Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Lilia threw herself on the bed, muffling an irritated cry into her pillow. Whoever the mystery texter was, they had succeeded in getting under Lilas skin, and the knowledge made her angry. How could she let this happen? She was normally so calm and rational she was quite embarrassed about how she reacted tonight. She wanted to go after Tom, to apologize for overreacting, to admit what had her so rattled. But he was so angry, going to him now would only make things worse. The fury in his eyes, it made her blood run cold. He obviously had to get away from her before he let his anger erupt once more. At least he was home. Whatever had her so fearful earlier this night could be pushed to the back of her mind. He might not share her bed tonight, but having him home made her feel safer. So she fell into a fretful sleep, and when she awoke, Tom had already left for work. It was a disappointment, but to be expected, given the fight, So she ate a small breakfast and dressed for the day, throwing herself headfirst into work, as was her normal coping mechanism when life was stressful. Lila devoted the first couple of hours of the morning to working up the profile, knowing the best way to win Tom back was to help him with the case currently occupying his mind. Once she was finished, she built up the courage to reach out to her husband. Hey Hun, I finished that psych profile you needed. I can email it, if you like. Or bring it by, if you wanted to see me. She got up to stretch her legs, and refill her tea, returning to hear the message tone form her phone going off. Even if Tom was still mad at her, he was committed to his job, and part of that included her. Hey babe, now isnt a good time, but Ill check it out later. Thanks again. Lila sighed. He didnt seem so mad, but was still avoiding her. Maybe he needed more space. Maybe he needed that more than she needed the comfort and assurance from him. She weigh her options for a bit, before send off another text. I want to apologize about last night. Obviously, we are both stressed out over work, and it came out at a bad time. I just missed you, last night. She sipped at her tea, looking over the words on the screen, revising and rewriting the text several times until she hit just the tone she wanted to convey. Understanding, but not deferential. Compassionate, but not passive. She still wasnt sure she was supposed to apologize first, but her desire to put the fight behind them was winning out over her pride. Tom was stubborn, and she didnt want to wait a couple days for him to get the nerve to say sorry. So she hit send. She put the phone down, giving herself a chance to distract herself on Facebook, mindlessly scrolling over her feed. She was surprised to hear her phone go off again, so quickly. How much did you miss me? It wasnt an apology, but it brought a smile to her face none the less. Flirtation from a man who rarely flirts was always a welcome diversion. I was cold and lonely all night. I missed your arms around me. She could hardly put her phone down, before the next message came up. What are you wearing? She could feel herself blush, smirking to herself at Toms unexpected forwardness. Maybe that was why he was so mad? Looking forward to coming home to see her all day, only to find her scared and angry when he got home. A girl could dream, couldnt she? A white button up and a black pencil skirt. You? And underneath? He didnt respond to her inquiry. He must have had something in mind, some goal he was driving towards. She found that she liked him like this, forceful and determined. So she stoked the fires some. Lacy black bra and panties. Cant wait to let you see them. Send me a picture. She hesitated, for a moment. This wasnt like Tom. This wasnt the stern and serious man she married. But, he was a man, wasnt he? With needs and urges, just like any other? Maybe this is what they needed. What he needed. Some sexy surprise from his wife, to get him eager and excited to see her this evening. Get him primed to ravish her the moment he walks through the door. So she unbuttoned her top, letting it fall open to expose the push up bra she wore, holding her breasts together to create a pleasing valley of cleavage for him to enjoy. She took a couple pictures, and sent him the best one, surprised by her own brazenness. Very nice. And the panties? She could feel her heart racing at this request. Biting her lips, debated it in her mind for a minute, and slipped out of her skirt. The panties were tiny little things, revealing more than they covered, highlight the curve of her ass and the width of her hips. She took the picture from a couple angles, and sent him a few, so he could enjoy every inch of her body. She could hope he would return the favor this evening. I want you so bad babe. Maybe I could see more of you? The text brought a proud smile to her face. She knew Tom loved and desired her, but it was nice to hear, or read in this case, every now again. The thought of Tom, alone in his office, looking at naughty pictures of her and getting aroused made her own arousal build. It got in the way of her better sense, as she slipped out of her blouse and bra, taking pictures of her bare breasts, the nipples erect in obvious desire. She him a couple, feeling her body grow hot at the thought he was getting as turned as she was. Touch yourself. Touch yourself while you think of me. Lila bit her lip at this last invitation, the demanding nature of it, thrilling her more than she could have anticipated. She hardly wasted any time, stripping off her panties, leaning back in her desk chair and letting her hands explore the smooth planes of her body. It was a bit awkward, to hold the phone in position, while he fingers worked at her hungry slit, but she made it work, capturing several picture of herself masturbating for her husband. A few full body ones, her head thrown back in bliss, breasts heaving in pleasure, hands playing at her sex. She even got a few up close ones, where he could see her slim digits teasing her clit and sliding into her cunt. She sent him all of the pictures, not shy about letting him know how much she was enjoying this game between them. You look so good baby. Call me, Ill send it to voice mail. I want to hear you come. She built up a rhythm, closing her eyes and fantasizing that Tom came home early, lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom. He would throw he down on the bed, hold her wrists down as he kissed her neck and mouth, pinning her down with his body. He would tear off his own clothes, engulf her mouth in a hungry kiss as he shoved himself in her, fucking her hard and raw with the craving that had built up between them. This was not a tender, gentle love making. This was a needy fuck, an animalistic yearning to feel skin against skin, to reconnect after the tension of their fight. They wouldnt even speak, just grunt and moan and sigh their shared pleasure, until they were spent, sweaty and tired and sore. Lila was fucking herself hard now, fumbling over her phone as she tried to fulfill his request. She held back as moans as the phone rang, waiting until his voicemail message came up to lose herself in the act. The sound of the message tone was a signal for her whole body to find its release. She cried out her climax, an emotional response as much as physical, calling out his name in breathy rasps, as her body shivered in euphoria. She stayed on the line for a few moment as she finished, just breathing hard as she came down from her orgasm. Im waiting for you, babe. And she hung up the call.