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  The Big 4-Oh!

  An erotic short by

  BETH WYLDE

  The Big 4-Oh!copyright 2008 Beth Wylde

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Cover art ©2008 Debi Lewis

  Edited by Mychael Black

  Trade PaperbackISBN-13: 978-1-59426-717-8

  Trade Paperback ISBN-10: 1-59426-717-0

  First Print Edition –May, 2008

  Printed in the United States of America

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  Chapter One

  I kicked the front door shut with my foot and tossed my coat and purse absentmindedly across the hutch in the foyer before storming my way to the bathroom. "Who in the hell do they think they are?" I cranked on the water until it was just this side of scalding and shoved in the stopper, letting the huge garden tub fill up as I added a generous handful of bath beads in hopes of calming myself down. "Little, preppy bitches. They wouldn't know old if Father Time slapped them in the face with a walker."

  I pulled off the rest of my clothes and twisted up my long, curly mane so the heavy vanilla oil wouldn't seep into it. I caught sight of myself in the small mirror over the sink and paused to tilt my chin to the left and right in search of wrinkles or other signs of my advancing age. When I didn't find any, I felt a tiny bit better, but I was still righteously pissed about what had just transpired at my work place.

  Most of the new employees at the law firm were young, twenty-something females who were fresh out of law school. They insisted on trying to brown-nose their way into a partnership instead of actually learning their chosen profession and doing what they were paid to do. On the other hand, I was a seasoned professional earning six figures, with ten years of cases under my belt and the ability to enjoy plenty of time at home with my hubby. The new trainees were the ones who had to stay late doing the drudge work and research while I got to go home every evening at five.

  Gerald, the big boss, often used me as a prime example of what to do to win in the courtroom and it made my position as their supervisor even more difficult. They call jealousy the little green monster for a reason.

  With my fortieth birthday looming on the horizon, the girls had finally found a way to get back at me while still staying in Gerald's good graces. After all, throwing me a birthday party could hardly be considered a personal attack against me, or at least they knew Gerald wouldn't see it as such. They also knew it would anger me to no end and that's exactly the reaction they were aiming for. They figured they owed me for making them work and this would be an easy way to get revenge. They were right.

  Age isn't a big deal to most men. We women are the ones who don't like to be reminded how many years we've been walking upright on the planet. We prefer the idea of being young and vibrant forever, even if it's only an illusion. Otherwise, plastic surgeons and hair salons wouldn't be so busy all the time.

  Thinking about hair made me do a quick check on my own head to make sure none of my roots were showing. Finding my auburn curls free of gray, and satisfied that I could wait another week or so before calling my hairdresser for an appointment, I sank down into the tub. The hot water was exactly what I needed to soothe my frazzled nerves.

  I reclined against the padded backrest of the whirlpool tub and flicked on the button for the jets. The sudden swirling motion of the water mixed up the bath oil until the entire room filled with steam and the heady scent of vanilla. After a few minutes of floating, my troubles seemed even further away. I had my own ideas about how I wanted to spend my birthday next week, but I wanted to talk to Dave, my husband, about them first.

  I pulled the small tray of bath supplies closer, grabbing the shaving gel and razor first. My fingers were slippery from the oil, so I paused after spreading the cream on my legs to wipe my hands on a nearby towel. Smooth skin is very sexy; multiple nicks and cuts are not.

  I took my time, making sure that every place with unnecessary hair was shaved clean before pulling the plug out to drain the rapidly cooling water. I stepped out onto the Oriental, no-slip throw rug that bridged the gab between the tub and the shower, shivering as I turned the knob halfway to hot and jumped inside. I normally don't take a bath and a shower because I think it's a big waste of water, but I still felt sticky from the shaving gel residue and the oil. Washing my hair was on the agenda also.

  I picked up the shower head and held it downward toward the floor so the first cold blast didn't make me any colder. I held my hand in the spray until the temperature was satisfactory then hung the shower head back up in order to finish. I unpinned and scrubbed my hair first since the long auburn mass took forever to wash and condition. Once that chore was finished, the rest of the job went quickly. Within minutes I was soapy, scrubbed, and ready to rinse.

  I grabbed the shower head once again, focusing the water on my body. As I ran it over my belly and the tops of my thighs, I noticed how the gentle pulsing made my skin tingle, especially between my legs on my newly-shaved pussy. Instantly, I knew another way I could take my mind off of my disastrous day.

  Spreading my legs just a bit more, I aimed the nozzle directly where it felt the best. The hot, massaging spray worked wonders for my mood and had my clit throbbing in seconds. I leaned back against the wall and held the shower wand closer, lifting up one leg and propping it on one of the two built-in seats to allow the spray better access.

  I slid one hand down to join the water, holding myself open as I slipped in first one finger then another. The combination of the water outside and my fingers within was startling and almost more than I could stand. Within moments, my hips started moving of their own accord. I was so close to climax I could almost taste it. I knew since it had been a while that the end result would be extra sweet. My mouth opened on a groan.

  "Yes, oh yes," I moaned, my body eagerly approaching the point of no return. In another minute or so, I'd be there.

  Suddenly the frosted doors opened. My husband stood there watching me with a big smile on his face. Apparently he'd been there for quite a while, but I'd been too occupied to notice. In fact, I hadn't even heard him come in.

  I screamed and dropped the shower head in the process. The thing swung backwards, spinning on its cord and shooting water all over everything, including Dave. I reached out and turned the water off as fast as I could, but it still wasn't quick enough. My husband looked like a drowned rat, albeit a very nicely dressed one. I expected him to be mad or irritated, but he still had the same big Cheshire Cat grin on his face that he'd had when he first opened the door. I knew something was up.

  "How about a little warning next time?" I
frowned. "What if I'd been shaving? I could have cut my leg off…" I paused to drop my foot back down on the tile and turn sideways so he could get a better look at the maintenance I'd just performed. "…or hurt something even more precious."

  His gaze immediately drifted from my face to the shiny pink skin between my legs. "We definitely wouldn't want that to happen." He reached out and ran his fingers lightly over the super soft area. I gasped as he touched me tenderly, bringing denied nerve endings screaming back to life.

  I was close to begging. "Do it harder." The look on his face was one of awe and I knew this wouldn't be my last time going bare. I'd definitely be checking into some laser hair removal or waxing in the near future.

  He finally pulled back, after treating my clit to some up close and personal attention, and grabbed two towels off the rack nearby. I huffed out the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding as he handed one to me and wrapped the other around his neck for himself after shucking off his dripping shirt.

  Now I was really skeptical and quite a bit irritated as well. It wasn't like Dave to tease me and then stop. "What's the deal?"

  He finally tore his gaze away from my pussy and looked up at my face. "Huh? What do you mean?"

  "It's Friday evening." I glanced out the oval window situated above the tub. "The sun hasn't even gone down. You're home extremely early and you're way too calm about the fact that your entire outfit, including your favorite Gucci loafers, are soaking wet. You're not even trying to avoid the big puddle of water you're currently floating in."

  "What?" Dave finally glanced down at the floor, cursing as he realized that his shoes and the rug were a lost cause. "Damn." He shrugged and kicked the offending items off across the room. "Oh, well. I can always get new shoes." He reached out and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me flush against his damp chest and the wet pants that were now molded against his lower body. "But you're one of a kind." He leaned down and ran his lips across my shoulder, pausing to sniff my skin. "God, you smell good." His tongue flicked out against my neck. "You taste good, too. Just like sugar cookies."

  Before he could get me any hotter, I needed to finish my interrogation. "You never answered my question."

  "What question?" His fingers were toying with the top of the towel where it was tied above my breasts.

  "What are you doing home so early? You usually work until at least eight or nine on Friday evenings and you always come home grouchy. What do you have planned that I don't know about?"

  He tried prying apart the knot, but I gripped it tighter until we were fighting it out tug-of-war style. He sighed as he let go, realizing I wasn't giving up anything until I got the information I wanted. "When did you become such a hard ass?"

  I laughed at the teasing tone in his voice. "Twenty years ago when you married me; you love every minute of it. You wouldn't know what to do with a docile and proper lady. You need me to help keep you on your toes."

  He nodded as he dried himself off as much as possible. When he pulled the towel off his head, I had to smile. The combination of the water and the humidity had curled his shaggy, dark hair into a tousled mess that just brushed his shoulders. It made him look very young and lent him an air of mischief that fit his personality to a 'T'. "Yeah, you're probably right. Would it help matters any if I told you I bought you a present?" "Hm, it might. What did you bring me?" He shuffled off toward our bedroom, dropping his damp towel in a heap on the tile. "Come see. The package is on the bed."

  Chapter Two

  The box on the bed was a rather large rectangle with a big red bow holding it shut. I immediately forgot about the clothing on the bathroom floor that I'd have to pick up later. The signature on the ribbon made me even happier since it came from a very high-end lingerie store that Dave knew I liked. I was on the bed and tearing open the box in seconds. What I found was definitely not what I'd expected. For one thing, the outfit inside was more of a costume than a piece of lingerie, and it was much more risqué than what I usually wore to bed. It looked like something that should come with a leash rather than what I might slip on for a hot night at home with my hubby. I laid it out to get the full effect and let Dave know my apprehensions about it. "What is this?" I held up the outfit against my chest. The black, two-piece ensemble, with the multiple silver straps and chains that hung off the bustier and skirt, made my pale skin look even paler in comparison.

  Being stuck inside a courtroom all day ensured I was seriously deprived of sunlight. The lack of UV rays kept me pretty pale, but my skin was healthier because of it. Besides, I've never been a big fan of the deep-fried look. My light complexion was one reason that most of the clothing I owned was in pastel colors. I felt like I belonged at a funeral when I wore black.

  Apparently Dave didn't mind me looking like Casper. As I looked up, I caught sight of the very large tent in his damp khakis and the hungry look on his face. "It's for you." "I know that, but what am I supposed to do with it?" "Put it on." I laid it back in the box. "Okay." I stood up to go grab my robe, but before I got very far, Dave reached out and gently took hold of my upper arm. "Now. I want you to put it on now." I knew the look on my face was one of surprise. "Okay.

  There is definitely something strange going on. Spill it." Dave, who is normally very laid back and seldom demanding, sighed and sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him in a silent request for me to sit down, too. He looked altogether too serious, which worried me quite a bit. We sat there in silence for several minutes until he finally turned to me and took my hands in his. "Do you think we have a good marriage?"

  I stiffened. "You do remember I'm a divorce attorney, right?"

  He gave our clasped hands a gentle squeeze. "I'm not talking about separating. I love you. I can't imagine my life without you in it." "What are you trying to say then?" "I'm not sure how to start." He huffed out a breath. "Do you remember that talk we had about a year ago about our sex life? How we seem to be quite a bit wilder than most of the other couples we know?"

  I nodded. "Yeah. We've always been a bit crazier than most people anyway, so it's no big shocker we get a little more inventive in bed."

  He chuckled lightly. "That's true. We have done some pretty kinky stuff."

  The tension in my shoulders eased as I thought about some of the places and positions we'd experimented with in the past. "I think my favorite is still our honeymoon and the elevator incident."

  His breathing sped up slightly and I could tell by the far away look in his eyes that he was picturing the entire event in his mind. "That was some of the best sex we've ever had. The risk of being caught added a hint of danger that made it even better. You looked so good dressed in your little skirt and blouse, and when we went out to eat and you told me you didn't have any panties on, I couldn't wait to get you back to our room and fuck you senseless. I stayed hard through our entire dinner. Then I finally convinced you to go back to the hotel and you kept flashing me in the elevator. I just couldn't take it anymore. I hit the stop button and pushed you up against the wall…"

  He let go of my hands and started to stroke my thigh as he talked. "It was over so fast. I came the minute I put my dick inside you."

  I laughed lightly. "I'll never forget the security guard's face. He thought we were so sweaty and shaky because we were both having a panic attack over getting stuck. He had no clue we'd actually stopped the elevator ourselves so we could screw like bunnies."

  His hand slid another inch higher. "Then we went back to our suite and did it for the next three days straight. I think we stopped occasionally to sleep and eat, but that was it."

  I shook my head. "We ate, but I'm not sure we ever really did get any rest."

  "You always dressed so provocatively around me. Every time I saw you, my brain went on vacation and my cock took over. You were hot as hell then and you're hot as hell now."

  His fingertips played gently in the crease that separated my upper leg from more private parts. I soaked up the praise, spreading my legs apart in invitatio
n as he continued to reminisce. "I especially love those sexy suits you wear to work now. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were getting ready to turn thirty instead of forty."

  I pushed my pelvis upwards and his hand slid the last few inches until he brushed against my sex. I rotated my hips slightly sideways, forcing his hand to part my lips until his finger was stroking my clit. "That feels so good."

  He looked down to see what I was talking about with a shocked look on his face, as if he'd been so busy with his memories he truly hadn't realized what he was doing to me. Thankfully, though, he didn't quit. Being stopped on the verge of one orgasm was somewhat forgivable, but being halted a second time would be a good reason to inflict grievous bodily harm. I was still beyond curious about the reason for the outfit, but I needed to finish too badly to worry about it at the moment. I'd question him again afterwards.

  He stepped up the pace with a little more pressure. "That is so sexy."

  I moaned in agreement. In response, he let go of my other hand and pulled my right leg up and onto his lap, spreading me wide for easier access and sliding two fingers as deep inside me as he could reach. "Do you remember Dani?"

  "The woman that you and Craig worked with a couple years ago? The butch lesbian we tried to hook Candice up with?

  "That's the one. Craig and I were chatting about something rather personal this evening when Dani came by to visit."

  I swiveled my hips and he slid in a third finger. It was getting harder and harder to think, much less form a coherent reply. "So?"

  "She and her girlfriend are planning to open up a new club in a few months called Broad Horizons. It's a specialty GLBT BDSM club. She stopped by to offer you a special invitation. She thought you and Candice might like to come to the big opening night celebration." "So that's where the outfit comes in?" "Not really. I politely declined for you. I know you're not into all that whips and chains and domination stuff, though if I'm wrong, I still have the invitation. You and Candice are free to go to the opening with my blessing." "You wouldn't mind?" He shook his head. "I know you're a very sexual person. It's one of the things I love about you. I also know you haven't been with another woman since you married me and that's something I can't do for you." "You're very understanding." He shrugged. "I try to be..." His voice was soft as he bent down next to my ear and whispered as he kept up the slow torture. "But right now, I need you to come for me so I can fuck you."