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Ben stared his sister down from across the table. She raised her eyebrows and sported an overly innocent expression: her trademark poker face.

“You know what? Fuck it. I’m gonna call,” Ben finally announced after pondering his next move for a few moments. Wendy gave her brother an Are-You-Sure-You-Want-to-Do-That look. At this point, for Ben to call was to go all in.

“I’m doing it. I’m calling,” he reiterated decisively.

“Alright then. Let’s see the cards,” Marty interjected leaning back in his chair with his arms folded.

Being the only two players remaining in the game, the Davis siblings each flipped over their cards while comically narrowing their eyes at one another. They flipped over their cards in unison, each sibling instantly locking their eyes onto the other’s cards.

“Ha!” Wendy exclaimed triumphantly upon seeing Ben’s cards.

“Shit,” Ben muttered under his breath as he looked back and forth between his Flush and his sister’s Full House.

Wendy started singing as she stood up and bent over the table to rake in every last one of her brother’s chips, “Whatever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, the evening TV…”

Ben was massaging his temples and shaking his head annoyedly as his sister continued singing the 90s TV theme song.

Marty chuckled at his wife’s gloating. “Full House. Nice touch,” he complimented through a smile as Wendy sat back down.

“I thought so,” Wendy replied with a self-satisfied smile.

She directed her attention back to her moping brother. “Oh, don’t be a sore loser.”

“Then stop being a sore winner!” Ben shot back. That made Marty smirk in amusement.

“Fine. I’m done gloating,” Wendy replied as she grabbed her purse and began rummaging through it until she found a piece of paper. “But I did win. So now you’re gonna go get this week’s groceries.” She slid the grocery list on the table towards her brother and smacked it lightly, smiling brightly at him.

“What? But Marty and Charlotte lost too!” Ben whined.

“Oh, don’t act like such a little boy. This is hardly a punishment. This is a bare minimum chore that you should already be doing seeing as how you live in my house,” Wendy retorted. “Besides, I won, so you don’t get to argue.”

“Jesus, fine. I’ll go right now.” Ben stood up grabbing the grocery list. “Jonah, my man. Wanna come along for the drive?” Ben called for his nephew who was playing with drone about twenty feet away.

“Sure,” Jonah replied, grabbing his drone and tablet to bring along.

“Oh and take Charlotte with you. She wanted to go to the rec centre to swim,” she added as Ben walked by and she handed him the car keys. Soon enough, Ben and the kids were loaded up into the minivan and pulling out of the driveway.

Meanwhile, Wendy and Marty were cleaning up the plates, cups, cards, and poker chips that currently littered their outdoor dining table. In comfortable silence, the couple spent a few moments cleaning up the mess then took the items inside to the kitchen. After he had put his dishes in the sink, Marty leaned against the counter and waited for his wife to dump her dishes.

As she carefully placed the last of the plates in the sink, she turned to her husband, who had been watching her intently with a subtle grin on his face.
She raised an eyebrow at him inquisitively. “Can I help you?” She asked, amused, with her dimples fully in show.

“Me? No no no,” Marty replied playfully. “No, it was just a great game you played, honey. That’s all.”

He was still sporting that sexy grin. When he looked at her like that, Wendy couldn’t help but feel a spike in her body temperature. He really had no idea how beyond attractive he could be.

“Well, you know… half of poker just comes down to the luck of the draw,” Wendy spoke softly and distractedly thanks to her husband’s gaze. Those eyes were burning a hole right through her.

“Mmm,” Marty hummed in agreement as he walked towards her slowly. “But don’t sell yourself short, Wendy,” Marty said with his eyes still locked intently on hers. “It takes a lot of skill to play poker like that.”

There was hardly a foot between them now. Wendy felt that familiar heat building in the pit of her stomach.

Marty put an arm around his wife’s waist. “But I know you too well, honey,” he crooned. Just then, Wendy felt her lower back hit the edge of the counter, her husband’s arm cushioning the unexpected impact. She smiled at him tantalizingly and chuckled. “Oh you do now, do you?”

Marty planted his free hand on the countertop behind her, using it for support as he brought his face dangerously close to his wife’s ear.

“Mmmhmm,” Marty hummed affirmatively as he slid the hand currently around his wife’s waist over her ass and down to just above her knee where the hem of her dress covered. He began planting soft kisses on the crook of Wendy’s neck. He knew exactly where her most sensitive points were and sucked at her skin expertly. As Marty had anticipated, this earned a few soft sighs from his wife.

Marty moved his lips as close to his wife’s as he possibly could without actually making contact. “I know all your favourite spots,” Marty whispered, still sporting that grin.

With his hot breath taunting her at such close proximity, Wendy closed her eyes ready for husband to kiss her, but he had other plans. Marty fisted the hem of her dress and aggressively pulled up his wife’s dress, so it bunched up at her stomach. Wendy’s breath hitched in surprise. Without breaking his eye contact, Marty slowly brought his other hand down to his wife’s now-exposed stomach and snatched the two cards that were expertly tucked into the waistband of her panties.

“Well, what have we here?” Marty inquired in a slight sing-songy voice, feigning his surprise at his wife’s poker cheating. He held the cards in between his middle and pointer fingers and brought them up beside his face where he looked at them – then at his wife – quizzically.

Wendy glanced over at the cards, then raised a playful eyebrow at her husband. “Hmm, how did those get there?”

“Wendy, Wendy, Wendy,” Marty chaunted in fake disappointment before he threw the cards to the side. “Wait until The International Federation of Match Poker gets wind of this. They’ll ban you from our casino.”

His wife looked up at him with exaggerated puppy dog eyes and her dimples in full effect.

Marty put his lips to his wife’s ear. “This is a very serious offence here, Wendy,” he whispered as his free hand’s forefinger travelled along her lower stomach. Wendy felt an electric current over every spot that her husband grazed.

“And if I don’t report you…” he continued whispering into her ear as his fingers hooked the waistband of her panties, “…then I become an accomplice.”

Wendy laughed a short, breathy laugh. She was preoccupied with the eager anticipation currently overtaking her mind and body.

Marty’s fingers dipped into his wife’s panties as his other hand still held up her dress above her waist, subtly keeping her pinned against the counter.

“Wendy…” Marty spoke in a seductively low register while his fingers moved to graze her folds. Marty let his wife’s dress fall over his hand while his fingers continued to tease her. “You always did love to play dirty.” And with that, Marty plunged two fingers into his incredibly wet wife. Wendy gasped softly as her husband’s fingers entered her. She tried to reply, but hardly got a syllable out.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t think I caught that,” Marty teased as his fingers continued to move in and out of her. Wendy rolled her eyes back, partially out of annoyance at her husband’s (admittedly warranted) arrogance, but mostly in immense pleasure.

Marty continued working his magic for a few moments without any smart comments.

“Oh! That’s it. Right there, honey,” Wendy sighed. She closed her eyes softly, basking in the pleasure as her hands grasped at the back of his head, digging her fingers into his hair.

Marty’s fingers danced inside her a little while longer before he stopped in his tracks and left his fingers idly sitting inside of her. He looked around at their kitchen. “Wow, there’s a lotta windows in this place,” he commented casually. He wanted to see her squirm.

“I’m so close, Marty. Please,” she begged her husband weakly.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he answered with a chuckle. “But didn’t anyone ever tell you that cheaters never prosper?” His fingers flirted with her clit, causing Wendy to sigh frustratedly.

She struggled to get a sentence out – her husband's fingers putting pressure just right next to where she needed them to be.

“Don’t be an asshole, Marty. It’s not a good look on you.”

“No?” Marty asked, still grinning. “What about now?” he taunted as he stroked her clit skillfully, making his wife moan despite herself. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it was difficult to play it cool since this goddamn man, gorgeous as he is captivating, knew exactly how to touch her. She couldn’t deny him if she tried.

He moved the hand that had been on her waist upward to grasp the side of her face He tilted her head so that she met his gaze. He shot her a devilish smirk.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered, his eyes gleaming mischievously. Then, he kissed her passionately as his fingers resumed their deft handiwork rubbing her most sensitive points and causing her to moan into his mouth. As his fingers fucked her, his soft lips massaged hers, his tongue slipping in for good measure. Marty Byrde was, after all, an excellent multitasker.

As the pleasure building inside Wendy’s body intensified, so did their kiss. Teeth and tongues desperately collided. Wendy’s fingernails dug into Marty’s shoulders as her body writhed between his and the counter behind her. She sighed his name and a few obscenities as she approached her peak. Finally, Marty sent her over the edge, and she tightened around her husband’s fingers as she reached her orgasm.

His lips were still on her, kissing her chin while she moaned in gratification of her release. They stayed like this for a few moments, Marty planting increasingly soft kisses on her cheek and jawline as Wendy came back down to earth. After a while, she managed to steady her breathing and Marty took his fingers out from inside of her, placing both his hands around his wife’s waist as his lips dragged down toward her neck.

“Not exactly an effective method to deter me from poker cheating,” Wendy remarked. Marty could hear the smile in her voice. He sucked at the skin on her neck, his body pressing hers against the counter again. She could feel his erection begging to be broken free from the confines of his pants. So, Wendy worked as quickly as she could to untuck his shirt and unfasten his belt, which was proving a difficult task thanks to the wonderfully disorienting sensation of his lips on her skin. Once she managed to undo his belt, she was about to unzip his fly when Marty grabbed her wrists suddenly.

“Bedroom,” he grumbled in a low, commanding tone that made Wendy feel like her knees would give out right there. She all but whimpered when he pulled her toward him as he began shuffling them toward the direction of their bedroom, unwilling to stop kissing her as they moved. In mere moments, they had made their way down the hallway, with Wendy having managed to successfully unbutton her husband’s shirt as they moved. They reached their bedroom, still kissing each other hungrily. Marty kicked the door closed behind him while Wendy pushed his collared shirt off his shoulders. By the time it hit the floor, she was already working on getting his pants off. Marty pulled his wife’s dress up over her head and threw it to the side before he unclasped her bra in one fluid motion.

“Someone’s been practicing,” she joked, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

“All that time at the strip club has been very helpful,” Marty said facetiously while his wife pulled his T-shirt up over his head. As Wendy laughed, Marty lay her down on the bed and pulled her panties off. As she lay entirely exposed on the bed, her husband standing over her wearing only his boxers, Wendy felt her sex throb with the need to have him inside of her again.

Marty stared at his wife for a moment. His eyes roamed her body, sprawled out naked on the bed in front of him, and he felt his arousal was so acute right then that he couldn’t keep himself from slamming inside of her at that very second. But he gathered his strength and continued his foreplay. He positioned himself on top of her and reunited his lips with her neck. She moaned softly once again. He kissed down to her collarbone and further down still, finally finding his way to her breasts. They were probably his favourite feature on his mesmerizing wife (after her dimples, of course) and Marty was always thrilled whenever they came out to play.

As her husband took her hard nipple into his mouth and expertly swirled his tongue around it, Wendy pondered the situation as best as she could despite how her extreme lust was making it difficult to form a coherent thought. Poker, she had come to realize, was the litmus test for how close of attention Marty was paying to her. She didn’t cheat at the game every time, but in the earlier days of their marriage, Marty caught her every time she did. He had never once accused her wrongly, but when the Cartel came into the picture and he began to grow distant from her, he caught her less and less as time went on. Eventually he stopped entirely. Or he stopped caring enough to bother calling her out on it. It was the same thing with her affair. A part of her wanted him to bust her. She had wanted him to find out and to say something. Anything. But he never did. He was too far removed to notice or to even care.

But things had changed since they moved to the Ozarks. They needed to be on the same page and hash out their disagreements in order to stay alive. She was in on everything he was doing. He needed her, and he needed to pay attention to her. And right now, he was showering her, especially her breasts, with the attention she was constantly trying to get from him.

Marty remained fixated on her chest – his hand massaging the breast that his mouth regrettably couldn’t be attentive to at the moment. She felt his hard cock through his boxers brushing up against her thigh. She could tell that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him; she never understood how he could be so patient – how he managed to take his sweet time – when he could have everything he wanted from her and more without any of the preamble.

She tucked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down his legs. She needed him now.

“Well someone’s very eager today,” her husband teased with a smirk.

“Oh just fuck me, Marty,” Wendy demanded in a breathy whisper.

He was amused at his wife’s impatient disposition. Marty loved making her beg for him. But his self-control had all but run out as well, so he obliged her right away. He entered her gently and Wendy felt the immediate relief of finally having him close enough. Positioned on top of her, he thrust into his wife, the length of him plunging deep into her with every stroke. She wrapped her legs around him to give him better access.

Nothing on earth compared to the feeling of having this woman around him. He knew he wanted to marry her the first time they’d ended up just like this. Her perfect face, her beautiful blonde hair, the dimples in her smile, the remnants of her Southern accent that occasionally came out when she moaned his name. He was insatiably enamoured with her.

Minutes of pure bliss went by. Wendy was moaning loudly now. Marty was glad the house was empty, because there’s no way Ben and the kids wouldn’t have heard her.

“Come for me, baby,” Marty said softly, not knowing how much longer he could hold off his own orgasm. Soon enough, Wendy came for the second time that night, and Marty soon succumbed to his own release.

They each sighed contentedly, fully satisfied for the time being. Marty lay down on the bed next to his wife. She rested her head on his chest. The sound of their breathing returning to a normal pace was the only thing cutting into the comfortable silence of the room as they lay together cuddling. After a few minutes of Wendy listening intently to her husband's heartbeat and Marty concentrating on the wonderful scent of his wife's shampoo, the couple dozed off.

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A few hours later, Wendy woke up dazed and confused, her body unfamiliar with the feeling of falling asleep during the daytime. She glanced at the digital clock on her bedside table; it read 7:34PM. She rolled out of bed, then picked up her and Marty’s clothes that were currently strewn all across the floor. She smiled when she picked up her panties, happily reminiscing over the memory she and Marty created not three hours ago. She placed her husband’s T-shirt and boxers at the foot of the bed for him to wear whenever he woke up, and she dumped the rest of the pair’s clothes in a laundry hamper which she would wash along with their sheets tomorrow morning. Then, she sifted through her dresser and threw on a T-shirt and pair of shorts before absentmindedly walking over to the bathroom.

She was about to wash her face when she caught a glimpse of herself in the the mirror and gasped in surprise.

“Marty!” Wendy shouted from the bathroom in an audibly irritated tone.

Marty stirred into consciousness. “Wendy?” he asked only half-awake, his voice raspy with sleep and his mind foggy with disorientation.

“Marty!” she repeated angrily, her voice a little louder than before.

When Marty pieced together that she was calling from the bathroom, he smiled to himself; he knew exactly what she was mad about. He got up out of the bed, threw on his boxers and his T-shirt, and made his way over to the bathroom to see his wife. She stared him down annoyedly in the mirror’s reflection as he stood in the threshold, leaning against the doorframe and grinning.

“What are you, 15? You do realize I’m going to have to wear a turtleneck for the next three days. And it’s 95 fucking degrees outside.”

The hickeys on her neck and the underside of her chin were unmissable, not to mention the sheer number of them. Marty had made his mark on her about a dozen times – probably more, she estimated.

“Should have thought about that before you cheated at poker, honey.” The twinkle in her husband’s eyes clearly conveyed that he was very proud at what he’d done.

“Oh, this is funny to you, is it?” Wendy snapped back unamused.

Marty shrugged. And that damn smirk still marked his expression. Annoyed, Wendy turned on the sink’s faucet, ran her hands under it for a moment, then turned around and threw the water she could retain at Marty’s face.

“Oh, Wendy Byrde, you are in big trouble now.” Marty wrapped his arms around Wendy’s thighs and picked her up so that her torso draped over his shoulder.

“Marty!” she warned, shrieking, “Marty put me down!”

Marty walked into the shower and turned the nozzle, laughing diabolically as the water hit Wendy head on. Wendy continued squealing as she lightly hit his back in protest. Marty did comply with her demand and put her down, but he kept his arms locked around her waist so she couldn’t leave. The showerhead continued to rain down on both of them, their clothing now soaked to the skin. She smacked his chest playfully, unable and admittedly unwilling to break free from the hold of his strong arms.

As Marty held her, his self-satisfied grin returned.

“Oh, shut up Marty,” Wendy quipped, even though he hadn’t said anything. She grabbed her husband’s soaking T-shirt, pulling him closer so she could kiss him softly. Her tongue requested access into his mouth, which Marty happily conceded. They made out for a while before Wendy bit down hard on her husband’s lip.

“Shit, Wendy!” Marty exclaimed as he pulled away from her and put a finger to his lip where she had bitten him, tasting blood.

Wendy replicated the shrug/smirk combination that her husband had mocked her with minutes earlier.

Marty tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at her, an expression that tauntingly asked, “Oh, so that’s how you want to play this?”

He grabbed the waistband of his wife’s shorts and forcefully used his grip on them to pull her towards him. Marty placed a hand on her ass to keep her body tightly pressed to him as his lips crashed onto hers again. As they shared another intense kiss, he pushed Wendy up against the shower wall, driving her back into it with just enough force to make her feel it without actually hurting her. With her hands on each of his biceps, Wendy’s sex throbbed for him as his muscles flexed every time his arms moved so his hands could grope or caress her.

The couple undressed each other with an even greater urgency than they had earlier that day. With the water still beating down against them, Marty and Wendy Byrde fucked against the shower wall, years of each of their built-up frustration and obsession with each other releasing with every thrust Marty plowed into her. Wendy was digging her fingernails into his back now, scratching him up and down, drawing even more blood from her husband. Pleasure and pain were surging through them. Marty was fucking her fast and hard, and Wendy came in record time. They each shared in an intense orgasm, both moaning their spouse’s name over and over again as they achieved ecstasy.

“Jesus Christ,” Wendy sighed a few moments after they finished, astonished at how animalistic that sex was. Neither of them thought they still had that in them. Marty was speechless as his forehead rested against the shower wall. He placed a gentle, lingering kiss on Wendy’s cheek and could feel her face take shape into a sweet smile at his lips’ contact.

Soon enough, the pair was out of the shower. They shared one towel and helped to dry one another off. Wendy placed a delicate peck on her husband’s lips as he gently ran the towel over her hair.

After getting dressed (Wendy having no choice but to sport her most effective turtleneck) and changing the sheets on their bed, the married couple left their bedroom and headed back into the kitchen to share a drink. Just then, they heard the front door unlock. Jonah, Ben, and Charlotte happened to come home at that very moment, each of them lugging multiple grocery bags.

Wendy chuckled to herself at the timing as she poured wine for her and Marty. She headed back to the cupboard to grab another glass for Ben.

“Hey guys,” Marty greeted as he made his way over to help carry some of the groceries.

“Sorry we took so long. Jonah and I figured it was easier to just hang around the rec centre and fuck around with the drone while Charlotte did her swimming,” Ben explained of their elongated absence.

Marty nodded. “No, that’s great. Thank you,” he said slightly nervously. “And thank you for these,” he added, gesturing to the groceries.

“What have y’all been up to while we were out?” Ben asked politely, though he didn’t actually care much at all.

“Oh, you know… nothing, really.” Marty answered awkwardly.

“Just sat around. Chatted a bit,” Wendy chimed in casually as she handed Ben a glass of wine.

“I still can’t believe you had a Full House!” Ben exclaimed, “Lucky bastard!” he said of his sister’s poker playing before thanking her for the wine.

Wendy shrugged at him, smiling her big-dimpled smile that glossed over her dishonesty with a bogus innocence. That smile, Marty thought, could absolve her of any blame in all things. He wanted to believe every word that came out of her beautiful mouth when she smiled like that.

Just then, Marty spotted the cards Wendy had used to cheat inconspicuously lying on the floor beside the counter where he had thrown them hours earlier. He walked over to the cards nonchalantly and bent down, pretending to tie his shoe before picking them up and swiftly placing them in his back pocket. No one noticed him grab them, except for Wendy, whose blue eyes beamed at him knowingly.

She walked over to her husband to give him his wine. When their fingers brushed as she handed him the glass, Wendy leaned her face close to Marty's and seductively whispered, “you always were a sucker for me playing dirty.” She released her hold on the wine glass, then coolly turned to walk over to the kitchen table and sit across from her brother.

Marty stood in place for a moment, watching Wendy fondly as she walked. A smile of admiration for his wife formed on his lips. Marty took a long sip of his wine, then walked over to the kitchen table and took the seat next to Wendy - the only seat, he thought to himself, that he truly belongs in.