Stars Shining in your eyes

I turned my back to Beth and grabbed the cloth I had wiped my hands on earlier. I cleaned up the blood from my hands and then dabbed at my mouth and chin. It was very tender.
“Do you know how late I stayed up last night? I was worried sick about you.” Beth asked me with tears streaming down her face. “I had no idea if something had happened to you or not. And I received not so much as a call from you!”
“Come in, have a seat,” I said. I shut the door behind her and locked it as she went over to the recliner. “I had a really busy and really late night. I did not even make it out of here until almost four this morning. Right at closing time this girl showed up who had been attacked in the alley behind us. I called the police and they came out and took her statement. By the time all was said and done it was very late. I did not want to wake you by calling and letting you know what was going on, or by sliding into bed when I arrived home at that time, so I opted to stay here for the night.”
Not the exact truth, but not exactly a lie either. I had only hoped she would accept that.
She stood up and came over to me, wrapped me in her arms and began to kiss my cheek, working her way to my mouth. Aroused, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, all the while thoughts of Kayla I mean Kay, running wildly through my head.
Apparently Beth had needed some attention, because she was ravenous and began unbuttoning my shirt after she had removed my coat and vest. Without needing any prompting I began working her out of her clothes, as well.
My mind whirled with emotions and thoughts about what Kay might look like with nothing but the sunshine on her naked body. Better yet, the moonlight. Or candle light. I had become so enraptured in my thoughts that I started believing it was real. I looked at my wife and saw Kay.
As soon as we were both stark naked my wife took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Out of habit I closed the door behind us.

I took Beth in my arms, pulling her against me, my arousal pressing into her. She let out a moan as her head tipped back, her mouth falling open. I leaned in, lightly kissing her neck. For me this wasn’t my 41 year old wife, but Kay, the beautiful young girl who had wandered into my life and jumpstarted my soul again.
Beth pulled my head into her as I inched lower toward her breasts. I have always loved my wife’s tits, and especially now imagining they belonged to little Kay.
Another moan escaped her lips, followed by a tiny giggle. I doubled my efforts as I reached a nipple and began sucking on it, moving with my teeth and flicking my tongue rapidly across it. I felt my wife spread her legs as she took one of my hands and placed it between her thighs. The heat from her core came up to me my hand as she pressed it firmly inside her moist entrance, and by now my cock was as hard as a rock. I wondered how fast Kay must feel and what it would be like to touch and taste her young body.
My hunger grew within me, and I kissed my way down Beth’s body as her back arched. I knew what I wanted, she knew where I was going. My lips and my warm breath cascaded over her flesh as my head moved between her thighs and my tongue began it’s assault on her clit. I added two fingers to the mix, slipping them inside her at lightning speed. My thoughts of Kay consumed me, and I was determined to make this fantasy feel as real as possible. I wanted her to cum against my face so hard. My hunger, my desire was ravenous, and I could feel her body convulsing.
“Oh, Mike,” I heard her whisper hoarsely. “What’s gotten into you? Oh, fuck yes, Baby!” Her hands pressed hard against the back of my head, seeking greater friction between us as my mouth and fingers continued to work her over. Moments later I was rewarded for my effort and she squirted all over my face and in my mouth. I drank as much of her sweet nectar as I could manage as her body convulsed. Once she relaxed, I climbed up between her legs, staring into her eyes, desperately wishing they were the eyes of Kayla. I grinned as I guided my cock to her entrance and slid inside. She arched her back again, closing her eyes and moaning. I leaned over her, capturing her lips in mine as I began to thrust with more vigor that ever before. Again she noticed how much enthusiasm I put into it today and broke the kiss to say so. I continued assaulting her body with mine, bringing us both to the point of orgasm quicker than ever before. I laid there with a cigarette in my hand while Beth snuggled up to me, her head lay on my chest, her left leg tossed over mine.
“I do not care for these long hours of yours,” she exclaimed. “I would give anything to have you home with me at night.”
I looked at her face (she really was a beautiful woman). “Somebody needs to run the lounge, and I do not really want anyone else doing it.” I took a puff on my cigarette, blew it up into the air.
“I told you about my doctor appointment yesterday,” she said as she stroked my chest.
“How did it go?” I asked.
She started to tear up. “Mikey, the doctor says I will never have kids.” Then she buried her face in my chest and cried.
I did not know what to say. I stubbed out my cigarette and began caressing her back. Here I was, a married man with a wife who could not bare children, and until this moment my mind was elsewhere. What kind of a human being was I?
“Are you sure?” I asked foolishly.
She looked up at me, eyes red from crying. “Am I…” She paused a moment. “Of course, I am sure. I heard the doctor plain as day.”
I pushed myself up until my back was resting against the headboard. I pulled her up to me and held her tightly in my arms. This was a very big deal; I would never have children, never be able to pass on the family name, never be able to see a Falcone take over this business after I retired. Kay flashed into my mind for just a moment. Would that be a possibility? A surrogate? Would she even agree to something of this magnitude?
There was a sudden knock at the door and my heart caught in my throat. This can’t be happening, I thought. Beth immediately caught on to my apprehension.
“Is something wrong?” She asked as she looked at me. I looked into her eyes and saw pain and anger flaring up. She knows, I told myself.
I swung my legs out of bed and quickly grabbed my pants, sliding into them. “I just wasn’t expecting anybody,” I said, which wasn’t a lie. If Beth hadn’t shown up here I would be home already. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on as I went to answer the door.
I took a deep breath and turned the knob, slowly opening the door.
“Nicole,” I said with a hint of surprise in my voice. “What can I do for you?”
She smiled at me. “Mr. Falcone, Mrs. Falcone,” she nodded toward my wife who had followed me to the door unawares. “I was passing by on my way to the market when I noticed your vehicle here. I never see you around before 5, so I thought I’d come check and see if everything was alright.”
My wife wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. “Everything is peachy,” I said, intertwining my fingers in Beth’s. “Thank you for your concern.”
She smiled again, somewhat awkwardly. “Okay then, I will see you at work tonight.” And she turned and walked off.
I shut the door and turned to my wife, grabbing her face in my hands and kissing her hard. We stood there kissing passionately for several minutes before she pulled away with a grin on her face.
“What?” I said.
Her eyes were glistening, beautiful as she shook her head, her grin widening. I chided myself for having feelings for another girl, a young girl. “Nothing,” she said with a wink and walked back to the bedroom.
“That was not a ‘nothing’ kind of grin,” I said, following her into the other room. “What wicked schemes are you concocting in that brain of yours?”
Her grin was bigger now, and she dropped the sheet that was wrapped around her body. “Mr. Falcone,” she said in a very good imitation of Nicole’s voice, slowly moving toward me. “Make love to me. But don’t tell your wife I have a crush on you!”
I blushed. “No, uh-uh. I am a happily married man,” I said to my wife. But I couldn’t hide my excitement.
She looked down and bit her bottom lip. “But Mr. Falcone,” she said as she came up to me. “Your body says otherwise.” She began gently rubbing my cock through my pants.
I pulled away from her. “Are you…are you serious?” I asked her.
“Hey, it’s ok,” she said. “She has a crush on you. It’s written all over her face. But you come home to me, so I know nothing will…” And that’s when her face got real serious. “You WERE alone last night, yes?”
I rolled my eyes, clearly uncomfortable and trying to hide the truth. “Of course,” I lied. “I told you why I stayed here last night.” I began gathering my things. “Just get dressed. It’s time to go.”