I couldn’t believe it when I saw her name come up on the caller ID. I’d begun to fear that I’d never hear from her again; it had been so long. I knew Mother had been to see her. She’d stopped by the estate after leaving Auggie and told me about their conversation. I don’t understand why it didn’t occur to me that Auggie might be blocking me because of her memories of Linc. We looked so much alike; identical except for the eyes. Our personalities were not alike, however, but that didn’t seem to matter when it came to Auggie’s brain. Hearing her voice on the phone had been like drinking sweet syrup. It seemed to fill in all the gaps and I had great hopes. Of course, she could be meeting with me to end it all. It was a chance I had to take.
I walked into the bar and didn’t see her yet. I took a corner table where I could watch the door, and I didn’t have long to wait. She swept through the entrance a few minutes later.
She took my breath away. She was wearing a deep teal mini dress and laced heels. Her hair was different and it took a moment before I realized she’d cut it. It was asymmetrical and sassy. I wondered if it was an indication of how she might have changed emotionally. I was not to be disappointed.
Auggie didn’t walk, she skated up to me. Leaning toward me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me full and deeply on the lips. I was instantly molten inside, hard and needing her softness. I could hardly speak. “You look stunning,” I managed and she laughed at my discomfort.
“Not the little wife you remembered, eh Worth?” She slid onto a seat and ordered a martini. I was stunned. She was nothing like the woman who had left my house that early fall day. She’d been filled with insecurity and fear; this woman was a powerhouse of confidence and strength. Where was her heart now, became the question.
“How have you been?” I asked her. I didn’t need to ask, I could see it before me. I was just generating conversation so I could hear her voice.
“I’m here, you tell me,” came her cocky response. Oh my god, but I loved it. This was the Auggie who had walked into my office that first day so many years ago. All attitude and swagger.
“I’d say that I remember you from somewhere and it’s fabulous.”
She laughed and the sound was venomously attractive. “How have you been,” she continued. “Did you have a good Thanksgiving?”
“It would have been better if you’d been there,” I offered, knowing it was a risk to say so.
“I wasn’t ready then,” she said, “but I am now. I have a proposal for you.” The deep green eyes reflected the color of her dress and I was hungry for the taste of her skin.
“Tell me,” I almost ordered her.
“I happen to think you’re pretty great and I happen to be excited by the idea that I’m married to you. The only problem is that I’ve been attributing some old memories to you and that’s where the disconnect was. So, what I’m asking you to do is to court me. I want to give you a clean slate and vice versa. I’m proposing that we fall in love.”
I could not have imagined sweeter words. I didn’t waste any time. “Deal.”
She laughed and her head lay back, her long throat exposing itself and I wanted to suck it. Her hand sneaked across the table and over mine and when it withdrew, there was a key card in my palm. “You bring the champagne, I’ll bring your dreams,” she whispered and then skated back out of the room.
I was completely floored. I had to catch myself for a minute and be objective. Had she gone off the deep end? Was she in trouble? I didn’t think so. Damn, I hoped she hadn’t. I was so hard I wasn’t sure I could walk. I flagged the waitress and order two bottles of champagne and some food sent up to the room. On staggering legs, I walked toward the elevator, checking my appearance in the lobby mirror.
***
I slid the key card into the door and opened it. It was one of their better suites and Auggie was waiting for me in the sitting room. She was surrounded by vases of flowers and sat in a transparent negligee that left nothing to the imagination. Somewhere along the way, my horse-loving wife had become a siren.
The champagne and food arrived then and I caught the delivery outside the door. No one would see Auggie the way she looked now — but me.
As I walked toward her, she lifted a remote in her hand and the lights went very low and music started snaking through the room. She tossed it on the table and slid toward me in a measured, sultry walk. She was bare-footed and the transparent negligee was slit to the waist on both sides. There was nothing to hide her from me but a curtain of swirling fabric and a sassy length of hair that hung over both shoulders. Her hands were on me now, unbuttoning my shirt one at a time, but not in the order from neck down. She unbuttoned the last button first and slid one finger inside the opened fabric as if testing the temperature of water. “Not yet,” she whispered and moved to another button. It parted and again, in went her finger and she licked it, saying, “not yet.” Another button and, this time, her tongue tested the open fabric. I was hard and wanted her to open my pants, but knew she was doing this in her own time and method. “Almost,” she said this time and with one smooth movement, ripped the shirt open so my bare chest was exposed to her eyes.
She slowly ran her eyes from my neck to my waist and fixated on my crotch as though that was her next goal. Instead, like a snake, she wound about me, her breasts pressing through the thin fabric into my bare skin. Once she stood behind me, her hands slid into the top of my waistband and she jerked, ripping the fabric. Before I could react, her hands had reached around in front and unbuckled my belt, sliding my pants and underwear down into a puddle on the floor. The hands did not leave, however, but cupped my balls while her thinly clad pussy pressed itself against my ass. My knees were ready to buckle but I held it in check. I knew if I interrupted her plan, it would be forever interrupted.
Keeping one hand on my balls, she moved around to face me and fell to her knees, taking my rigid cock into her mouth as she slid down my length. I bent my knees to accommodate the difference in height and this was nearly my undoing. Her mouth, so warm and moist, so familiar, belonged to a different Auggie. This Auggie was my wife beneath, but her exterior was pure sex.
She ran her tongue slowly around my tip, tracing the ridge with a flicking motion. My breathing was coming faster and I wanted to pick her up and find the bed. She wasn’t done with me yet. She was behind me again and now I heard a noise; a soft brrrr and it was then that I felt the vibrator wand she held in her hand. Slowly, she inched it the length of my ass and the vibrations shot through and into my body. My cock began to vibrate as well and the pleasure of it was excruciating.