Mike and Jimmy
For a brief second his vision just blurred as his wife's words, touch, and kisses had his body stirring. With a throaty groan his hand shakily reached out. Not towards her, but to the console. A moment later, with some serious effort and concentration, Rigs managed to plot the auto-drive course home. No longer worrying over accidentally crashing the car Mike's moan echoed out, and he managed a little chuckle before speaking up at last. "Was meant to be a surprise, luv...totally planned on slipping away with you before the party to ravage you a bit, but I ended up getting cornered by the family."
She wasn't alone in being a bit exhausted. The day had been long, and the thought of sleeping with her in his arms was so very tempting. Still when he looked down and caught sight of Jimmy hiking up his kilt his body just trembled with need. "Fuck, Jimmy. What are you..." All coherent thought flew right out the window when her soft lips and warm mouth enveloped his manhood. Those eyes of his rolled back a tad even as her name was uttered like a prayer.