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Micki

“Will you take me with you if I wear this?” On other occasions that would be a rhetorical question, because I know Mathéo loves the outfit. But today, I’m more than serious.

My newlywed husband has a Christmas party tonight. This is his first work event with partners in attendance and I’m a bit scared of his colleagues’ reactions when they find out that their boss is married to a femme man.

It’s our first night out just the two of us since Valérie joined us. My parents are already here and are entertaining our girl in the living room. She’s fantastic, crawling around the apartment, pulling herself up everywhere like a real whirlwind. Mathéo is a wonderful Papa. He has the patience of a saint with her, even when he carries her around the apartment for two hours at night or shows her the starry sky through the window until she falls asleep again.

We had to reorganize our working hours a bit and I reduced my hours to 50%, but with a lot of help from my parents, we’ll manage the few months until she starts nursery. It was definitely a change, and it still is, but neither of us regrets the decision, quite the opposite.

“You could wear a garbage bag, and I’d take you with me, but this... Fuck...” His fingers start at my collarbone, lightly graze my sternum, then hold me by the waist. He pulls me against him with a firm grip, his lips pressing against mine. “You are so incredibly hot, mon chou. So hot. But I can’t go anywhere with you like this, I’ll have a permanent boner the whole time,” he teases.

My black jumpsuit accentuates my body in all the right places and my silhouette is flawless. I bite my lower lip with my most innocent look. “We can’t risk that, can we? What could we do about it?”

“How much time will you give me?” Mathéo’s gaze undresses me and I oblige. My top falls first, the rest following suit and my husband takes a deep, audible breath. “Can we...?” I know what he means.

“Should be fine.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He’s on top of me in two steps, pressing me into the mattress. Hot kisses spread all over my upper body, and his tongue licks my nipples. Shit, I’ve missed this.

With Valérie, we don’t have that much time together anymore. A hand job here and a quick blowjob there, that’s about it. But Valérie is taken care of, so... “Fuck me! Please! Now!”

A dark, deep groan rumbles from his chest to the surface and I know he’s about to lose the last bit of control that’s keeping him in check.

“Come on! Take me!”

With a quick move, his boxer shorts fall off and I’m lying on my stomach, Mathéo’s full weight on top of me. His stiff cock pushes itself between my ass cheeks and when he pushes his hips forward for the first time and rubs my cock over the mattress, I’m in heaven.

“No foreplay, just lube!”

“Don’t worry, mon chou, I know how you like it.” The tube clicks and I feel a large drop at my entrance. With nimble fingers, he fills my hole, wetting himself up and then I feel him. I stretch my back and push my ass up and when I finally feel his tip against me, I moan so loudly that Mathéo covers my mouth out of reflex. Slowly and evenly, just the way I like it, Mathéo penetrates me stretching me open for him. He is no longer afraid of hurting me, he knows what I need, so he only gives me a short time to get used to him as he fills me completely.

His body is covering mine again, his weight pressing me down on the bed, and the hard deep thrusts bring the perfect friction to my cock, hitting my prostate in an insane rhythm. It doesn’t take much and I’m about to explode.

“Mon chou, I ...”

“Together.”

“When?”

I manage a tortured “Now!” then endorphins shoot through my body, as my hole gets tight, and I can feel Mathéo twitching and pulsating inside me. Neither one of us are quiet. Our moans fill the room as our mutual climax rushes through our bodies hotter than lava.

“We can take Valérie overnight if you need some time to yourselves.” My parents are grinning from ear to ear when we come out of the bedroom another ten minutes later, dressed and styled, but we thankfully decline. Not yet. Our girl isn’t staying somewhere else overnight yet.

“Wow, you look fantastic. That blazer is amazing, where did you get that? And Mathéo! The matching shirt!” My mother whistles appreciatively through her teeth.

I’m wearing a pine green, tight cut velvet blazer with my black jumpsuit and Mathéo is wearing a shirt in the same color with a dark suit.

“Second hand in that little vintage store in town. Do I look good?”

“You’ll steal the show. Everyone will wonder who this unknown beauty is and then I’ll kiss you and say: ‘That’s my husband’.”

***

“Have you seen Monsieur Gaillard yet?” Two young women, my age, a little younger maybe, stand next to me at the bar.

“No, but I saw on the guest list that he’s not coming alone.”

“I didn’t even know he was taken until two weeks ago and now he’s married.” The young woman sighs and slumps her shoulders. There are many ways to attract the attention of men, a bad posture is not one of them.

“Did you get your hopes up?” The other laughs as she asks the question. “Have you looked at him? Mathéo Gaillard is sex personified. I can’t wait to see what his wife looks like; she must be gorgeous.”

I press my lips together to stop myself from laughing out loud and turn away. Two large hands grip my hips firmly and dark curls tickle my ear. “Hello mon chou, are you having fun?”

I’m just about to answer when a high-pitched voice squeaks to our left. “Oh, Monsieur Gaillard! So glad you’re here!”

Mathéo rolls his eyes once before turning around and I have to stifle my laughter again. “Tessa, Viviane, the pleasure is all mine. Are you having a nice evening?”

Tessa shines like a nuclear power station as she answers. “Yes, thank you. Is this your lovely wife?” A brief smile flits across my husband’s face. Sometimes I get the feeling it makes him happy when other people make the same mistake he did when we first met. Adding to that, the two girls probably can’t imagine sexy Mathéo Gaillard is with a man.

But before Mathéo can answer, a man in his mid-fifties approaches us with a booming voice. “Mathéo! Nice to see you again. How are you enjoying working with us? I’ve only heard good things about you so far, you’re an absolute win for our company.”

“Thank you very much.” Mathéo smiles openly and warmly at a gentleman I assume is his boss. Taking a step to the side, he puts an arm around my shoulder. “I’m very happy. We have a great team. And thank you very much for the generous wedding gift. We were very surprised.” With a gentle kiss on the temple, Mathéo once again emphasizes my position at his side, and I love how informal and normal it feels.

“So, this enchanting being at your side is your husband?” There’s a huffing and coughing behind us. Yeah, it sucks when you’re having a sip of your drink, and your boss drops a bomb like that. It sucks for Tessa–I think it’s funny. “Oh, Mademoiselle Tessa, are you unwell? Is there anything we can do for you?” With a bright red face, Tessa raises both hands defensively. “Have you had the pleasure of meeting Monsieur Gaillard’s husband?”

She quickly shakes her head. “No, not yet.”

“That makes two of us.” Mathéo’s boss holds out his hand to me. “Maurice Lacroix, I run this company.”

“Micki Gaillard, nice to meet you.” A dainty little hand stretches into my field of vision. “I’m Tessa and um... please excuse my lapse just now. I... um... sorry.”

“Relax, Tessa, I’m not offended in the slightest that you assumed I was a woman. It happens to the best of us.” With a challenging look in my eyes, I turn to my husband, who kisses me with a grin. Then I lean forward and whisper in her ear. “However, I hope you can handle the fact that Monsieur Sex Personified is having it with a man.”