A Thanksgiving Surprise – Part Two

It took Whitney a moment for her brain to catch up with her mouth.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, confused. She had heard him, but she wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly.

“Whitney, I can’t lose you,” Mark said.

“Did you come to visit your parents?” She pictured Mark’s parents who they also hadn’t seen in a couple years due to traveling and their businesses. She pictured his mom in her corgi apron making her famous Turducken and sweet potato casserole.

“They don’t know I’m here. I came here for you, Whit.” He said.

Whitney didn’t know what to do or say. She hadn’t been expecting anything like this. Especially the fact that he came here specifically looking for her. He flew from New York, just to find her.

“Would you like to join us for dinner, Mark?” Her dad asked. He had always really liked Mark.

“I don’t want to impose,” Mark said.

“You wouldn’t be.” Her dad said before Whitney had a chance to answer.

Mark looked at Whitney, “Can we talk before we eat?”

Her dad nodded his head and walked away and Whitney, who was still trying to wrap her head around what was going on, headed up the stairs to her old bedroom with Mark in tow so they could have some privacy.

“Thank you.” He said when she closed the door and they sat on the edge of her bed. Which was still covered in the pink and white bedspread and sheets that she had, had since high school. She wasn’t sure why her parents hadn’t turned her room into a spare bedroom, yet. She’d been out of the house for almost 10 years.

Mark took a deep breath beside her. He was chewing over his words, carefully deciding how to word what he wanted and needed to say.

“Look, I don’t know how we ended up here. I don’t know when things between us started to fall apart. All I know is it happened. When we got married I thought for sure you would be the woman I spend the rest of my life with and now here we are, ready for divorce.” He paused gathering his thoughts. “I don’t want to lose you Whit, I don’t. I love you and I don’t think I can just let this be the end.”

Whitney could feel the tears well up behind her eyes. She had never wanted to lose Mark. They had just grown apart so much that it had seemed easier to just divorce.

“What do you say we go to marriage counseling and try to fix things?” He suggested.

Whitney shrugged. “I don’t know if that will work.”

“But you don’t know that it won’t.” He said, always the optimist in their relationship.

“But we’ve already filed,” Whitney said.

“So, I’ll have my lawyer stop it.” He said.

“But -”

Mark put a finger to Whitney’s lips. “Shh. Just say yes, please.”

Tears slipped down Whitney’s cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, pulling her into him.

“I just can’t believe this. I never wanted to lose you. I just wasnt’ sure there would be a way back. I’m so scared that there isn’t’.” She said.

Mark leaned into her. He put his thumb up to her cheek and brushed her tears away. The gesture was so sweet. His thumb brushed her lip and there was a spark. Something that hadn’t been there in so long was suddenly relit.

Mark grabbed her face and claimed her mouth. His tongue enveloped her own and she could taste the peppermint gum he always chewed. A small moan escaped her lips. She couldn’t help it. Despite not having sex in months, despite thinking they were over and filing for divorce, her body began to ache for him.

Their hands were all over one another. Touching each other in every area. His hand slid down to the waistband of her jeans and he unbuttoned her pants. She found her own hands doing the same as if this was the most natural motion for her in the world.

Their hands slid into their pants. She gripped his rock-hard cock with her hand and he slid a finger inside of her. The sparks and passion intensified as they rubbed, touched, kissed, sucked, and bit one another. Every small sensation. Their free hands griping each other as if holding on for dear life.

“I want to fuck you,” Mark said, breathlessly, his finger still inside of her. All she could do was nod and remove her own hand from his pants. His finger slid out and she winced, her pussy wanted more, so much more.

Simultaneously, they slid first their pants and shirts off and then they pulled their underwear off. Both trying to be quiet and finding it was so much harder than they thought it would be.

Whitney felt like a teenager again. She couldn’t hold back, she couldn’t stop herself. She ached for him in a way she hadn’t in years. Her body was craving his touch and the feel of him.

He wasted no time before thrusting himself inside of her. Her pussy stretched around his cock and it burned with pleasure. Matt laid his body on her pressed into one another, panting and trying hard not to let their primal sounds escape.

Matt continued to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. He thrust hard and he was so deep. Whitney felt her orgasm build the harder he thrust inside of her.

“Don’t stop.” She bit her lip as she begged. “please don’t stop.”

But he did, she looked up at him, hoping that he hadn’t just changed his mind. Mark was staring down at her smiling because he knew he had just prevented her orgasm. He was in control of her orgasm and it had been so long since they had sex like this.

“Bend over.” He commanded, pulling out of her.

She winced, her pussy sore from his deep thrusts. Whitney got up and turned around. She bent over and leaned forward so her chest and head were resting on her bed. She felt him press himself against her and then thrust inside of her. She held her mouth shut. She wanted to scream so badly. She wanted to be loud and show him how much she was enjoying his cock.

He pulled out and slid back inside of her, his hands gripping her hips. Nails were digging in and both were caught in an intense moment of desire and passion. He thrust harder, deeper, faster and Whitney got closer to her own release. She slid her hand between her legs and began to massage her clit. She did it hard and fast, matching the pace that he was fucking her at.

Suddenly he thrust hard and stopped moving. Whitney began to throb around his own throbbing cock. Her toes curled and she felt the lower half of her body go numb. Her mind blank. The most powerful orgasm of her life was ripping through her and she held back the need to scream out his name.

When the trembling stopped, Mark pulled himself out of her. Whitney turned around, on her back and looked up at her husband.

“So do you think we can work this out?” He asked her.

“If you keep fucking me like that I think we might be able too.” She said.

“That can be arranged.” He said and Whitney watched in awe as his cock began to grow hard once again.

The food can wait. She thought. I need to keep working on my marriage.


I hope you enjoyed this sexy Thanksgiving short. Let me know what you think below! ❤

XX, Ashley

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