Marlena plopped down in the booth at Tuscany after having danced non stop for the last thirty minutes with John.  She needed a break, but by no means was she tired.  In fact, being that it was only eight P.M., the night was still young and she had many plans in store for she and John.

John, Marlena, and all of their family and friends were gathered at Maggie's restaurant that night for the New Year's Eve 2002 celebration.  John was not much in the mood for celebrating, although he could be celebrating the fact that the DNA test results showed that Stefano was not his biological father, but Marlena was able to persuade him otherwise.  "I promise it will be a night you will never forget, my love.  And I promise Tony Dimera will not be the one monopolizing your thoughts," he remembered her saying as he was getting dressed and he wondered just what his wife had in mind.

The only thing he had in mind was getting that her red dress off of her and tossed onto the closest piece of furniture, or the foor.  "Baby, those hips are speaking to me," his breath tickled her ear and sent her into a fit of giggles.

Back to the present, the waiter served their drinks and after Marlena downed her margarita like iced tea, she grabbed John's hand and headed back out to the dance floor, "Come on.  Bring your beer, you'll need it to keep up with me."  It was time to play.  When they began to dance, she grabbed ahold of his rear and squeezed, quickly getting the response she had hoped for.

His eyes grew wide, "Whoa Doc!  You plan on putting on a show for all of our friends and family to see?"

"Big guy, the only show I want to put on is for your eyes only," she said as she flashed him a seductive look.  He gently caressed her face as if to tell her that he was definitely interested, but instead of letting him linger on her smooth skin for too long, she captured his fingers in her mouth and teased him with her tongue.

That was all it took.  John slid his fingers from her mouth and gently took hold of her arm pulling her toward the back of the restaurant.  Looking around to see if the coast was clear, he nudged her into the ladies restroom all the while praying that it was vacant.

Fortunately, it was, and after locking the door, she jumped him right there.  She ripped open his dark blue shirt, its buttons bouncing off of the tile around them, while he attacked her lips with his own.  Walking backwards, Marlena felt around behind her for the countertop.  Never breaking from their hold on one another, she jumped up on the counter as John slammed his longneck down and grabbed a hand full of her dress, or lack there of, and pushed it around her hips. 

She wore a short tight red dress with thin spaghetti straps.  It was extremely form fitting, almost causing them to be late to the party in the first place.  But Marlena insisted that he, nor she, would be disappointed if they made it there on time.

He nearly came in his pants when he realized she was sans panties.  "Damn, and I really wanted to rip those off of you, too," he pretended to pout, but she knew better.  She knew he would be more thrilled to walk around with her all night knowing she was not wearing anything under her dress.  He loved her 'commando style', as they heard Ross and Rachel of Friends call it.

Hurrying as fast as they could without being complete klutzes, her hands fumbled with his belt and then his zipper while his tongue continued to leave a damp trail on her exposed neck and shoulders.  His hands were occupied with caressing her thighs and between her legs.  After a little teasing, she felt his fingers inside of her.

Marlena was not the type to moan out wildly and uncontrollably, however a few louder than usual moans did escape her from time to time.  She was also mentally cursing the invention of zippers, when John noticed that she was having problems getting his undone and removed his fingers from inside of her and down to his jeans.

After finally getting his manhood free from his black jeans, he stood between her legs holding himself in his hands.  Ready, he peered deep into her hazel orbs once more before plunging deep into her.  Another one of those louder than usual moans escaped her and John brought his hand up to her mouth and she gladly accepted it as something to distract her from making too much noise.  It drove him mad for her to suck on his fingers while he moved swiftly in and out of her wetness, her soft skin squeezing him in all the right places, but he had to maintain control for as long as he could.

Luckily, that time would come sooner rather than later because as he was fighting the urge to beat his wife to their destination, she whispered in his ear, "Don't stop."

Quickening the pace to hurry things along before someone began banging on the door became a priority.  Though, his main priority being to satisfy his wife.  Seconds later, they both exploded with orgasm as Marlena bit down on his bare shoulder to keep from screaming out.

Moments later, they were safely walking toward their table when Marlena turned to him and let out a chuckle, "Honey, do you think anyone will notice when we walk out of here with your shirt undone?"

He didn't want to admit it, but he liked the idea of having everyone staring at them with the notion in their heads of what they had just gotten through doing.  "Let them look, sweetheart.  I guarantee our night will be much more fulfilling than theirs."

She stepped in close to him and squeezed her hand on his crotch between them, "You got that right."

John quickly darted his head around to see if anyone was watching.  Although, a few people glanced their direction, by the way she was standing, there was no way anyone could make out what she was doing to him.  "What happened to letting them look?" she teased.  His jaw tightened at seeing the lust in her dark eyes. 

"Our night has only just begun," and she grabbed her purse and made towards the door with her sex craved lover, who was practically panting, in tow.  He admired how the skimpy red material accented her tight rear as she walked and thanked the good Lord above that she was his.