Unexpected Ride: A Heated Encounter

Bria was mid-laugh when she noticed her husband, Ryan, parked in the drive outside her office and waiting for her. She could not hide her shocked expression as she quickly said goodbye to her coworker, Mark, who had seen her standing alone and stopped to chat. How did I not notice him? She wondered to herself as she hurried inside the passenger side of her husband’s black Range Rover. How long has he been sitting there watching us?

One glance at Ryan’s face and Bria knew that he was pissed at her. She bent over to kiss his clenched jawline then lightly rubbed off the strawberry pink satin left on his cheek. No matter how many times she tried to make him believe that she had no interest in Mark, just the sight of him with her still got him fuming. “You may not have an interest in him, but he has an interest in you,” he would always say. “It takes two, babe,” she’d reply. “Nothing will happen. Like I said, I have no interest.” “Bria, you don’t know men,” Ryan would sigh, after which the conversation would dissolve. She understood why Ryan felt uneasy about Mark, but by now, she thought he should realize nothing would happen between the two of them. There was just the slightest, most insignificant hiccup that happened three years ago at the office Christmas party under a sprig of mistletoe. After that, Ryan wanted her to have nothing to do with Mark—an impossible task because he worked alongside her on most of their firm’s marketing projects. “How was your day?” Bria asked, attempting to lighten up the mood. “Good,” he said, almost inaudibly. “And the house showing?” she asked, remembering that he had put in a lot of effort preparing for the last few days. “Good.” He barely mumbled the word as he turned his head in her direction to take the corner yet avoided eye contact. She hated it when he gave her the cold shoulder, and he knew it. It usually took him hours, even days, before he finally forced himself to simply open up to her or vent. She felt a building frustration within her at the way he handled things. She hadn’t done anything to warrant such treatment. Ignoring his behavior, Bria went into a one-sided monologue about her day at work. “We finally put the finishing touch on the graphics we’ve been working on,” she said as she rubbed her shoulders and moved her head in a slow circle, feeling the sense of relief as her neck muscles eased out. “Uh, I feel so relieved! I was afraid it would drag on longer since the team couldn’t seem to agree on any one format.” Bria rested her hand on his thigh near his groin and lightly stroked while she continued talking. “Meggy finally decided that the turquoise was a better choice than the dodger blue. Can you believe that, for three weeks, we argued about which blue makes a better presentation for a diaper campaign?” Bria laughed softly. “Oh, I am so glad it is almost over. Tomorrow we wrap up loose ends, and out it goes.” Bria glanced at Ryan’s face. What a determined man. He had the stoniest expression in his stubbornness to keep his cold-shouldered disposition. She removed her hand from his lap and began unbuttoning her white button-up slowly and deliberately. “So, what would you like for dinner?” She drawled the question as she unfastened a button with each word, exposing the sheer black bra with lace trimmings that cupped her voluptuous breasts. After she married Ryan, her body had bloomed all over. At first, her new weight gain made her feel uncomfortable, and she complained about it all the time. Her husband, however, loved it. He could not keep his hands off her. When they made love, he explored every curve, fold, and crevice in a way that made her grow to love her new body. Still, she exercised every once in a while to keep the curves in place and her endorphins high. Ryan finally turned to face her, and his eyes dropped to linger on her breasts before returning to the road. But his crotch had already tightened with his erection. “What do you want for dinner, Ryan?” She repeated, waiting for his response. He turned to look at her again, then back at the road, and cleared his throat. She could sense the debate in his head over continuing to build up his brick wall versus getting in tune with the new rhythm. “Whatever you planned is fine with me,” he finally said. At least he got more than one word out. Bria slipped down her floral midi pencil skirt to reveal the matching sheer panties that left nothing to the imagination. Ryan gave a quick double-take. “What are you doing, babe,” he said and rolled up the tinted windows. “You know how much I hate it when you give me the cold shoulder, so I am shamelessly warming you up,” she said and placed her hand back on his lap, stroking it while her other hand fondled her right breast. The air inside the Range Rover had become electric. Ryan’s desire to join his wife was so intense, he wondered if he should find a spot along the way to their house or floor it to get to the house as fast as they could. Bria pulled her right breast from the cup of the delicate bra and began playing with her already taut nipple, relaxing into the tiny pleasurable waves pulsating through her body and down to her clit. She could feel the moistness between her legs, where the lace fabric of her panty teased her skin. Then the left breast got the same treatment, lifted from its lovely cage and caressed, and its nipple pinched and twirled between her fingers. She removed her hand from his throbbing groin and rubbed her moist clit through see-through lace covering it. Quiet moans of ecstasy escaped her lips as she enjoyed the flood of warm sensations. Ryan couldn’t go another second without placing his hands on his wife. With her eyes closed, she hadn’t noticed that he’d parked the SUV in the parking lot of a shopping mall not too far from their home. When Ryan’s tongue first stroked her nipple, her breath hitched at the rising intensity of sensations. He greedily sucked her breasts and bit her nipples, sending painful prickles of pleasure down her spine. By now, Bria’s panty was slipped to the side, her juices running down her legs as Ryan stroked between her moist, delicately silky folds. Her hands cupped Ryan’s head as it alternated from right breast to left, sharing the pleasure-pain between them. “Ah,” she gasped as his fingers invaded her walls with a quick thrust. He kept them deep and massaged with his fingers as she writhed in rising, delicious pleasure. “Oooo….” she moaned in sheer bliss, her head thrown back, not caring of who could overhear her in the tightly packed parking lot. Bria’s hands went up and down his broad, musclebound back, as she enjoyed every sensation surging along the expanse of her skin. At this point, she had lost awareness of her surroundings, and her moans got louder and louder. She opened her legs wider and raised her body, wanting more, but Ryan kept his hand steady and teased her from the inside with his rhythmic finger strokes. SMACK! Bria felt Ryan’s hand flat on her ass. She could tell that he was holding himself back from hitting her hard enough to cause her pain, but he used enough force to give deep pleasure. “You never listen,” he said, getting up from his knees. “I know what you need.” He thrust into her with one deep, unexpected stroke, sending shockwaves through her body. She lost her balance, but he held her in place with his arm. Bria gasped in shock at how fast he kept thrusting inside her. She moaned and cried out. He never stopped. His intense desire ravaged her from the inside out, leaving her weak, more engulfed in passion with each stroke. Bria held herself steady, her black stilettos firmly planted on the floor—to keep her from falling from his quick thrusts and to let him know that she could handle it. She could hear him moan as his warmth erupted inside her and dripped down her legs. He pulled out of her, panting, and turned her around to kiss her deeply, their sweaty bodies pressed together. “I love you,” he said. “I never want to see you talking to him again.” “I love you too.” She decided to ignore the totally unnecessary comment and instead bask in the afterglow. The lights dimmed and the scent of chocolate and vanilla filled the air. The mall was alive with shoppers, but for Bria and Ryan, it felt like their own private sanctuary. As they left the mall, Ryan pulled Bria closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. She leaned into his embrace, savoring the moment. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of love and desire.

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