Seatbacks and Tray Tables | Prequel to The Liberated Wife by Danica Boutté Page A

he was on this time and stepped closer to his monitor.  The URL confirmed the category as ‘Big Tits’ which didn’t surprise me since my husband loved big breasts.  Intrigued by the frozen couple, I sat down at his desk and pressed the space button to resume the video play from time code 14:43.
    The woman’s moans were immediately silenced as he took her lips in his and then he released them, dipping his head down lower to her breast capturing the nipple between his lips and then pulling his lips back to bare his teeth as he pulled at her nipple to her moans, “Yes.  Fuck me like that.  Slap my big tits while you suck on them.” And he quickly popped the side of her free breast making her yelp as he released her and she fell forward on all fours with him positioned behind her not missing a beat.  He kicked his leg out of his pants and lifted off one knee anchoring his foot on the bed pulling her to him in one long stroke as she gasped and I found my hand reaching for my own clitoris watching him shift into high gear. 
    I found that perfect pearl with my index finger and rubbed it rapidly as he pounded in and out of her reaching around to grab her breast kneading it roughly.  The dark heat spread quickly throughout my pussy as my stomach tightened and I felt moistness behind my knees as my body quickly became hot and he stopped as she pushed off him and turned to kiss him, his large, curved angrily red tipped penis sliding up her naval as she kissed him and, once again, he dipped his head to her nipple as he came, exploding all over her torso, dripping slowly down…
    And then I came in a quiet, personal explosion, fluttering my eyes closed briefly and exhaling without sound. 
    Using my left hand I scrolled back to timecode 14:43, got up and replaced the magazine on the keyboard.  I looked down and saw Winston watching me in the doorway.  He seemed to shake his head and walked out disgustedly.
    Jim walked into the office as I headed out.
    “Why is my monitor on?” he asked.
    “I tossed that magazine on they keyboard and BAM!  Jim’s porn once again.”
    “There is nothing wrong with a man watching a little porn.”
    “ No.” I said pointedly.  “There is nothing wrong with a LITTLE porn.” 
    “Whatever.  I got out a bottle of wine.  Ready to talk?”
    “I have to use the bathroom first.” I said and then I walk out into our bathroom and sat on the toilet to wipe myself dry.  Then I washed my hands looking at myself in the mirror taking in the high cheekbones and the dark hair which had been compared to Kate Middleton’s at the salon earlier that day as I got my grays covered.  The long layers were perfect finally after growing out a horrible test drive of bangs.  The signs of my aging were completely covered up well with concealer under my eyes and a bit of white eyeliner on the insides of my eyes to brighten them up.  As always I fake smiled into the mirror to practice my look for pictures and interviews tomorrow.  Then, I dried my hands and squirted some good smelling hand cream into my hands as I walked down to the kitchen to talk to my bad boy husband who loved porn probably more than he loved me.
     
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    When I walked into the kitchen, Jim had poured two glasses of wine and was already sitting at the kitchen table drinking his.  I picked mine up from the massive kitchen island and walked to the table sitting across from him. 
    “Do you have the conference packet so we can go over what you want me to focus on?”
    “No.  I don’t really want to talk about that first.  I have something else we need to discuss and well, I thought it was best to do so before you went out of town so you’d have time to think about it.”
    “Okay.  What’s up?”  I took a sip of my wine.  “Mmmm…this is good.  Is this from this month’s Amazon delivery?” I looked at the wine bottle and read the label.  It was a 2009 Keller Estate La Cruz Pinot Noir.
    “Yes.  I’m still amazed