Shepard

18 - Fucke.d in the bathroom

Lynette

I’m wearing a tight, short red dress and matching heels tonight. I want to work my husband up and drive him crazy, and from the look on his face when I came down the stairs, I’d say I was on the right track.

Seeing my husband in black trousers and a black button-down shirt with the top three buttons open, showing his chest, and that massive MC tattoo had my puss.y throbbing. I almost dragged him back inside so I could fuc.k his brains out before we left. But as Shepard pointed out, we never would if we didn’t go right then.

It’s crazy to see my man dressed like this. He’s always in his biker get-up, but it’s so fuckin’ sexy!

BlackJack and Taylor are with us. Jack is wearing trousers and a shirt also, but his pants are dark gray, and his shirt matches. Neither man is wearing their cuts. Something they always wear. It’s a part of who they are just as much as the women they love, but they did this for Taylor and me to give us a night without the whole biker thing. Well, as much as they can, being who they are.

They honestly didn’t need to; we love them just the way they are. But both men just smiled and rolled their eyes before kissing us.

Taylor is wearing dark blue, a dress that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I have to admit that neither of us looks our age. We’re only in our early thirties, but looking twenty-six at my age is a damn good compliment.

The meal was nice, but now I need to pee badly. My bladder isn’t as strong as it once was—the joys of having children.

But do you know what?

I’d take the weak bladder any day rather than be without my kids.

I may have had a little too much to drink with dinner, and I’m now feeling a little emotional. Don’t ask me why, but this happens when I drink. I let too much mull over in my head, stuff that isn’t true, but I can’t stop thinking about it. This is why I don’t drink often.

As I stand to look at myself in the restroom mirror after washing my hands after using the toilet, I can’t stop thinking about the past. If Celia hadn’t left, Shepard would still be with her; he’d still have Nova, which makes me think about the fact that I wouldn’t have VJ and Max, which kills me.

Large hands slip around my waist from behind, and soft lips kiss my neck. I didn’t even hear my husband come in. I guess I knew deep down he’d follow me if I were any longer than the five minutes I said I’d be.

“I thought you’d gotten lost.”

“Just got lost in thought,” I tell him with a slight smile.

“Get out of your head, Lynette. Whatever you’re thinking about, don’t.”

I lean my head back against his powerful chest. His hands are on my thighs, sliding upwards, taking my skirt with them.

“The past doesn’t belong here, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” I may have my eyes closed, but they roll just the same.

Feeling Shepard’s lips on my neck and his fingertips stroking my soaked puss.y through my silk panties is making it hard to concentrate. But this is what he does to get me out of my head. He touches me, drives me crazy, and makes me think of nothing but him.

“I couldn’t help but think,” I gasp; his fingers are inside my panties, feeling my wetness, making me lose my train of thought.

What was I saying?

Oh, yeah,

“Celia. I couldn’t help but think about what life would be like if she hadn’t left.” I slide my hand around the back of his neck and groan. “You’d still be with her, and I’d still be lying in my bed each night wishing I could be the one you loved. Oh, God,”

I’m going to cu.m, and I won’t be able to stop it. Shepard only has to look at me, and I’m wet. He touches me softly, and I need to cu.m. His thick fingers are now inside me, twisting, pulling, fuckin.g me.

We’re in the restroom! We should not be doing this!

Oh, who am I trying to kid?

I don’t give a damn when he’s touching me like this.

“Even if she hadn’t taken off, we wouldn’t have lasted. You’re the one I have always loved. You were the one I wanted the moment I met you. Celia and I would’ve ended, and you and I would’ve still gotten together, still got married, and still had our boys. So stop thinking about things that would never have happened.”

I nod with my eyes closed, my hips moving in time with his hand.

“You are everything to me,” He hisses with conviction while finger fuckin.g me so hard I scream and then stop myself just in time for it to be too high-pitched and draw attention to us. “You’re my girl; you always have been and always will be. Don’t you ever forget it.”

“I won’t!” I scream as I cu.m hard around his fingers.

“Tell me, Lynette.” He rubs my clit harder, faster, and I’ve only just managed to pull my panties down around my knees before I squirt my pleasure all over the damn countertop.

“I won’t forget! I’m yours!”

“Good girl.” I fall forward, clutching the wash basin as he bends down behind me and slides my ruined panties down my legs. I step out of them, swaying a little. I’m so blissed out after that orgas.m. I can’t feel much of anything other than the tingling in my limbs.

Shepard kisses the backs of my legs one at a time. Kissing right up to my ass, which is exposed for anyone to see if they should walk into this restroom right now. Not that my husband cares if anyone walks in. He’s not shy, but then I know, without a doubt, he’s locked the door. He’d never do this if he knew someone might see me. I belong to him, no one else.

Standing his full height, he lifts my dress higher, grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. I can feel his hardness against my ass, and I groan.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

I nod my head because it’s all I can do. He has me bent over the counter, my hair in his fist, his coc.k deep inside me. There’s no better feeling than him fuckin.g me hard like this, so hard every part of my body thuds with pleasure.

Shepard’s eyes lock with mine through the mirror in front of us. There’s a smirk on his sexy lips and my puss.y tightens.

Clutching at nothing, I scream his name as he pounds into me relentlessly.

“Fuc.k! Oh, God. Fuc.k me harder, Vince! Harder!”

Harder he fuck.s me, his coc.k head bashing against my womb, and I’m sure the whole damn restaurant can hear us, but I can’t stop screaming his name as I cu.m again. Just two hard thrusts later, he’s cumming hard inside me.

He falls against my back for only a second before he kisses my head and pulls out of me. His seed falls down my thigh, and I laugh while he cleans me up as if I’m incapable of doing it myself.

“I love you.” He tells me as I fix my clothes back into their rightful place. “No more thinkin’ on things that have no business poppin’ inside your head. I love you,” He tells me again while pulling me into his arms.

“I love you,” I say with contentment. Contented because I know it’s true, Vince loves me, and I love him, and that’s all that matters.