<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> All over her. <strong>Tags:</strong>The Wife.</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.battlestargalacticamuseum.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/katee-sackhoff-and-tricia-helfer-acting-outlaws-2015-calendar-regular-3.jpg)</div><br/>Dinner with the family the night before had only wetted my appetite to have Sera back in the house. You could’ve cut the sexual tension around the elegantly set table with a knife. Most of it, I knew, was my own fault. Hidden innuendos, suggestive looks, scantily clad bodies…. It was all a natural part of my personality and it seemed to be something that ran in our family.<br/><br/>Others may have judged, or demeaned. I only knew acceptance. How could something so wrong feel so good? Or maybe that naughty wrongness was what made it feel inherently pleasurable.<br/><br/>Either way, once in bed last night I had called my wife and fucked her over the phone, crying out her name when my fingers had brought me to that peak, and then urging her to do the same. It wasn’t as good, or as satisfying as when we were together, but it was enough to take that edge off.<br/><br/>Which was back now that she was in my arms. The need was incredible to have her. Writhing beneath me, on top of me, everywhere. I drew her farther into the house, past the entryway and towards the stairs that would lead to the upper level. Where our bedroom was. If I had been sure no one else was home, I would’ve made her spread her legs right on the stairway.<br/><br/>I groaned into our kiss at the thought. And arched my back to press my ass further into her grip, urging her to squeeze harder. Even as we reached the first step and she whispered her need to me. I grinned against Sera’s lips, biting the lower one playfully.<strong>“Wet, hmmm?”</strong>I murmured softly, pushing her up the first few steps ahead of me. The thought that someone, like my sister, or one of the kids, could see, did not escape me. I just found myself not caring.<br/><br/>Spinning us at the first wide landing, pressing her back against the wall, I ground my hips into hers, sliding my thigh between her knees.<strong> “Lift that beautiful skirt up and show me, wifey…”</strong><br/><br/>