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Conrad and Felicity: Two Months

Two months is two months too long.
It had been almost two months. I realize that doesn’t seem like a long time, but when you were used to the sex life Conrad and I had, it felt like an eternity. We had been married for five years, and during those five years, that was the longest to date we had ever gone. I don’t know why it had been so long, but looking back, I think it was just our lives. Between my work with the FBI and his secret government internet security whatever, we had barely been in the same room as each other for those two months. We also had a 7 month old son Luke, who had just started going to the babysitter a month and a half prior, which was causing the both of us to readjust to real life.

It was a Tuesday. Early like always. The alarm screamed at 5:45 and I groaned. Rubbing my eyes, I noticed Conrad lying next to me, which was odd because he was usually up and dressed by now. I looked at him, glad he had finally given up on rebelling against his receding hair line and just shaved his head. He thought I’d hate it, but he was still hot. It was very Bruce Willis.

I nudged him. “Wake up, Con. If you’re late for work and if Luke isn’t ready for Marissa….”

He threw the covers off, and then turned around and kissed me, surprising me with how much passion it had. I couldn’t breathe for a moment, and felt that familiar feeling between my legs that I had been longing for.

“Well, good morning,” I said, breathless.

“Good morning,” he murmured, touching my cheek briefly and then climbing out of the bed. I followed suit, and padded over to the bathroom as Conrad threw on a polo and khakis, the uniform of an IT guy. I quickly threw my hair into a bun, and then dressed in a simple blue dress and heels. I was a forensic psychologist, and it always bugged Con that it was Mr. and Dr. Hastings.

I stood in the bathroom, quickly spritzing perfume as I saw Con out the corner of my eye, watching me. My eyes darted to the slight budge his pants, and the burning in my crotch intensified.

I soon heard the doorbell ring. “Shit,” I said. Marissa was always on time. I jogged to the nursery, were Luke had just started to stir. I quickly gathered enough things for him for the day, tossed them into a diaper bag, and then nestled my little ginger son in my arms, and raced down stairs. I placed Luke in his car seat and opened the door.

“Sorry, Marissa. It’s been weird readjusting.”

The forty something nanny looked at me reassuringly, “It’s not a problem.”

I kissed Luke on the cheek and he grinned at me before handing him off to Marissa and closing the door. As soon as the door latched shut, I heard Conrad walk by, smacking me on the ass as he passed. I turned around, dumbfounded by how friendly he was acting.

He stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. He was undressing me with his eyes. I knew that look. He wanted me. It was the first time in two months he had looked at me like that. My heart raced and clumsily walked towards him, feeling the wetness growing in my underwear.

“What time do you have to be at work today?” he asked as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
I looked at the clock. It was 6:30. “FUCK! I’m supposed to be there in 15. Great, just fucking great.” I scrambled into my office, quickly gathering up papers and stuffing them into my bag. I darted back out to the kitchen, and noticed that Con had not moved a muscle.

Suddenly, he threw himself toward me, and forcefully entered his tongue into my mouth. I groaned, tasting him. That familiar, wonderful taste I had grown to attuned to.

I felt his hands exploring me, specifically stopping to grab my ass repeatedly. I pulled away. “I have to go.”

He forced his mouth back on mine, our tongues dancing together. I gave it no more thought. “Fuck it. I can call in sick.”

I kissed him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him push his already rock hard cock against my thigh.

We slowly made our way, entwined, to the couch where he pushed me down and ripped my dress off. He hovered above me, grinding his cock into my throbbing pussy, separated my several layers of fabric. I moaned. “Aw fuck baby! It’s been too long”

“I am gonna fuck this pussy, but first..”

He slowly kissed his way down my body, pulling my tits out of my bra and caressing them in that way only he could. He kissed and licked down my stomach, stopping just where my panties were. He lifted up the waist band, and blew in, causing my body to shudder. I thrust my hips upward, trying to get some form of friction against my clit. He backed up, as to keep me from getting the touch my body so needed.

I moaned in frustration, and he laughed, knowing what he was doing to me. Finally, he slid panties down my legs, exposing my pussy for him to see. He licked the crotch of my panties and looked at me, lustfully, and I felt my pussy juices drip onto the cream fabric of the couch.

He lowered his mouth to my pussy, stopping just short so all I could feel was his breath on my sensitive sex. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, and slowly lowered his mouth to clit.

He licked and sucked and moaned into my crouch, causing my mind to explode with pleasure. I screamed out, and arched my back, finally getting the pleasure that my body had craved for two months.

“Fuck yeah baby! Eat that pussy! Eat that naughty, dirty pussy!” I moaned, half panting. I felt my climax coming and juices ran out of me even faster and just before I exploded, he stopped.

“You bastard,” I laughed. He looked up at me with my juices glistening on his chin. He came up and kissed me, and I could taste me on him.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I spun him around on the couch, ripped his boxers down, and shoved his cock to the hilt into my pussy. We both moaned as his cock stretched open my pussy.

“Fuck you feel good, Felicity!” he groaned. Slowly, I began bouncing up and down on his rod. He grabbed my tits and kneaded them, causing even more pleasure to shoot through my body.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh!” I moaned against every thrust as he pushed up into me. I could feel my orgasm coming closer and closer.

Conrad started to breath heavy, and I felt his cock start to twitch inside me. He grunted as his cock unloaded inside me, spraying his hot cum into my pussy. I moaned and screamed as I came, my vision going fuzzy. My legs shook as I rode out my orgasm collapsing on top of my wonderful husband.

“We’re never going that long again,” he said, kissing my forehead.

“Agreed,” I responded with a kiss.

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