SWEET TOOTH

By C.

J/7, J/F,7/F

Post Endgame- 8 years

I watch my wife of eight years, Admiral Kathryn Janeway, do what she  thinks is subtle flirting. I find it very interesting she still has not realized I know her better then she knows herself. I see the way she looks at her new adjunct, memorizing every curve of her body when she walks to the  table to get another drink for the two of them. I watch Kathryn stare at the way her mouth caress her wine glass before she drinks. I also know my wife has slept with her, I can tell by the way they touch. Touches I’m very familiar with, she used them to win me. A hand in the middle of her back, fingers brushing lightly down her arm, and squeezing her hand when she thinks I’m not looking.

I watch her lead her mistress out to our deck at the back of house. I followed them close enough to see where they go   but, far enough away so they wouldn’t see me. Standing by the back door I watched my wife; the one with this so called unmovable command presence, lose all her composer in the site of

this woman. Not caring if she was caught by me or any of our guests. I watch them for a moment actually getting a little turned on by the site of my wife kissing her hard. Running her hands over creamy caramel arms down to that small waist,  pulling her closer, finally stopping at a very well rounded ass where she

indulges herself before  grabbing and squeezing,  showing her need for this beautiful creature. In fact I actually get a little jealous that Kathryn was able to say ' the hell with decorum, I know what I want and I want it now.’ I smile inwardly to myself and leave her alone with her secret, thinking while I walk back into the living area to our guests, ' oh my dear Kathryn if you only knew.'

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I arrive at her house later that evening.  I don’t think she is expecting me because of the confusion in those deep brown eyes. I say nothing to her. I close the door and grab her by her wrist and pull her close to me. So close that I feel her heart beating through her sleep shirt. I kiss her softly at first then more fiercely, letting her knew what is to come next.  I’ve learned this body well, she responds quickly, grabbing at my jacket and clothes trying to ripe them off. I pick her up and carry her upstairs and there I make her scream my name over and over again.

As I make my way back up her smooth caramel thighs, pass the flat plain of stomach, I bury my head between the soft swells of her breast and consume her chocolate drop nipples.   My tongue makes a sweet path to peach colored lips where I drown myself in their sweetness. I hear her whimper my name against my lips as she pulls me closer, I smile to myself and realize my wife is not the only one with a SWEET TOOTH.