It Must Be Love: Flirting
It Must Be Love: Flirting is an erotic story of a flirtation wife and a forgiving husband in a relationship no-one would imagine.
“Must be love,” I heard behind me. I think Nelson said it. He wasn’t bothering to lower his voice.
“It has to be,” Dennis agreed. “Just look at her dancing with Scott! Why the fuck would a hot babe like Bianca stay married to him, I’ll never know.”
I knew why Bianca stayed married to me and it was something they never would know. I was tempted to tell them but I was also intrigued by their conversation. They were discussing my wife not five feet away from me and they didn’t fear me hearing them at all. It was like my wife’s flirtations had made me a non-entity in their eyes.
I watched as Bianca dipped back in Scott’s arms. Her black dress pulled at her dark skin and her breasts almost fell out of her cleavage. I could see Scott’s eyes bulging from here. There was no doubt his cock was bulging as well. Bianca’s legs were moving lasciviously against Scott and the skirt was riding higher and higher on her smooth legs.
“Jesus,” Nelson muttered. “Look at her dance! Her ass can move! Did you see how tightly she’s pressing against Scott?”
“If she was my wife, I sure as Hell wouldn’t let any guy dance with her,” Dennis said, a bit too loudly.
“Know what she told me?” Nelson said. “She said Michael didn’t like to dance. Can you believe that shit?”
It wasn’t true. I didn’t like to dance with her.
“That’s nothing,” Dennis said. “I’m still thinking about what she said during dinner. There was this huge roll that I was mashing down to fit in my mouth and she laughed at me. Know what she says? She said ‘No, you don’t need to mash it down. It’s just a matter of opening your mouth wide enough, tilting your neck just right, and swallowing it all down in one gulp.'”
“She didn’t!” Nelson exclaimed.
I know she had.
“Yeah, she did,” Dennis said with a touch of annoyance. “But when I tried to put my hand on her knee, she just twisted my thumb till I moved it. She might just be a cocktease.”
“Nah,” Nelson disagreed. “You just have to approach her right. I mentioned that she was going to fall out of her dress, and you knew what she said? ‘I would hope that a gentleman like you would put them back where they belonged.’ I swear to Christ, that’s what she said!”
Dennis laughed. “Good luck, man. Let me know if you get lucky.”
“Oh, I will,” Nelson, laughed.
Later that night, Bianca was in good spirits. Her long black hair was down and her sultry eyes were twinkling with memories of the party. She had fun; teasing, taunting, and promising things subtly and overtly depending on her whim.
When we were in the kitchen getting snacks before bed, I took a terrible risk. I wrapped my arm around her waist from behind and pulled her to me. She purred gently in my arms till I leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck. It was stupid of me but I had to try.
“Michael!” Bianca hissed. She elbowed me away and spun around.
“How could you ruin that moment!”
I saw the betrayal in her eyes and knew. I knew it still wasn’t over with her older brother. She still woke up with the shakes at night. I knew the therapy hadn’t brought her close enough to where we were before she started having the nightmares. The hurt in her eyes was as intense as they were two years ago the first night that she remembered what he had done to her.
“I’m sorry, Bianca,” I said. “You were flirting so hard with everyone tonight; I just hoped that maybe you’d had a breakthrough.”
“No, damn it,” she swore. “That was just for fun. I know I’m fucked up, but they don’t know it. It’s nice to be with people who don’t know they’re not going to get laid.”
I tried to apologize and maybe she listened. Bianca begged off that she was tired and went to bed to her bedroom. Again, like every night now, she locked the door.
In my bedroom, with my cock wrapped in tissue, I remembered how she was that night. I pictured her sexy legs flashing from her dress. I stroked myself as I remembered how her hips swayed like the passionate woman I remembered. The sight of her dark legs excited me, and I moaned as I recalled how they used to wrap around me and pull me in.
Nelson’s words about her cleavage flashed through my mind and I remembered those brown nipples. I pumped my cock faster as I remembered the large saucers of her aureoles, the way sweat collected under her heavy breast, and the soft pleasure of sinking my face into her breasts until I had to come up for air.
Dennis’s words about her eating the bread reminded me of her mouth. Oh God, I missed her mouth! I missed the love in her eyes as she went down on me. I longed for the wet heat of her lips and tongue. As I pumped my cock harder, I remembered her words- mouth wide open, tilt her head, and just swallow.
I climaxed and since it was my fantasy, I imagined her happily swallowing my seed.
It must be love…
When I rolled over, I felt like a fool for what I had done earlier. Sex never seems as important after climax. I felt like a selfish husband. Tomorrow I would explain that I would try not being jealous and that I would give her as much time as she needed.
A thought nagged my mind, like it usually does at this late hour- if I missed sex that much, why didn’t I leave her for someone who could have sex? The answer was simple. Thinking about her smile, I thought about holding hands with her. I remembered her being there when I lost my father. I tried to imagine wanting to grow old with anybody else.
It must be love.