Before she married a choir boy, Michaela had prided herself on being a good liar. Her husband Jake hadn't tried to convert her from being a lapsed Catholic, nor did he wear her down with platitudes from his Episcopalian journey, but he was sweet. Every time she lied, and he found out, he looked a little heartbroken around the eyes. Avoiding that look had ruined her deception skills.

She wondered how he would feel when he found out that bad lies were going to keep him from getting fucked that night.

Michaela was a month from finishing her PhD, after which she would finally be free of commuting back and forth from Louisiana to Alabama where Jake lived. Six weekends in a row, something had prevented them both from bridging the distance. Work had made her cancel a flight, so Jake had flown in Wednesday night to stay through Friday. Thursday, she was supposed to have joined him at a private hideaway on the Bayou. However it was Friday morning, and Michaela was stuck in the ladies room of her university office, trying to figure a way out of a ten o'clock appointment that her teaching assistant, Trisha, couldn't seem to cancel.

Locked in a stall, Michaela stared at the toilet. She had already faked a stomach ache, which had led Trisha to the cheerful suspicion that Michaela was pregnant, and that wasn't a reason to go home. Michaela had tried to make herself look pale, but caking makeup on her face had only made her look like a clown. Her new plan was to make a coffee run and come back limping.

She looked down at the shoes that she wore with a blue circle skirt, and tried to figure a way to twist her ankle in ballet flats. "Oh! Fall out of the shoe." She stepped out of the stall and practiced scrunching up her toes so that the flat would slip off of her heel. It worked, but she stubbed her toe in the process.

Annoyed, Michaela hobbled to her office and walked up to Trisha's desk. "Going for a coffee run. Want anything?"

"I'll go," Trisha offered, and stood up.

"No! I need some fresh air. I could be pregnant, remember?"

Trisha waved that off. "I got it. Your ten o'clock is here early."

"Shit!"

Trisha gaped at her.

Michaela flushed. "It's just that I don't feel well. I think I'm coming down with dog flu. Bird flu?" She floundered under her assistant's blank stare, and finally rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Great. Go get the coffee. Thanks."

Michaela accepted a file about the meeting, which was with some VIP who wanted to sponsor her summer tutoring program. Once again, she had to blame Jake for turning her into the kind of person who didn't blow off needy kids to get laid. Michaela pretended to read until Trisha disappeared, then she pulled out her phone and called her husband.

Jake answered on the first ring. "Hey, Sweet-tart."

"I'm sorry. I swear I'm on the way. I just have a quick meeting, then I will be there with bells on." She scraped her auburn curls from her face. "Are you naked? Send me some pictures. That'll get me worked up on the way, and it'll be straight sex until your flight. I'm coming with you. I don't care what it costs, then I'll fly back—"

"Michaela," Jake laughingly interrupted her. "There's no need for all that. You don't have a meeting."

"I don't?"

"No. Check in your office."

Brow raised, Michaela crossed to her office door and opened it. She saw her hunky husband reclined in her desk chair.

Jake waved, and hung up his cell phone. "If the mountain wont come to Mohammed..."

Michaela ran to him and jumped on his lap. She grabbed a fistful of his blonde hair and kissed his pillowy lips. "I'm so sorry." Her hungry mouth sucked and bit at his. "I wasn't trying to blow you off, I swear," she said between kisses. "There's just so much to do to finish my program."

"I know." His big hand gathered her closer across his khaki clad thighs. "Well, I figured that out. I can't say that I didn't get pissy, all alone in bed last night."

"Sorry. It was so late when I got off work, and—"

"Sweet-tart, it's fine." Jake's drawl was lush with approval of her contrition. "I wouldn't have wanted you driving to the Bayou at that hour anyway." His hands crushed her curls to her tawny cheeks, to hold her mouth still so that he could look at her. "Instead of trying to take you away from this, I should have just gone to your apartment. So I'm sorry."

Michaela melted. "You're way too sweet to me." She threw her arms around his neck, and gloried in the feel of him crushing her to his broad shoulders and chest. She slipped her fingers into the collar of his white polo shirt. "T-minus twenty three days until I'm finished."

"Thank God. I could kick myself for telling you to stick it out, instead of letting you transfer to the University of Alabama. Didn't think one semester would inch by this slowly." His hand slid up her thigh, and he squeezed her fleshy behind. "I've been aching at night without you, baby. Aching."

Michaela smiled into his bright brown eyes, then nuzzled and kissed his throat. "Me too."

As long as he'd gone without her, Jake instantly got hard just from necking. "I hate to say it, but if you don't quit that, I ain't gonna make it to your place."

"Why wait?" She bit his earlobe. "Haven't you had office sex before?"

Jake made a face, reminding her that he'd damn near been a virgin when they'd met.

"Well, are you willing?"

He looked skeptical, but there was a knock on the office door before Jake could answer.

Michaela jumped off of his lap and went to the door. She cracked it open, and accepted the coffee that Trisha held out. "Thanks."

"Sure." Trisha ducked her head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of Jake. Failing that, she whispered, "Hubba hubba, huh? Wish I could get a meeting with a guy like that."

Michaela laughed, realizing that her assistant had never met her husband before. When he came to Louisiana, they always met in bed. "Yeah, if I weren't already married, I'd jump him." She flashed her wedding ring.

"Oh, right! The dean's wife invited you to lunch today."

"I can't, Trisha."

"Why not?"

"I, uh—well, this meeting looks like it's going to take awhile. This guy is ready to sign a big check, after he reviews the records from last year's summer program. Yeah. Can you go get those? And cancel everything else I have this afternoon." Michaela inclined her head and whispered, "He's long-winded, you know what I mean? Gotta schmooze him, for the kids."

Trisha nodded. "Gotcha. I'll get the records."

Michaela waved off her assistant, then rolled her eyes back to Jake. "Good news is that I cleared my schedule. Bad news is that I'm stuck here until after lunch, or else the dean's wife will find out that I blew her off."

"I heard." Jake glanced at his watch and shrugged. "That's only two hours. Maybe if you knock out everything that you need to do for Monday, you can take a long weekend."

"Good idea." Michaela went to him and sat on his lap. She wiggled her ass while she swiveled to her computer. "Let's see, what do I have for Monday? No classes to teach, so that's good. I was supposed to go jogging with Trisha, but I think I can substitute fucking my husband for exercise." She giggled, and leaned her neck into Jake's kisses.

His hot hands slid down her skirt, then up the outsides of her bare thighs. Jake felt his palms getting sweaty. "You were saying something about office sex."

"Right. Well, we'll have to forego that with my assistant sitting right outside." She hissed when his fingertips danced up the insides of her thighs. Michaela's stomach knotted, while she waited for his touch to climb up to the crotch of her panties.

He stopped short of that because there was a knock on the door.

Groaning, Michaela stood up and stomped over to answer. She cracked open the door and held out her hand. "Thanks."

Trisha gave her the papers, and tried again to look at Jake.

Michaela shut the door in her face.

Jake chuckled when his wife returned to the desk. "There's no need to be rude."

"Yes, there is. I'm trying to get some." She reached for him, but the phone rang. "Err!" Michaela perched on the edge of the desk and picked up the handset. "Who is it, Trisha?" She rolled her eyes and whispered to Jake, "It's the dean's wife. I have to take it, sorry."

Jake didn't mind, especially after his wife sat on the edge of the desk with her legs hanging open. He wasn't sure if he was imagining the scent of her arousal, and wheeled the chair closer to her legs to investigate.

Michaela jumped when he grasped her knee. His creeping fingers distracted her from what she was saying to the dean's wife. "I, uh—sorry, Mrs. Meadows." Michaela mouthed Stop to her husband, but his fingers kept creeping. She tried to cross her legs, and he bit her thigh. "Sss! Sunday," she blurted to the dean's wife. "No, I mean, I can't on Sunday. I have sins to repent. Which means to stop doing them," Michaela sent a coded message to her husband.

He pretended not to hear, and snuck his hand up to the crotch of her panties. Jake slipped his fingers inside the seam. He tickled her calf, then lifted her knee to his lips to suck upon, with the intention of leaving a hickey.

Michaela shuddered at the feel of his knuckles nudging her open, and his lips on her sensitive knee skin. She replied to the dean's wife with one "Yeah" after another, while her husband got her wet. Oddly, it was his watch digging into her thigh that Michaela enjoyed most. Maybe because he didn't stick a finger inside, her mouths watered for exactly that.

Jake read the lust in her eyes, and stood up. By the knees, he pulled her to the edge of the desk, pushed up her skirt, and pulled down her panties.

Michaela lifted her ass off the desk, then watched her husband bury his nose in her panties. Her brain stalled, and she tried to wrap it up with the dean's wife. "Okay, Mrs. Meadows. I will," Michaela confirmed whatever she'd been agreeing to for the past few minutes.

Jake unbuckled his belt, and did a stripper's hip wiggle while he pushed down his pants.

"Okay, goodbye. Yes. Bye. Bye!" The phone clattered on the desk, then Michaela grabbed her husband by his meaty ass and kissed him. "Quiet. This has to be quiet."

He raised a brow, while he opened her thighs around his hips. "I'm not the one who gets loud in bed, baby."

"Well, don't do it like you usually do."

Jake popped out of his boxer briefs, and wrapped her hand around his huge dick. "You want it to be good, don't you?"

"Quiet good. Just—Mmm!"

While he slid home, he kissed her to mute the sound that she always made when he filled her up. Jake never got tired of feeling wet warm skin stretching and sucking him in. He rotated his hips to loosen her up, and reached down to spread her wetness around.

The phone rang again.

Jake caught her wrist before she picked up. "Don't answer it."

"But—"

"No. It can wait." He grabbed her ass and thrust deep. "I can't anymore."

Beneath her hands, Michaela felt his powerful ass clenching and his hips rolling to pleasure her. Her head lolled to the side, while he sucked on her neck. She never knew if it was his size or his love that made every stroke send a shiver through her. Michaela went weak, while he went deeper and slower. She felt him tilting her back onto the desk and shook her head. "No. I'll get loud like that."

"This is too shallow."

"Are you kidding? I'm full of cock."

Jake snorted, then kissed her when she laughed. He hooked his forearms under her thighs to get better leverage.

The phone rang again.

"Wait." Michaela took the phone from her husband, before he turned off the ringer or threw it across the room. "I forgot to tell her to hold my calls. One second."

One second turned into thirty, and Jake rolled his eyes when his wife disengaged from him to stretch across her desk. He moved her computer mouse so that she could reach it, but that wasn't good enough. He frowned when she climbed down from the desk.

Michaela held up one finger, and pleading filled her eyes. "I can't on Monday, Trisha. Seriously." She leaned over the desk and squinted at her computer monitor. Arousal was making her eyes swim. "Tell them—Mmm! Uh, fuck. Sorry!" Eyes wide, Michaela looked back at her husband.

He made a kissy face, and kept right on fucking her from behind.

"Sorry, Trisha. I—I, uh—I..." The word stuttered with every thrust. "I stubbed my toe. Gotta go." Michaela hung up, and grunted when her husband's hands yanked her hips into his. She collapsed onto one cheek on the desk, and bit her lip. She could not scream, though his dick seemed to be on a mission to make her do just that.

When the phone rang again, Jake realized that his wife had forgotten to have the calls held. That was his fault, and she seemed too much in bliss to care, judging from the way that she was drooling. He picked up the phone just to turn off the ringer, but then Jake had a devious idea.

He pretended to answer with, "Hello?" Then he fished his cellphone out of his pocket. Jake thumbed the voice recorder, and hid his tiny cellphone behind the large handset, right in front of Michaela's face. "It's for you," he teased, grabbed her hair, and got down to business the way he did at home.

Michaela growled, trying to hold back her body's impulse to vocally approve of what her husband was doing. She reached for the phone, but Jake grabbed her hand and twisted her arm behind her back.

He moved the phones closer.

Terrified that she was being overheard, Michaela couldn't control her heavy breathing. His stroke became intense, and she panted against the receiver. She could see her breath on the plastic casing. A whine escaped her lips, then she gasped at her lack of control. "Oh, no!"

"Yes." Jake leaned over her, pushing even deeper. "Let's hear it, Sweet-tart. Tell me how much you like it." He smacked her ass.

Michaela bit her tongue.

"Unless you want me to stop?" He pulled halfway out of her.

She shook her head vigorously.

"What's that?"

Michaela tried to turn away from the phone, but his grip was too tight in her hair. Frustration clouded her eyes. "No."

"No what?"

"No, don't stop. Please." She cooed and purred, while he rocked her to a baby making beat. "Please. Ooh, Jake!" Once she said his name, Michaela forgot about the phone. She focused on his fingers, which left her hair and tucked between her thighs to touch her. Michaela made a face like she was going to cry. Blubbering, whimpering sounds escaped her lips because the pleasure was so intensely perfect.

"Is that good for you, baby?"

"Yes," she whined.

"Do you love it?"

"So fucking much."

Jake leaned over and bit her ear. "You love me?"

Tears sprang to her eyes, and her pleasure suddenly became achingly poignant. "Too much."

He saw that she was crying, and his heart pricked. "That's how I feel when I have to go without you. The love gets so big, sometimes I think it's going to break me." Jake kissed her cheek, then reared back and put his hips to work.

Though he never mentioned it to her, he loved to watch himself piston in and out of her pussy. He was pale, and she was such a delicious caramel color, glistening and soft like a fresh baked cinnamon roll oozing icing. The thought of eating her made Jake's head swim with lust, and he fucked her hard. Her thighs bounced off of the desk, and he went harder, nostrils flared, determined to hear the sound that she made when he was doing her right.

It started low in her throat, a growl crossed with a desperate greedy shriek, that exploded into glee.

Michaela started keening, and Jake knew that she was about to come. He could feel her pussy squeezing him.

"Get it, baby. It's all yours. This cock is all yours." Sweat popped out like hives when her orgasm clutched him. "Goddamn, that feels good. I love it when you melt all over me. Keep coming. I'm right behind you."

Michaela arched her back, when he picked up the pace to push himself over the edge. His nubby nails dug into her hip when he came, then she felt his fingers shaking against her waist and rib cage where he wiped away the sweat that he'd dripped on her. When he stopped moving completely, she straightened up, and turned around to kiss him.

Weak, Jake staggered forward and roughly backed her into the desk. "Sorry."

She kissed away his apology, while he rubbed her bruised ass. Her tongue was slick and urgent in his mouth, as though trying to swallow some of his sweetness.

Jake picked up his cell phone and stopped the recorder. He pressed play, and held it to Michaela's ear.

Her eyes widened to hear the very intimate sounds that she made. Red stained her cheeks.

"Don't be embarrassed." A big smile lined the corners of his whiskey brown eyes. "Now when we're apart, I'll have this to listen to when I miss you."


(A/N: From a short story collection called "Hubby To The Rescue," coming soon to Get5OnIt.com)