Dane’s tirade. One of them had to be civil while answering the
door. She pulled her skirt back into place and made sure her top covered her
breasts then walked to the front door. A quick glance through the peephole
showed Jaime standing on the porch.
What was he doing here? He’d said he would come early but
the night before was pushing it just a bit. Naomie knew she was good—Dane’s
continued under-breath cursing at the interruption was testament—however,
overeagerness was a strike against Jaime.
She shook her head. With her hand on one hip and her weight
shifted to the side, she opened the door. “I didn’t expect you until morning,
Jaime.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I couldn’t wait that long. I…uh…I…” He
swallowed loudly, looking down her body to her parted thighs, the insides of
which were drenched due to Dane’s teasing and her recent orgasm.
Naomie could almost see the motion travel down his throat
and torso to land in his pants, where his dick sprang to attention, pointing at
her parted legs as if to say “full-steam ahead”. She smiled at his honest
reaction. The time for play had ended though. She wanted her husband. To have
her husband, she needed to get rid of Jaime.
She snapped her fingers in front of his face, making him
jerk back and look at her face. “Hi.”
“Hi. Uh…” He shook his head. “Shit. Sorry. The check. I
didn’t get the check.”
“Oh! Crap. I’m sorry.” She stepped back and gestured him
into the house. “You didn’t get in trouble, did you?”
Jaime entered, appearing nervous and out of place. That
might have been because of Dane glaring at him from across the room. Jaime
said, “No, I didn’t get in trouble. I told the boss I forgot the check in my
other pants at home and I would bring it in the morning, which is why I’m here
now since it would be weird if I show up to get my gear and don’t have the
check.”
“I totally understand and I meant to give you the check
after we finished talking about the landscaping.”
“Talking. Yeah.” He stole a glance at Dane before looking at
the floor.
Naomie knew why he was nervous. The imp in her decided to
tease him a little. She wanted to see him squirm. She hooked arms with him—he
startled and appeared panicked—and pulled him over to Dane. “You’ve met my
husband before, right, Jaime? I’m not sure if I ever introduced you two.”
Jaime said, “I’ve se-seen…uh…seen him around. You
know…fro-from a distance.”
Distance, huh? Naomie would bet Jaime wanted that distance
between them now. Dane was taller and had more muscles than Jaime. Dane was
also a possessive alpha male who wanted to fuck his bitch, not watch her cuddle
up to her boy toy. Her imp cackled evilly as she said, “Jaime, Dane, my
husband. Dane, Jaime the gardener. Now you’ve met. You two play nice. I’ll go
get the check. I don’t even think I wrote it out yet.”
That was a lie. The check was sitting on the computer desk.
Dane had been in the office when she arrived home. He would have seen it next
to the mouse but he didn’t say anything. There was a subtle shift in his mood—from
annoyance to mischief—though his expression didn’t change.
There was a reason she’d married Dane and this was it. They
were the same kind of person, which meant they understood each other the best.
Without communicating, they had decided to torment Jaime together.
Naomie flounced away, putting an extra swing in her step.
She’d barely crossed the office doorway and gotten out of sight before Dane
said, “So I hear you fucked my wife.”
“What!” Jaime’s voice cracked on the high-pitched question.
“You heard me. You fucked my wife. In my house. While I was
at work.”
“I—she—it—that—what? Oh shit. Man, that’s—I mean she—what?
Oh fuck.”
“Yes, we’re talking about fucking—you and my wife.
Your dick in her pussy. In my house.”
Jaime’s reply was a bunch of incoherent sounds that could
have
door. She pulled her skirt back into place and made sure her top covered her
breasts then walked to the front door. A quick glance through the peephole
showed Jaime standing on the porch.
What was he doing here? He’d said he would come early but
the night before was pushing it just a bit. Naomie knew she was good—Dane’s
continued under-breath cursing at the interruption was testament—however,
overeagerness was a strike against Jaime.
She shook her head. With her hand on one hip and her weight
shifted to the side, she opened the door. “I didn’t expect you until morning,
Jaime.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I couldn’t wait that long. I…uh…I…” He
swallowed loudly, looking down her body to her parted thighs, the insides of
which were drenched due to Dane’s teasing and her recent orgasm.
Naomie could almost see the motion travel down his throat
and torso to land in his pants, where his dick sprang to attention, pointing at
her parted legs as if to say “full-steam ahead”. She smiled at his honest
reaction. The time for play had ended though. She wanted her husband. To have
her husband, she needed to get rid of Jaime.
She snapped her fingers in front of his face, making him
jerk back and look at her face. “Hi.”
“Hi. Uh…” He shook his head. “Shit. Sorry. The check. I
didn’t get the check.”
“Oh! Crap. I’m sorry.” She stepped back and gestured him
into the house. “You didn’t get in trouble, did you?”
Jaime entered, appearing nervous and out of place. That
might have been because of Dane glaring at him from across the room. Jaime
said, “No, I didn’t get in trouble. I told the boss I forgot the check in my
other pants at home and I would bring it in the morning, which is why I’m here
now since it would be weird if I show up to get my gear and don’t have the
check.”
“I totally understand and I meant to give you the check
after we finished talking about the landscaping.”
“Talking. Yeah.” He stole a glance at Dane before looking at
the floor.
Naomie knew why he was nervous. The imp in her decided to
tease him a little. She wanted to see him squirm. She hooked arms with him—he
startled and appeared panicked—and pulled him over to Dane. “You’ve met my
husband before, right, Jaime? I’m not sure if I ever introduced you two.”
Jaime said, “I’ve se-seen…uh…seen him around. You
know…fro-from a distance.”
Distance, huh? Naomie would bet Jaime wanted that distance
between them now. Dane was taller and had more muscles than Jaime. Dane was
also a possessive alpha male who wanted to fuck his bitch, not watch her cuddle
up to her boy toy. Her imp cackled evilly as she said, “Jaime, Dane, my
husband. Dane, Jaime the gardener. Now you’ve met. You two play nice. I’ll go
get the check. I don’t even think I wrote it out yet.”
That was a lie. The check was sitting on the computer desk.
Dane had been in the office when she arrived home. He would have seen it next
to the mouse but he didn’t say anything. There was a subtle shift in his mood—from
annoyance to mischief—though his expression didn’t change.
There was a reason she’d married Dane and this was it. They
were the same kind of person, which meant they understood each other the best.
Without communicating, they had decided to torment Jaime together.
Naomie flounced away, putting an extra swing in her step.
She’d barely crossed the office doorway and gotten out of sight before Dane
said, “So I hear you fucked my wife.”
“What!” Jaime’s voice cracked on the high-pitched question.
“You heard me. You fucked my wife. In my house. While I was
at work.”
“I—she—it—that—what? Oh shit. Man, that’s—I mean she—what?
Oh fuck.”
“Yes, we’re talking about fucking—you and my wife.
Your dick in her pussy. In my house.”
Jaime’s reply was a bunch of incoherent sounds that could
have
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