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Tossing my purse and panty bag on the dresser, I kick off my shoes and change into my yoga pants and tank, then set off to the kitchen to start dinner.

“Smells good,” Shayne says as he steps into the room.

“Less than fifteen minutes it will be ready. Go get changed while I finish up here.”

He comes and gives me my usual kiss on the cheek. “Think I’ll jump in the shower, we played extra hard today.” Shayne yanks his shirt off and heads towards the bathroom.

Plating our food I head to the table.

“VANESSA! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?” Shayne screams.

Startled I drop the plates and run to the bedroom only to stop dead at the door, when I see Shayne standing there holding the pair of crotch-less panties in one hand and a package in the other. I slowly step forward to get a better look. OH SHIT! Ben-Wa Balls! Where did those come from?

“Where the fuck did you go today!?” He scolds me.

“There’s no need to cuss at me, Shayne! I was with Brytney, she stopped at that store on our way home. She bought the panties as a joke and as for the other thing I have no clue where they came from. The cashier must have put them in the wrong bag.”

“There is every reason to fucking cuss! I will not have my fiance going into places like that! How many times have I told you Brytney is, and always will be, a bad influence! How Jack puts up with her fucked up ways, I’ll never know.”

“You know what Shayne, for one Brytney does not influence me; secondly she is a big part of my life, whether you like it or not!”

“Listen, I know she was there for you when you lost your parents, but I can’t imagine your mom and dad approving of you being around someone as reckless as her.

“STOP! Just stop right there! My parents loved Brytney, as they did me. So don’t you dare try to tell me what they would or would not approve of. I’ll give the bag back to Brytney tomorrow. The panties were a joke, I would never wear them and as I said the other thing was apparently put in the wrong bag. Now I’m going back to clean up the mess I made when you went into a panic over nothing!”

I sit silently through dinner, barely picked at my food. No fiance of his! Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m a grown woman, not a child. Not that I would ever say that to him.

Lying on my side, I push myself next to Shayne; pressing my ass into him…I can feel his erection. I reach my hand behind me and slowly stroke him; he moans but remains sleeping. Turning to face him I grasp his cock harder and start sliding my hand from his base to the tip of his head

“Harder baby, that’s it, take it all.” He says in his sleep.

Yanking my hand away, Where did that come from, he’s never talked like that with me before. My sudden movement snaps him awake, he pulls the covers over his waist.

“Vanessa, what are you doing!?”

“I’m sorry, I just thought I would wake you up in a different way this morning.” I start to move closer to him rolling back to my side I press myself into him. He pushes me away and turns me onto my back to slide on top of me. He presses a kiss to my lips.

“No baby, this is how we make love.”

Here I am, on the bottom again. Shayne slightly parts my legs just enough to fit between then slides his cock in. Slowly pushing all the way in. In… out… in… out… slow… steady no grinding, no thrusting. It feels good it always has, but I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he moved faster, if he were to grind deeper into me, if he turned me over onto my hands and knees. Would I enjoy it? Would he? Before I know it he’s rolling off of me.

“Love you, baby.”

“Love you too.”