1 comments/ 78502 views/ 1 favorites Wifey By: AntaeusQ "Oh, Sharon, what are you wearing?" I asked, as soon as I entered the house. My wife stood in front of the door in a fancy cocktail dress. The black outfit clung tightly to her body, cutting off just above her knees. Black high-heeled shoes made her taller than she was, at five feet-four inches. She glittered like a jewel. My heart skipped a beat, just as it did that first night I met her at the stripper bar. "I got a new dress, Phil," she said, fanned out her long arms and then rested her hands on her hips. "How do I look?" Like she wasn't working with fire. She thrust her hip out, and hung her arm limp. She waited on my answer. "Incredible, baby. Just incredible," I said, stuttering over my words. "I mean, like wow." She beamed. That's just what she wanted to hear. "Oh, honey," she said. "You don't think I'm getting to old or too fat?" she asked, playing a refrain from every woman's worst fears. She had model-good looks, long curly red hair, and the perfect body and the kind of face that made men fall hard. Thousands had seen, many had pursued, some had even tasted of her sweet charms, but in the end, she was all mine. "Do you like it, Phil?" she asked. "I was walking through the mall and caught sight of it. What do you think? Do you like how it makes me look?" She smoothed the side of her hips. She didn't like that she was filling out her thighs. But I loved it. I just had to keep the opinion to myself. She was getting better with age. She was thirty-two, about the time most women start losing their looks. But she was getting finer and finer. I smiled. "Let me see. Turn around." I put my hand to my chin and considered how much I wanted to fuck her. She put out her arms and shimmied her shoulders, moving seductively in slow rhythmic motions. She shifted on her feet, snaking her body and teasing me with her knockout curves. She made a full turn and then hoisted her porn-star tits. She gripped and squeezed the melons of soft flesh. I clapped my hands a few times, letting her know that she was a real winner. I walked up to her and politely teased one of her nipples. "Ooooooooh, Phil," she said and melted under my hand. I reached for the other and turned the soft mams. "Fuck. I love it when you do that." She encircled her arms around my neck and I tasted the honey-sweet taste of her lips. "Mmmm," she said and squeezed my ass. "How long do you think you can keep on that dress?" I asked. She closed her eyes. "Not very long, I hope." She opened her mouth, and slid her tongue along her lips, then flashed it in quick darts. When we first met, I was impressed by her power to make me cum just by her tongue in my mouth. Not many women can do that. I fell in love with a stripper that night and I told myself I'd make her my wife some day. The memories came rushing by as our mouths joined in heated passion. We played with each other. Our hungry tongues exploded in a frenzy of uncontrollable lust. I felt my wetness against my leg. "You're beautiful." My hands traced the form of her supple, undulating body. "The dress is nice, but you know what?" 'What?" she said, licking my Adam's apple. "I don't think you need a dress," I said, rubbing the soft flesh of her arms. "I don't think you can improve on perfection." I pulled down one strap and then the other. "What are you doing?" She stood motionless. With a tug, the dress fell away from her breasts, exposing the white tit flesh and the coral-pink of her swollen nipples. Her cheeks flushed red. "That's more like it," I said. I took each globe and sucked on their swollen buds. Her body convulsed. She pulled me closer to her and clawed at my back with her sharp manicured nails. "I need you, Phil. I've been waiting for you all day, thinking about you. Thinking about how I was going to give myself to you." My hands moved up and down the fabric covering her excited ass. She swished her bottom from side to side in excitement. I clutched her still and lifted the hem of her dress, gliding my fingers up her thighs. I clapped her hard on her naked ass cheeks. "Ouch, fuck yes. Spank me, daddy. Spank your bad girl. Spank her good." I kneaded her ass cheeks and she pulled me in tighter, smashing our bodies closer together. I pinched her rump over and over again. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she said, locking her hands behind my neck. "Fuck, that feels good." She flicked her tongue into my ear. I fingered the top of her ass crack. "Mmmmmm," she said. "Just like that." She shivered, and collapsed her head onto my chest. "My god," she said, as I probed her ass crack with my hand, tenderly sliding my fingers down the dark, moist crevice. She was a ball of raw nerves. "Oh, god," she squealed. She fought the urge to turn her ass away and at the same time compelled herself to take the pleasurable abuse. I stared at her face. Perspiration dripped from her red freckled face. "Oh, hunny," she said. "You sure know what a girl needs." "Yeah. Having her ass worked over." I gave her a quick kiss. She passed a hand over her forehead. Wet copper curls clung to her. She shook her head. "I want your fuck fingers inside of me." She licked her lips. "Please. I want to feel you fuck my asshole. Everything that I am, my heart and soul, this body, my tits, my ass, my cunt, everything. It belongs to you." Her eyes pleaded. "Of course," I said. We walked over to a wall, where she supported her back, while we kissed. She snapped her teeth teasingly but serious. She was an animal. I thought back on some of the wonderful memories we'd had together. On our first night, she sucked my dick. and we fucked for hours all over her apartment from the carpeted living room floor to the cold vinyl of her bathroom. By the second night, she was licking my asshole and I was fucking hers and filling her with my seed, all without a condom. We were meant to be. Three months later, we were married. I lifted her dress up above her ass and around her waist. I pressed my fingers into her yielding muscles, while she winced and begged me to go harder. I gave her a playful spank, and pinched her ass. I rolled her bottom between my hands. She urged me to work harder. Sweat ran down her crack. Her sweat and sex juices stung my nose. "You're ready, aren't you? You're ready to be taken?" I asked. I plowed through the moss hair of her cunt and found her honey dripping cunt. "Ungh," she said. "Yes, my love. Oh, my god," she said, shutting her eyes. I fingered her wet pussy and rubbed her slick flow between my fingers. She was ready. I curled two fingers into her and hooked her cunt, while I pressed into her clit with my palm. She panted and nodded in acceptance. She bit her lower lip and breathed on my face. "Fuck me." So I did. I finger fucked her and shoved my tongue deep into her mouth. "I'm all yours," she said. "Fuck me. Take me. Do whatever you want with me." "You don't mean that." I frigged her mercilessly. "I do. Do it," she said, baring her white, small teeth. "Anything. Do it to me." I popped my finger out and wiped my hands on her meaty thigh. "You don't know what you're asking for." I clutched her waist and sucked on her neck. "Oh, yes, like that," she said. "Just like that. I want your tongue in me." She undid my pants, and yanked them down, along with my underwear. I stepped out of them and took off my shirt. "What a man I have." "You deserve the best." She licked her lips, and I lowered myself to my knees, all the while licking and sucking her body, leaving a trail of saliva down her soft skin. My hands caressed her pliant skin. Suddenly, there I was, face to face with her sex reeking cunt. The smell was sharp and intoxicating. My mouth watered and a line of spit dropped on the floor. I wiped my mouth and swallowed. She stared down expectantly. I looked into her wide eyes and kissed the hairy mound of her cunt. With my finger, I tickled her rump. "You want to?" she asked nervously. I smacked my lips. We both knew it wasn't her cunt I was savoring. She hummed a tune and swayed her hips from side to side, as she turned on her feet. No it wasn't her tasty, magnificent cunt I was after, it was her equally delectable asshole. I stared into her shapely behind and blew into it. Then I parted the globes of exquisite flesh and nudged my nose between her legs. "Oh, my god," she said and reached back with her hands to my head. She pulled me tight into her. She shoved her ass hard against me and I had to pull away to take a breath. Immediately, I pulled her ass apart and licked furiously into her puckered sphincter. "Aghhh," she screamed in pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh fuck." She tasted of strawberry. The little fucker was expecting this, of course. It had all been planned to the smallest detail. Tonight was ass eating night. Her nails dug into my scalp, but I didn't mind. I lapped and spat, drilled my tongue like a probe, and pushed, rapidly invading into her fruity forbidden tunnel. She spat out sweet obscenities, and begged me for more. I plastered my mouth on her gaping asshole. And I ate. "Shit!" she yelled and worked her cunt frantically with her hand. "Ooh, ah, uhuh. Oh yeah," she said. "Eat my fucking ass, baby. Please my asshole. Oh shit. Oh. Shit." She rocked hard. "Oh you fucker, eat my fucking hole. Oh shit, oh shit. You're making me cum...You're making me come in my ass. Oh, shit, I'm fucking cummmmming...." She bucked hard. Her fingers flew in a fury of erotic action against her clit, and with the other hand jerked on her nippls. "Come, baby. Come in my mouth," I said between sticking my face in her wide, tongue ravaged asshole. "Aghhhh," she said. "Deeper, just like that. I'm still coming. Unghh. Unghh." I fucked with quick sharp jabs, but I started to feel the ache of opening my mouth so widely. "Auahhhh," she howled. "You can stop." She stamped her feet. "Ooh, shit," she said. "Unghh. I said, you could stop." I got up on my feet and pulled her hair with one hand, with the other one I thrust three fingers and banged her cunt as she exploded in another round of ecstasy. My fingers slammed in and out of her swollen pussy. Suddenly, her waters sprayed out of her cunt, splattering in a torrent against the wooden floor. "I love you, Phil." "And I love you, Sharon." She lost all her strength and could no longer stand up. As she lost her balance, I grabbed her under her tits, and gently took us down onto the floor. "Baby," she muttered, her sweaty face plastered on the floor. "Come here." She was half way somewhere else, but she hadn't forgotten about me. "Fuck me with your cock." Holding my stiff cock, I got up on my feet and walked behind her. Her gaping asshole started up at me. As much as I wanted to fuck her in her shitter, the poor girl had suffered enough. I grabbed her thighs and lifted them up into the air. She tucked in her legs. Streams of her ejaculate clung to her wiry pubes. I kneeled between her legs and slowly lowered my self over her ass. I pushed into her moist cunt and with a quick plunge, my thick cock was into her. I fucked in and out in quick easy thrusts. "Oh, mmmm, yesssss," she moaned in relief. "That's it. Nice and gentle." Finally, with a few deep plunges, I reached my moment of release. The semen surged up from my balls and into her womb. "Did you like it?" she asked, wearily, aware of the semen that filled her. I held her waist in a gentle embrace. "Yes." She lowered her hips to the ground. I stayed inside, until, gradually, my dick withered, and along with loads of my semen, slipped out of her delicious cunt. Thoroughly spent, I wiped her bottom, and then my cock with the black dress that had gotten all of this started. For a few minutes, I admired her beautiful white behind, its perfect shape and size, and it's capacity to being joy. She was asleep. I kissed her neck, and quickly joined her. Wifey Learns Her Lesson It began as a bit of fun, I'll admit it. Tom was over at our place to watch the game on television. Usually, both he and his wife, Fran, would be over, but Fran was down south taking care of a sick sister, so it was just my good friend by himself with Dee and me. I asked my wife for a minor favour. "Would you get us a beer, darling?" I asked, and Dee gave one of her smart-arse, uppety kind of replies. "What am I? A maid? Get your own beer." I hadn't thought it was too much to ask, but my wife flounced out of the room. Tom muttered, "It'd be a cold day in hell before I'd let Fran get away with talking to me like that." I didn't say anything, and we turned back to the game on television. But I considered Tom's words and thought about the way Fran treated him. I had to admit that Fran did always seem to treat Tom with a certain . . . what? . . . respect? That and something more. Certainly there was plenty of love, and she always gazed at Tom with admiration, even a bit of deference. I sighed as I rose out of my chair. "You want a beer, too?" I asked my friend. "Sure, " he said, and I thought I detected just the slightest snort of disgust when he said it. Dee was in the kitchen, but I didn't say anything as I brushed by her and got two beers, simply giving me a smug look and a wry grin. After Tom and I had settled in, we started to watch the game. Dee flounced in a few minutes later and sat on the couch, with one leg bent under her backside, her usual pose when sitting and relaxing. Tom was on the couch with her, and I sat in a nearby chair. I sighed. I had to admit she was sexy as hell. I suppose, like most perpetually horny young guys, it was her sexiness that attracted me at first. Even now, not made up especially, she was dynamite. She had her hair in a pony-tail. She had on jean cut-down shorts that displayed her shapely and tanned legs, and a shirt that was tied up in a knot below her breasts, showing a trim tummy and a lovely belly button. Dee doesn't have particularly big tits, but they are pert and proud. The shirt stood out a little. I wasn't at all sure if she had on a bra or not, her tits are that perky. As we sat there in silence, I thought of Tom's words. In a futile effort to be a modern husband, had I been too tolerant? Treated her demands with too much regard? Too willing to give in to Dee's every whim in an effort at being politically correct? I couldn't say it had done much good. As the three years of our marriage had passed, she had become more and more demanding and snotty. Something of a bitch, really. Anyway, I sat there, fuming and thinking. Finally, I abruptly said to Tom, pointedly ignoring Dee, "So what do you do when Fran gets mouthy with you, Tom?" He said rather in a matter of fact way, as if it were the most self-evident thing in the world, "I treat her as I would any bratty c***d." "Which means?" I pursued. "I give her a sound spanking." Dee burst out laughing. "Let me get this straight, " she chortled. "In this day and age of feminism, when women are fully the equal of men, you spank your wife." She stated the last words as opposed to asking. Tom looked at her, raising an eyebrow of disdain, "That's correct. When she is being a brat. As for feminism, I can't say that I see that women are any happier today than they were when their husbands called the shots, when they showed proper respect." Dee was laughing so hard that I thought she would choke. "Respect...?" And that gave me a thought. I decided to challenge my friend. "It doesn't look to me like Dee is showing you much respect right now, Tom. Perhaps you would care to demonstrate your technique for me and her." "With your permission?" Enquired Tom. I nodded. Before three seconds had gone by, Tom grabbed Dee, and none too gently I noticed. She squawked as he turned her over his lap, her bottom in the air. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Teaching a brat some respect." I could see that Tom was plenty strong, and as much as my wife squirmed, he held her tightly. Tom raised a meaty palm. It hovered in the air for a moment. I held my breath. Then he brought it down with a loud thwack! Dee screeched, "Are you going to let him man-handle your wife?" "It looks to me like you've needed it for a long time, " I observed. Tom brought his hand down powerfully two more times; each time Dee howled. Tom muttered, "These damn shorts are getting in the way." I swear it wasn't there at first, but Tom's comment suddenly brought an element of eroticism into the event. I found that my cock was filling like a fricking balloon. I said, "Then, pull them down." Dee squawked in misbelief, "You're telling him to strip your wife?" "Sounds like it, doesn't it?" I answered glibly. Tom didn't hesitate. With one hand he held Dee's birdlike wrists above her head; with the other hand he quickly undid her shorts and pulled them down, along with her panties, to her knees. "That should do it, " he said. For a moment he let his hand drift over her buttocks. "She really does have a beautiful backside, mate." I nodded in agreement. "Just made for spanking, " he added. Dee continued to struggle, but to no avail. If anything, it put her clothes in disarray. Her shorts and panties were now hanging around one ankle and her shirt was riding up high, under her armpits and chin. Jesus Christ, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her lovely conical-shaped tits were completely exposed to me and my best friend! Not only that, and what got my cock harder than a rock, her coral-coloured nipples were stiff as two pebbles. Fuck, my wife was being turned on by the man-handling! Somehow that released the sexual tension within me, and I laughed, suddenly realising that she was actually enjoying it. Tom, after a quick squeeze of her pale pink buttocks, brought his wide, thick palm down in three powerful strokes. Dee's backside turned pink. Again and again, in the now quiet room, he spanked her bratty little bottom. Dee sobbed; tears started to trickle down her cheeks. "Hey...!" she gasped. But she couldn't get any more out, as Tom slapped her again and again. Although she continued to writhe, she really wasn't struggling any more. She recognised Tom's superior strength. And it wasn't just his physical strength she was submitting to; it was a greater determination, a will stronger than her own. Her writhing took on a really erotic undertone. It almost appeared that she wasn't squirming to get away from the powerful palm any more, but rather was pressing herself, pressing her groin, against Tom's legs. Gasping, panting, she looked over to me and finally got out a word. "Please?" "Please--what?" I asked her perversely. "Please tell him to stop. I can't stand it." "You've been a cheeky little brat for a long time, now. It's about time you got your comeuppance." (Or, more to the point I thought; "Cumuppance!") Dee's cute little backside was turning a bright scarlet now, as Tom aimed and rained stroke after stroke on her bare buttocks. My wifes tits were rubbing on Tom's thigh, and she was crying softly. "Please, " she whimpered. "I'll do anything you say." "Anything?" "Y-yes, " she sputtered, catching her breath in a sob. "Tom, " I told my friend. "She looks pretty hot to me." My friend lightly grazed his fingertips over her bottom. I watched my wife's body quiver, fearful that she was in for another going over with his heavy hand. "Her backside is plenty hot, " he agreed. Quietly, I said, "How about her pussy? Is that hot?" Tom looked at me for an instant. "Are you sure?" I nodded. He delved his hand downwards over her buttocks and between Dee's legs. She jumped a little at the touch of his fingertips. "You bastards...!" But her words were quickly cut short when Tom raised his hand again "No!..." my wife groaned helplessly, squeezing her eyes shut, from which tears trickled. Tom quickly applied three resounding strokes to her butt. "I don't think you understand, yet, " Tom told her. "You'll speak when you are permitted to do so." He applied one firm slap to her buttocks, so that even I flinched. "Is that understood?" "Y-yes, s-sir." The words gurgled in her throat. But I had to admit the word "sir" did seem to come naturally from her lips. "All right, then, be a good girl." He dipped his fingers a second time between her thighs. I couldn't be sure, but it appeared to me almost as if my wife raised her backside and spread her thighs a little bit, to give him better access. From where I sat, hands in my lap, legs crossed to conceal the enormous bulge of my penis, I could see that her juices had stained Tom's jeans. I watched intently from my position diagonally across from them and slightly behind her raised backside as he felt my wife up. He lightly caressed her clitoris and I noticed that she shuddered. Her squirming now was as much to press her clit against his thick middle finger as it was to escape his groping. I watched Tom's middle finger disappear into Dee's pussy. She groaned unashamedly in passion, perhaps helpless to stop herself. She bit her lower lip to keep more gutteral sounds from erupting from her throat. For a minute or two Tom stroked her cunt, finger fucking her thoroughly. When he brought his hand up from between her thighs, it gleamed, all wet. He smeared her pungent nectar on her glowing, red buttocks, massaging it in, as if it were some lotion. He grinned at me, "Yep, her pussy is pretty damned hot too." "Well, I owe you something for showing me how to control a brat. Help yourself to it." "Dee, did you hear your husband?" "Yes," she responded, gazing at me with an astonished look. "What do you think of that?" "I think he's a prick for giving his permission for another man to enjoy his wife!" This time Tom spanked her relentlessly. Again and again his large hand whacked her backside. There was no fight left in her, however, and she took the spanking, just whimpering. No pleading. She could see now that was hopeless. She closed her eyes. I meanwhile watched her clit throb and vibrate from the spanking, watched her nipples stay rock hard as they rubbed on Tom's thighs. Even Tom was panting when he stopped. "I don't think I heard you correctly. I'll try again. Dee, did you hear your husband?" "Yes, sir," she said softly, submissively. "And what do you think of that?" "I think my husband is a very nice man to offer his wife's pussy to another man." "So you'd like me to fuck you?" "I..." She couldn't quite bring herself to say it. Finally, she spit out, "I wouldn't mind." "Oh, come now, Dee, your pussy says you would love to fuck." "Maybe my pussy is betraying me." "Maybe your mind is," Tom replied patiently. He raised his palm again. Dee cringed. "Please...?" "Please what?" Tom demanded. "My patience is wearing thin. Dee, do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes," she said in a little girl voice. "Yes please sir, I'd like you to fuck me." "Just "like?" Enquired Tom, impatiently. "I'd love you to fuck me!" she said. Tom finally let my wife's wrists loose. She immediately went to rub her sore backside, but "No," Tom said, "leave it alone. Let it serve as a reminder of your bratty behaviour." "Yes, sir" she said. "Now take out my cock and give it a loving kiss. Show your husband how you obey his desires and commands." Dee hesitated just a moment, before she assumed a position kneeling on the floor in front of Tom and placed her hand on his groin. She unzipped his jeans and reached in, pulling down his jeans and pants to fish out his prick. It sprang free and I had to admit it was a beauty, thick and about seven and a half inches and right now very erect. Dee's narrow pink tongue glided over her lips as she gazed at the throbbing shaft. "Put it in your mouth," Tom ordered my wife. Dee's backside was turned towards me, as she bent over Tom who continued to sit on the couch. It was a bright red and I swear it glowed. I could see Tom's palm prints. Every so often she wiggled her bottom, as if the sensations of the spanking were still tingling over the surface of her abused flesh, and I could see the wetness that was oozing from her exposed pussy. Dee planted kisses and licks up and down the length of Tom's shaft. She left behind wetness, and pretty soon, his entire cock was gleaming. She lightly caressed his balls as she kissed his cock. "You taste so good, sir, " Dee murmured. Eventually, though, pure lust overcame her, and suddenly she buried his shaft down her throat. I could see her neck moving as she deep-throated him. Tom ran his fingers through my wife's hair, as he guided her slutty, wanton mouth. Every now and then, she would murmur or purr, despite a mouthful of cock. I watched the honey seep from her pussy, it was trickling down her thighs. Bent forward, Dee reached her right hand under her and slipped her two middle fingers into her cunt. She stirred the juices around, then teased her swollen clitoris. "Are you making your pussy ready for me?" he asked her. Now that she was compliant, he was almost kind to her. Bringing her face up from his cock, she said, "Yes, sir." "Then turn around, so I can see your freshly spanked bottom. You can sit your sweet little pussy on my cock." Dee eagerly turned around, offering her bottom to Tom for his viewing pleasure. He let his hands stroke softly over the glowing buttocks. He kissed, then licked the crack of her hot backside. My wife shivered almost uncontrollably and her breasts wobbled. Tom took my wife by her rounded hips. Dee spread her legs and reached between her thighs. Gradually, she backed towards my friend. She reached between her legs and guided the meaty shaft towards her cunt. I watched the head of his dick slip between her pouting pussy lips. Dee let out a small whimper of pleasure. Tom pulled her back a little more and another couple of inches of his cock sunk it. Finally, he was embedded in my wife's slippery cunt. All that was outside was his ball sack. Tom rotated his hips, and I could tell his cock was touching, teasing, exploring sensitive places deep in Dee's lovely hole. Every now and then, Tom would massage the scarlet mounds of her bottom. Dee winced, but she also lifted her head up proudly and closed her eyes, and it appeared to me that mingled with the pain was more than a little erotic pleasure too. Squatting slightly, facing me with her eyes closed, putting her hands on her knees for support, Dee rocked back and forth. She was fucking Tom's cock, more than he was screwing her pussy. He was maintaining control of her even in that position. Dee was facing me. I tried to read her pleasure. Her lovely mouth shifted in expressions of desire as if the sensitivity of her cunt was flickering across her entire body. Her beautiful soft and round tits swayed back and forth. Dee murmured softly, little whines and whimpers. "Oh, yes..." she sighed softly. Tom said to me, "Perhaps you'd like to join us. Dee's mouth seems to be craving something to fill it." I stood before my wife. As I said, she was bent over slightly, sitting or more like crouching onto Tom's erect cock, so her lips were not far from my swollen groin. "Take out my cock." I told her. No hesitation, no bitching, no backchat anymore, Dee eagerly reached forward and undid my jeans. As her lips gathered my aching erection into her mouth, I felt her trembling from the dual penetration. Tom drove forward, plunging into my wife's pussy. The motion caused Dee's mouth to engulf my cock. I felt her tongue swirling around my shaft, felt her mouth trying to suck me dry. Never in our years of married life had she ever given me such an enthusiastic blowjob. When I plunged forward, Dee's wet cunt would shove against Tom's prick. Between us, Tom and I, we were pummeling my wife back and forth. I held Dee by her head and pounded into her. Tom held her by her hips and pounded into her. Dee sobbed loudly. She writhed and quivered. She shook and trembled. Her cry of orgasm was muffled by my cock. I erupted in her mouth, and my wife continued to milk me until I was completely dry. She let a bit of the creamy white cum trickle from the corner of her mouth, but she swiped it away with her tongue's tip. Tom made a loud gasp, then he was spilling his seed into my wife's throbbing pussy. Gasping for breath, she nestled her cheek against my shaft. I could see her heart still racing in the quivering of her cute breast. I leaned over and kissed her sticky lips. I, and Dee too for that matter, took the experience with Tom to heart. Oh, she gets mouthy and cheeky every now and then, but I quickly take her in hand, and give her a sound spanking. Sometimes, afterwards, her eyes will sparkle and I wonder if she's doing it deliberately. Whichever, our marriage has never been better. I still invite Tom over occasionally. He suggested bringing Fran and we could have a spanking party. I can't help but wonder what Fran's bare bottom looks like red and hot! Wifey's Awakening It had been a long day. He was anxious to get home. Kick off the shoes, sip a cold beer, and listen to the kids make demands for his time. He just wanted to forget the argument with his boss earlier that morning over the missed deadline, and the growing pile of unanswered requests that were accumulating in his inbox. But hey, it was Friday. He had the whole weekend to recuperate and recharge his batteries before the next week of monotony hit. He reached in his jacket pocket as he pulled onto the expressway - a smoke would be great right now. Golden Earring - Radar Love - blasting on his stereo, and for once, cars weren't backed up, waiting their turn to join the slow-moving snake of cars all creeping their way towards a common goal... home. He fumbled in the inner pocket of his coat, and as his hand came into contact with the cig pack, his fingertips grazed a thick piece of paper tucked deep inside the pocket. A frown creased his forehead at the sensation - had he forgotten an appointment? A client's phone number, thought to be lost? The smoke forgotten, he grasped the paper and tugged it free of his coat. YOU ARE INVITED blared at him from the paper now in front of his face... and a hint of some musky, exotic perfume danced under his nose. He groaned in frustration. Great, a kid's birthday party that he'd be expected to shop for, then play chauffeur both there and back. With any luck, he wouldn't be asked to be a chaperone. He hated it when ice cream or chocolate icing got smeared on his khakis. With one eye on the barely-moving traffic in front of him, his thumb slipped between the sheets of the folded invitation, flipping the top cover up to reveal his next punishment - only what he saw caused an instant stab of anticipation to go straight to his groin. Please honor me with your presence in our bedroom tonight. The kids are at the sitters, the phone is turned off and I have very nasty events planned for you. All my love, ~Me~ What was she planning??? His upper lip broke out in a sweat... this was totally unlike her. He loved his wife deeply, but with the demands of jobs, kids, and household chores, something had to be sacrificed... and that sacrifice had been their sex life. It had been months since they had been together. He'd been carrying a dark secret around with him for awhile now. To relieve his daily stress, he'd started masturbating in the shower at night while everyone else was occupied with homework, dishes, or TV. He felt guilty about it, but he was a man... he had needs. Their lovemaking had never been experimental, or about exploring boundaries... it was always sweet, gentle, and mutually satisfying. There were certain areas his wife refused to enter, though. Oral sex was a definite no-no, and the one time his fingertip had grazed the puckered ring of her anus, she had gasped and scooted away from him in shock. So, he accepted her as she was. Missionary position, lights out, and no sounds, please. Might wake the kids! Suddenly, he became very impatient with the slow progress of the massive line of cars he was in the middle of. His eyes flickered to the road sign looming in the distance. Great! The state road was the next exit - it would cut at least 20 minutes of travel time off since it was a less-traveled road. He immediately flipped his blinker on, and exited. The closer he got to home, the harder his foot pressed on the accelerator. He was full of anticipation, and his groin was tightening as his thoughts were creating a maelstrom in his brain. What was she planning? What got into her? Was this a special anniversary that only women somehow remember? Should he stop at the 7-11 and buy her one of those cheap roses? Perhaps pick up a bottle of wine? But for the life of him, he couldn't stop anywhere. His curiosity was at a dangerous level - he was having a hard time concentrating on the light traffic he was encountering, and all he could think of was his hands on her body again. As he pulled into the driveway, he noticed the house was in total darkness... although he thought he could detect the faint glow of a candle in an upstairs window - their bedroom. Leaving everything in the car, he literally jumped out of the door and ran to the porch. As he was fumbling with his key ring, he noticed a slip of paper gently waving in the slight breeze. His fingers yanked it from the door, and on it was written Welcome home, baby. I'm upstairs waiting for you. Please take off everything except your pants, then look for your next set of instructions. He groaned aloud... my god, what was his woman up to? His fingers were yanking at the buttons on his shirt while his free hand was unlocking the door. By the time he got inside and got the door shut, there were several buttons missing from the front of his shirt. His shoes went flying, shirt landed on the desk in the entryway, and his pants were suddenly very tight over his cock. He fingers went to the button on the waistband, then withdrew. It was her party, let her lead the dance. He leapt to the staircase and began mounting it, taking the steps two at a time. When he hit the landing, he found the next note... Its time for you to find out who your wife really is. Shed your inhibitions and come to me now. Just remember one thing - I love you. p.s. - lose the pants, too! He had to read it three times before he comprehended it... HIS inhibitions? Oh, he'd show her. Just for that, he was turning the bedside lamp on, and leaving it on when they made love. And if she pushed it, he'd even pull the sheet off their bodies so he could look at her nudeness. He'd force her, by god! He may even really push it, and insist they try doggy style. It had always been a favorite of his in his single days. While his thoughts were slamming around in his brain, he was yanking his pants and boxers down. As soon as his boxers skimmed over his hips, his very erect cock sprang from its prison. He was already oozing precum... she damn well better not be playing games with him. His tolerance level was now gone. As his hand went to the doorknob, he noticed he was shaking. WTF??? Why was he nervous? After all, he knew he'd have control. He always did. He was shocked that she had gone this far - always before, it was his duty to make the first move, but he knew how she was. He knew that once he entered their bedroom, she would be sitting on the side of the bed waiting for him in one of her prim little nightgowns. Probably still have her white cotton panties on underneath, too. Well, tonight, it was going to be different. As he stepped into the room, his eyes immediately went to the candles burning. Wow. Candles everywhere. The different scents immediately assaulted his nostrils, almost dizzying in their intensity. But all very erotic - not the floral scents she tended to favor. As his eyes adjusted to the lighting, he was skimming the room, in search of wifey in her little nightgown. Only she was nowhere to be seen. The door to their private bath was open, and he could see candles burning in there, also. As soon as the door latched shut behind him, he heard her voice... only was it her voice? She sounded firm. "Stand in the middle of the room, with your hands at your sides. I'll be there in a moment. And keep your eyes on the bathroom door. I don't want you to miss my entrance." At her words, his body immediately pivoted towards her voice - and he did as she demanded. He was frozen in anticipation and curiosity, shaking hands at his sides, and his hardness jutting out like a beacon to her. And then, there she was. He gasped in shock - who was this woman standing in front of him??? His eyes were frantically jerking up and down in their sockets, scanning her while his brain was attempting to absorb and believe what he was seeing. Her hair was wild... released from its customary alligator clip on the back of her head, it was draped over her shoulders and breasts. Very full, very sensuous looking. It looked as if fingers had already been raked thru it in the heat of passion. Her face - my god, he'd never seen her wear makeup like that. Her eyes were shadowed with smoky color. Lashes very thick and long, coated with black mascara. Her eyeliner was smudged around her eyes, giving her a very erotic, sultry look. And her lips. He swallowed hard when his eyes locked on her lips. They were coated with a very shiny gloss, and they looked full and pouty. He instantly thought of seeing them on parts of his body they'd never tasted before, and for an instant, he felt a stab of fear shoot through him. Was she ill? On drugs? What had come over her? But as his eyes traveled the length of her body, the fear was instantly forgotten and replaced by pure deep lust. Her shoulders were bare, covered only by her hair. Her breasts and stomach were covered by a deep red bustier - laced in front to allow her breasts to bulge and strain upwards. The bustier ended in a point just below her bellybutton, and below it, she was wearing *gulp* a thong!!! With a garter belt - the same red color as the bustier. Thigh-hi sheer red nylons on, held in place with the tiny garters. And on her feet - oh fuck. Stiletto heeled pumps. Very red, very shiny, and very very hot. His eyes went back to her face, and he found himself gasping for breath, trying to find words and make his tongue work. "What are you doing???" he demanded of her. "Shhhhhhhhh"... she held a finger to her lips, and began walking towards him. She was walking like a cat, swaying back and forth, her long legs accentuated by the 6" heels she was wearing. He watched her approach - she looked like a model walking a runway somewhere. He didn't even know she knew how to walk in high heels! As she got close to him, she reached her hand out to trail her nails down his chest - nails that he now noticed were painted red to match her outfit. They looked like claws, and he shivered as they stroked down his tense body. He watched in fascination as her nails continued their slow tease down his chest... over his tightening stomach, and on down towards his groin. Just as they got to his hardness, they stopped, and he groaned. "Oh god, please...". Again, she put a finger to her lips. She leaned her mouth into his ear, and began whispering: "I have something to tell you. You have to listen to me with no interruptions. Then, if you have questions after I'm finished, we'll talk, if that's what you want to do. Deal?" He could only mutely nod in agreement. Her perfume was whirling into his nose, assaulting his senses. If anything, it was only turning him on even more. It smelled exotic, musky, and it was triggering something deep inside him. He felt an ache begin deep inside his groin and begin flooding outwards. The tip of his cock was dripping with precum, and he watched, dumbfounded, as she took a fingertip to him and scraped him clean, then took her finger to her mouth and began sucking on it! At that, he thought his knees were going to buckle underneath him. He felt as if he were standing outside his body, watching what was going on in front of him. It was all very surreal to him, and he could only mutely respond to the gentle pull of her hand as she took his wrist and began tugging him towards the bed. The backs of his legs bumped the edge of the mattress as she gently pushed on his chest, and he dropped weakly to the edge of the bed. He couldn't take his eyes from the vision in front of him, and he also seemed to be having a hard time focusing - his head was dizzy with all the conflicting thoughts and emotions running thru him. She slowly stepped backwards a couple of steps, then gracefully perched on the edge of the window seat directly across from him, doing a very revealing leg cross in the process. He realized at that point he'd been holding his breath, and he expelled it in one harsh blast. This was sheer exquisite agony to him. His prim and proper wife, dressed like she should be posing in Hustler, her voluptuous body molded by the erotic lingerie she had poured herself into... and looking at him as if she could devour him. As his eyes strayed to her face, he watched the tip of her tongue appear and slowly lick across her lips, and he gulped again. The woman had him so hard he was throbbing, and he could feel his balls tightening and crawling in their need to release some pressure. Just as he opened his mouth to ask a simple, "Why?", she began talking in a very low, sex-tinged tone of voice... "I know I haven't been who you've wanted in the bedroom, but I was afraid. Afraid to show you what I really wanted. I thought you'd think I was trashy or something. But now, I have to be completely honest with you. Neither of us are satisfied, and thats stupid. So, I'm going to introduce you to my fantasies tonight. If you can't handle me like this, then we go back to how we were before, and I'll try to be content with that. Are you willing to try this?" His eyes were locked on her mouth as she was speaking, and it took all his will power just to summon up enough strength to nod 'yes' in response to her question. "Greg, there are things I want and need from you, and with you. I'm tired of being miss priss in our bedroom. Did you know that when you're at work, I'm surfing the net, downloading vids of women getting anally fucked, and fisted, and watching dogs fucking women? And ya know what? They turn me on! I love to watch them. I also love to watch bondage flicks. I love it when a woman is tied down somewhere, begging for mercy. Or for cock. I know that you have a couple of 'men' movies locked away in your desk, and I've always been curious about them, but when you never asked me to watch them with you, I just figured you didn't want to expose me to that. Well, guess what sugar? I'm exposed, and I like it." As she was talking, his mind was whirling like a tornado, trying to filter and acknowledge her words. He was in a state of shock. Wifey, watching fuck flicks? And liking them??? She continued, "I also want to try a couple of things with you, sweetheart. I think I'd like to find a woman we could make close 'friends' with. The thought of seeing you with another woman really gets me hot. And to be honest, I'd like to taste her. See what you're going to be tasting. Maybe we could do it together?" With those words, he totally lost it. His cock jerked, and he began spurting all over his inner thigh and across his knee. His cum was leaving his body at a high-pressure pace, and he never even touched himself! When she saw this, she got an evil glint in her eye, and with feline-like grace, she slid off the window seat and began crawling across the floor to him... licking her lips the whole trip. When she got to within reach, her tongue darted out of her mouth and raked across his kneecap... scooping his cum as it traveled up his inner thigh. At the first sensation of her tongue on his bare overheated skin, he let out an animalistic growl. His fingers went to her hair and entangled themselves in the thickness of it, caressing her, and attempting to guide her face upwards. She firmly resisted the slight pressure he was applying, however... she had other plans. After her tongue finally finished working its magic and every drop of his cum was washed from his leg, her face went to his other kneecap, and once again, the long trip up his inner thigh was repeated, with her licking and nibbling and groaning all the way. By the time she reached the juncture of his groin and thigh, he was hard again. His eyes were locked on the sight of his wife's face. She was obviously very turned on - eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, and she was breathing heavier than he could remember her ever breathing during normal sex together. She was also swaying her hips back and forth while she licked... as though she were brushing against an invisible cock, teasing herself. With just the tip of her tongue, she began teasing and caressing the underside of his heavy balls. Another groan escaped his lips, and he scooted his ass a little closer to the edge of the bed. "Oh fuck, baby... please lick me. Take it in your mouth. I'll do you too! I want to taste your pussy on my tongue!" At his words, she looked up at him with an erotic smile on her face. Her breasts were heaving on her chest, and her nostrils were slightly flared. She gently shook her head no, and without speaking a word, she took her lips back to his hardness... and started slapping the end of his cock with her hard tongue. As he watched in awe, her mouth opened in an O shape, and her lips wrapped around his head. He could feel her tongue dancing across the end of his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around him, and her nails were scraping up and down his inner thighs. He thought he was in the middle of a dream. Just couldn't accept it for reality. At least, not until she began pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He groaned again, and at the sound, she looked up and met his eyes. Love and lust were both shining from them, but there was also another something there... a hunger. At the sight and recognition of that, he couldn't help himself. His hips slammed upwards, and he buried his cock deep in her throat. His hands went to the back of her head, and he began fucking her face. Her tongue was going crazy on the underside of his shaft, teasing that fat vein that had already begun filling with his seed again. He could feel his balls slapping into her chin as he fucked her eager mouth, but he couldn't have stopped his movements if he had to. He could feel his cum building, and when he realized he was about to shoot, he started withdrawing from her... even as far gone as he was, he knew that if he spurted down her throat and gagged her, she'd never want to suck him again. But she apparently understood his intention, because instead of allowing him to withdraw, she wrapped her arms around his hips and pushed him deeper into her, then began sucking and tonguing him twice as hard as before. "Oh god. Fuck. I'm gonna shoot! I can't stop myself!" he groaned. "Baby, stop. You're gonna get a mouthful of my cum. Please. I can't stop!" But instead of stopping, she did something so unexpected, so hot, that he instantly began spurting. She throated him! Fuck, he was buried completely down her throat! Balls mashed against her chin, and she was swallowing rapidly, drinking every drop he had to offer her. He was still thrusting into her mouth - short rapid little stabs across her hot lips, and her tongue felt as though it was covering all of him at once. He could feel it everywhere, teasing, licking, and adoring him. As she licked his cock clean, he fell backwards onto the bed, gasping for breath, and feeling his heart trying to pound out of his chest. Once she finished with his cock, her tongue began a long slow tease upwards over his stomach... his chest... and finally to his left nipple, where it flicked across the rock-hard little nub. At that sensation, he again gasped, and thrust his hands under her armpits, hauling her roughly up against his chest so he could look into her eyes. "You obviously have some explaining to do, woman. I wanna know where you learned to suck cock like that!" To Be Continued...