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Archive name: flirting.txt (wife, tease) 
Authors name: Shon Richards (shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net)
Story title : It Must Be Love: Flirting

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It Must Be Love: Flirting (wife, tease) 
by Shon Richards (shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net)

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"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 known 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.

He didn't.

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. I knew 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' 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.

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. I thought 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.

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