Imprinted by Darcy Sweet Page B

nothing, did nothing, just moved to the side as I placed my palms up against the tiles.
    I braced myself against the wall as he entered me. He took his time, slowly pushing through that tight ring of muscle. He wrapped his arms around me and when his cock was planted deep inside me he started. I felt his pelvis butt into me, as he thrust up on his powerful thighs. I was now almost flat against the wall, letting him take me. Take me hard.
    “Like that. Like that?” He was grunting in my ear.
    “Yes,” I cried out in reply, “I love it. Love it.”
    And I did love it. His powerful body thrusting into me and his cock rooted deep inside. His hand wrapped around my cock, pulling hard.
    I loved it. I loved it all.
    My cum splattered on the tiles. White streaks against the deep blue. The contraction of my orgasm sent him over. I heard him grunt, felt his hips thrust hard and then he slumped against my back.
    It was over. It was finished.
    He kissed my back and Mrs. D moved in front of me to take my lips.
    “Thank you,” I murmured into her mouth, “Thank you so much.”
    We ended it there. I dried off, dressed and they both walked me to the front door. Mrs. D in her robe and Mr. D wrapped in a towel. My favorite looks for them both.
    “I’ll be back Christmas break,” I said at the door, hoping not to sound too desperate.
    They shared a look, like married couples do, communicating silently. “Maybe we’ll catch up then. No promises. But I’d like to,” Mr. D said and Mrs. D nodded.
    * * * *
    When I came back that Christmas we managed one night. The kids were sent to sleep-overs at their friends. We fucked so hard and so long that when I left I wasn’t sure I was good to drive. I was fuck drunk. Giddy with the pleasure I’d experienced.
    The next summer when I returned to work for my Step Father they’d moved. Mr. D had taken a job at a prestigious Atlanta law firm. I still worked on their house, but there was a new family there, nothing like the Deans.
    More than the Dean’s moving had changed, Mary-Jane was now married. I caught up with her briefly at Big Gulp one day. She told me she’d found what she needed in her husband. He was a slight man. Quite unassuming in looks, but Mary-Jane told me with a wicked smile that he had a firm hand. She’d found what she needed.
    I didn’t find what I was looking for until long after college. No man or woman appealed to me. I had a long list of lovers. All female. I looked for a male lover but no one matched up what I had with Mr. D. It was both of them that did it. I was afraid to replicate it, not wanting to tarnish the memory with a poor facsimile. I was drifting, thinking that I’d never find what the Dean’s had in their marriage when I finally met my wife Mara.
    It was at a work Christmas party for my architectural firm. She was the blind date of one of my co-workers. Our eyes met and suddenly I knew. I knew I’d found what I needed. Her eyes burnt with an intensity I’d only ever seen once before—in the blue black gaze of Mr. Dean. She took me into the copy room locked the door behind me and fucked me in a way that bonded me to her forever.
    Six months later we were married. She opened my heart and my mind. We shared a wonderful sexual freedom. Despite all that I had never shared that summer. Never told her about Mr. D.
    She reminds me of Mrs. D, in the way that she orchestrates my kinks. Keeping me hard and wanting more. I was a fool to think that I’d hidden anything from her. I realized that the day she introduced me to the gorgeous young man she’d hired to do the yard. Bronzed, buff and in his early twenties the intensity of the lust I immediately felt for him was shocking.
    “I do the yard,” I said to her as I tried very hard not to look at his ass as he walked back to his truck.
    “Maybe you’d like to do the yard boy?”
    My mouth went dry. My heart pounded and I felt my cock thicken. She did too because she reached down and squeezed my growing