change of heart?” Aislyn asked.

Before Grace could answer, Aislyn said, “I don’t need your pity, Grace. If that’s what…”

“Because DJ looks at you with stars in his eyes,” Grace said, interrupting. “If my son can see a spark of decency in you, I can look a little harder to find it. And maybe the former little girl with the dark hair and the hollow cheeks needs someone to cut her a break and show her how family is supposed to act.”

Aislyn nodded, no sign of contempt in her expression. “I think your kid might have magical powers.”

Grace laughed. “What makes you say that?”

“McKinley can attest to the fact that kids have never been my thing. But for some damned reason, I like spending time with DJ.”

“Maybe it’s because he doesn’t judge you or demand that you be anything more than his Aunt Aisy,” Mac said quietly.

Aislyn shrugged, “Could be.”

She turned to leave, then looked back at Grace. “That’s how Andy made me feel. No preconceived notions, no expectations. It was fucking refreshing. You’re right about one thing, Grace, he’s a decent guy. I’m sure he deserves better than a depressed, aging supermodel. But right now, we both long for someone to touch. You are worried about my hurting him. That’s a fair concern. But did you ever stop to think that he has the same capacity to hurt me?”

“I didn’t until a few minutes ago,” Grace admitted. “But I do now. Thanks for coming to lunch so we could talk.”

“I’m gonna go see if DJ is napping yet. If not, I promised him I’d come back to play with cars. Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought,” Aislyn laughed. “I still don’t like you, Grace, but I don’t loathe you anymore.”

“Same goes,” Grace said, raising an eyebrow. “See you at dinner.”

After his sister left the room, Mac slipped his arms around his wife and hugged her. “You have the kindest, most generous heart of anyone I’ve ever known, darling. You don’t have to let her stay here; she can afford a hotel.”

“I know. But I can’t help but think if there was a good, decent man inside your controlling exterior when I met you, maybe there is a shred of decency in your sister. She might even find a way to let down her guard if she stays a while longer.” She sighed, “That was draining. I could use a little pick-me-up.”

“How would you feel about coming to my office to take DICKtation?” Mac asked as his hands moved down to her ass.

“You’re incorrigible. And that was corny as hell. But exactly what I need.”

“Every man should have a wife that says she needs to suck his cock,” Mac mused.

Grace laughed and followed him downstairs to the business level. With Avery busy elsewhere, they slipped into Mac’s office, locked the door, and had their second quickie of the day.

Chapter Forty-Four

Dinner went surprisingly well. When Andy arrived, he and Grace both apologized to each other for their early morning squabble, with Andy taking the lion’s share of the blame. He agreed that Grace had a right to be upset at his disturbing her sleep, and she conceded that whatever was going on between him and Aislyn was none of her business.

As they enjoyed Claudette’s lasagna, Andy opened up a little about his late wife and how he’d met her after Grace had left for college, but they didn’t dwell on that subject for long.

“I know you ended up in Côte d’Ivoire after college to be an interpreter. How did you end up back in New York?” Andy asked.

“A series of unfortunate events led me back home, even though there was nothing really here for me until I answered Mac’s ad for someone to assist him with his European acquisitions,” Grace said, summing things up without detail. “That’s when we both discovered I had a head for business.”

Mac squeezed her hand under the table. He knew that many parts of her past were uncomfortable to talk about.

During dessert, Andy asked Aislyn if she’d like to go to a movie.

Aislyn frowned. “I never go to a movie theater. Too many people with cameras.”

Andy nodded, though he looked disappointed. “I understand.”

“You’re welcome to use the Media Room, Ais,” Mac said. “We have every streaming service. Feel free to make some popcorn and have your own private showing.”

Aislyn looked surprised. “Um, thanks, brother. That’s really, ah, nice.”

While Andy and Aislyn enjoyed their movie, Mac and Grace put the kids to bed.

“I’m sorry I gave up the Media Room for the evening,” Mac said. “I was trying to follow your lead and be kind.”

“I’m not sorry,” Grace replied, wiggling her eyebrows. “Sit in the chair, and I’ll give you your own private show.”

“Don’t you want to wait a bit to ensure the kids are down for the night?”

“Nope. They had lots of carbs at dinner. They had full bellies of sleepy, starchy food. They are zonked.”

“And you’re okay having sex with your sister and Andy awake down there?”

“They are four floors down, and I promise to be quiet. Quite trying to find reasons for not wanting me to get naked. Sit down like a good boy and watch your wife do a striptease for you, followed by a naughty lap dance.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Mac watched as his sexy redhead tossed her hair back and eyed him provocatively while sliding her blouse off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor. She licked her lips and shimmied out of her jeans, revealing that she had no panties on.     

“Scandalous!” Mac teased. “Lose the bra, baby.”

She undid the hooks and flung the bra at his chest. Naked now, she straddled him in the chair and pulled off his shirt. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she guided his fingers to her glistening sex.

“Fuck, Grace! You’re so wet!”

“Put those fingers to good use; make me cum.”

Without hesitation, he slipped two digits into her and brought her to an almost instant climax.

He did this several times before she demanded, “Unzip your pants! I need that cock inside me!”

“Happy to oblige, my horny little wife.”

She helped spring him free from his jeans and lowered herself onto his rigid shaft.

“Fuckkk, you feel so good on my cock,” Mac moaned.

“Mmm hmmm!” Grace murmured as she rode him frantically. She came again in waves and triggered Mac’s climax.

“Oh, God, yes! Fuckkk!” he cried out as he filled her with his seed.

Still panting, he said, “Sorry that was so quick.”

“Don’t be, we managed three quickies in one day. Let’s get ready for bed.”

Mac watched her ass wiggle as she walked into the bathroom. He followed Grace into the shower… and made it four.