While Mary Sue is proud of her construction-worker husband Billy's new-found success as an author of spanking novels, she also finds herself resentful of Beverly Golightly, the fictional heroine who gets everything Mary Sue wants: her man's undivided attention, lots of hot loving, and many delicious spankings.
But is Mary Sue's jealousy any crazier than the plan she hatches to recapture her husband's attention?
She whirled around and planted her hands on her hips. “Are you going to sit there or are you going to give me a hand?”
Billy smiled, unfolded himself from his chair and sauntered over to her. “I’m going to give you two hands.” He ducked his head to snuggle against her neck and squeezed both ass cheeks.
“Billy!” She protested with a wiggle, but giggled all the same. “We have to get the kitchen cleaned up.”
“Okay.” He kissed the other side of her neck, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. He wrapped one arm around her waist, cupped the V between her legs with his other hand, and pulled her against him.
“I’m serious,” she said, but rubbed against his hard-on, which prodded her lower back. Victory! He grinned, and slid his hand up to cover her breast. He thrummed the nipple.
“What else needs to be done?” From what he could tell, she’d finished everything: stowed the leftovers, put their few plates in the dishwasher, and wiped off the counters.
“I don’t know…things.” She rolled her head to the side, baring her neck. Her nape and throat were very sensitive. Paying attention there offered an almost surefire way to put her in the mood.
Billy followed the slope from ear to shoulder, kissing and nibbling. Mary Sue shuddered.
He smiled against her skin.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Not laughing.” He shook his head and drew a circle with the pad of his thumb over a hard bead poking through her tank. He loved the tight, skimpy tops she wore. Around the house, she went braless. Something else her alter ego emulated. Only Beverly had pranced around town like that—which had led to a spanking and a lecture on modesty by the heroine’s boyfriend. Billy brushed his lips over Mary Sue’s ear. “You want to move this to the bedroom?”
She slipped out of his hold, and with a teasing smile, said, “I think maybe the oven needs cleanin’.”
“I’ve got something for the oven, but it doesn’t involve cleaning.”
Mary Sue half groaned, half laughed. “That is so bad. I hope you write better than that!”
“Darlin’, writing is the last the thing on my mind right now.”
Billy smiled, unfolded himself from his chair and sauntered over to her. “I’m going to give you two hands.” He ducked his head to snuggle against her neck and squeezed both ass cheeks.
“Billy!” She protested with a wiggle, but giggled all the same. “We have to get the kitchen cleaned up.”
“Okay.” He kissed the other side of her neck, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. He wrapped one arm around her waist, cupped the V between her legs with his other hand, and pulled her against him.
“I’m serious,” she said, but rubbed against his hard-on, which prodded her lower back. Victory! He grinned, and slid his hand up to cover her breast. He thrummed the nipple.
“What else needs to be done?” From what he could tell, she’d finished everything: stowed the leftovers, put their few plates in the dishwasher, and wiped off the counters.
“I don’t know…things.” She rolled her head to the side, baring her neck. Her nape and throat were very sensitive. Paying attention there offered an almost surefire way to put her in the mood.
Billy followed the slope from ear to shoulder, kissing and nibbling. Mary Sue shuddered.
He smiled against her skin.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Not laughing.” He shook his head and drew a circle with the pad of his thumb over a hard bead poking through her tank. He loved the tight, skimpy tops she wore. Around the house, she went braless. Something else her alter ego emulated. Only Beverly had pranced around town like that—which had led to a spanking and a lecture on modesty by the heroine’s boyfriend. Billy brushed his lips over Mary Sue’s ear. “You want to move this to the bedroom?”
She slipped out of his hold, and with a teasing smile, said, “I think maybe the oven needs cleanin’.”
“I’ve got something for the oven, but it doesn’t involve cleaning.”
Mary Sue half groaned, half laughed. “That is so bad. I hope you write better than that!”
“Darlin’, writing is the last the thing on my mind right now.”
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