1 comments/ 20411 views/ 1 favorites A Perfect Partner By: nyrjmk I was sitting in traffic on my way home from work when my phone rang. The caller ID said that it was my friend Kim. She told me that she had a rough day, was feeling down and needed to talk to someone. I explained to her that I was stuck in traffic, and I invited her to meet me at my apartment in about an hour. She said that she would rather go out, and she asked when I might be able to pick her up. I agreed to pick her up in about an hour and a half, giving myself some time to get home, freshen up and unwind a bit before meeting up with her. I have always looked at Kim as a great friend and at 5' 2" with great curves in all the right places and long brown hair, blue eyes and C cups, she is also a sexy little fireball. At times, I have entertained notions of seeking a romantic interest in her, but I have never though of myself as "her type of guy". Kim has had a tendency to date "bad boys" rather than "nice guys". I am more reserved, and quieter than the guys that have occupied her dating history. Kim and I have been close friends for about 3 years now, going back to the time that we worked for the same company. I have since left that company but we have stayed in touch. When I got home I freshened myself up and changed out of my business casual attire. I threw on a sweater and jeans, sprayed on some cologne and headed to go pick up Kim. Kim was already sitting on the front steps of her building in jeans and a denim jacket when I pulled up. She gingerly sauntered down the steps toward my car. As she got closer, watching her in her stride I couldn't help but notice how her jeans fit her exceptionally well, and she was wearing a cute and relatively skimpy floral halter-top underneath the denim jacket. She looked exceptionally hot for a girl that reportedly was feeling very upset. I got out of my car to open the door for her. Instead of sliding right into the passenger seat she gave me a hug the moment she reached me. She thanked me for coming over to see her, as the sweet and sexy aroma of her perfume permeated the air of my car. Her eyes and lips were dressed up to be as sexy and engaging as I could have ever imagined her looking. I told her that she looked and smelled great, and that I was happy to be there for her. She told me that she dressed herself up because it was all she could do to help her feel good about herself. I took her hand and suggested that we talk about over coffee, as I drove toward our favorite café where we have had other such talks. She nodded in approval of my idea and held my hand firmly. She began telling me about the guy that she broke up with 2 weeks ago. How he did not make her feel loved or special, in any intimate fashion. She was beginning to doubt herself and what kind of person she was, and whether or not she would ever find anyone that would make her feel as desirable and loved as she thought she deserved to feel. I told her that there was no doubt in my mind that she would find that person much sooner than she was presently thinking she would. We pulled up to the café, and Kim mentioned that she would rather just take something to go and head somewhere where there were not so many people. Kim held my arm tightly as we walked in together and ordered our drinks. The smell of her perfume was tantalizing, and I could not help but once again entertain those romantic notions that I had previously had of her. I was thinking to myself that I have, and I would continue to treat her just as she wanted to be treated, I have always cared deeply for her, and I wanted her very badly when we first met. We left the café and drove down to the pier. We talked about love and relationships on the way there. She said that her drink was making her feel warm and she slid off the denim jacket. The skimpy halter-top magnificently shaped the curves of her breasts. I did my best to make sure that I did not drool from my mouth, but I was certainly drooling from my eyes. I was doing my best to concentrate on acting as a friend to Kim and not trying to rip her clothes off and take her right there in the back seat of my car. She had me so turned on, just from the way that she was dressed, the way she smelled, and her body language. It was as if each word from her lips was lulling me deeper and deeper into a hypnotic trance. She had me completely captivated in this trance, and I was ready to yield to all of my carnal desires. Sensing that she was in a moment of vulnerability I figured that this would be my best chance ever, but little did I know that it was she who had me exactly where and how she wanted me. Kim snapped me out of the trance when she looked deeply into my eyes and asked "Charlie, if I were your girl would you treat me exactly the same way as you do now?" "Of course" I answered her, "just as well, and maybe even better." "I want to be your girl Charlie" she replied. "I love the way you make me feel, and the way you treat me." I was so surprised at this unexpected proposal that I clumsily asked, "Are you sure about this?" Thankfully, she answered, "I'm very sure about this" with a sly grin on her face, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips down to mine. I returned her kiss yielding my lips to hers as she deftly sucked and licked my lips. I grabbed handfuls of her soft hair and I pushed her back into her seat and climbed on top of her. I tore my mouth from hers and began to kiss and nibble her neck. I felt as though an internal dam of pent up lust had just been breached. I was about to tear through the skimpy halter-top and devour her breasts, when I realized where I was and what I was doing. After all that we had been through and the way that we had arrived at this point, I could not take her like this, in my car at the pier. I pried myself away from her and I said, "I'm sorry but we can't do this, not here, not now, not like this." Kim looked at me confused and agitated and said "but you just said that you wanted me, and I just put myself out for you, why are you saying no to me?" "Its not at all that I don't want you" I said, "its just that, I don't want to have you for the first time here in my car at the pier, I want our moment to be more intimate than just the seat of my car" I explained. I think that my words only made her want me even more as she reached for the bulge in my pants and speaking in short breaths she said "forget about that I want you so badly right here and right now." She deftly snaked one hand under my sweater running her nails against my chest while her other hand continued to rub the bulge in my pants. She leaned into me heavily and hungrily pressed her lips to my mouth kissing me with heat and passion. Her heat and sense of urgency were driving me wild. Somehow I gathered my senses and came up with a solution. I pried her hand from my pants, opened my fly and released my hardening cock. I snaked my hand behind her neck and pulled her face down toward my cock. She braced her hands on my thighs pushing them open giving herself more room to be comfortable. Her mouth was open with her tongue sticking out as I lowered her face to my cock. She circled the head with her tongue in a fluid motion with her mouth engulfing the shaft. She pushed her lips as far down the shaft as she could with her tongue teasing the underside of my cock, and she started to suck me. Slowly and cautiously I began to drive away from the pier heading back to her apartment. Her mouth felt amazing on me, and she was sucking my cock with unbelievable desire for it. I had never before had an earnest feeling from a woman of such a sincere desire to give me pleasure this way. Her head was bobbing up and down my shaft with her tongue wrapped around my cock, every so often she would just suck on the head for a moment and lick the droplets of pre-cum from the tip, and I nearly drove into a parked car when she did that. When I stopped at a red light I pried her away from my cock to kiss her. The car sat by the light while we had our lips and tongues enmeshed until the driver behind me started honking that the light was green. As I pulled away from the traffic signal her head once again disappeared from view back into my lap. Her mouth, lips and tongue felt so fucking nice on me, it took every last ounce of brainpower for me to concentrate on driving. As we neared her apartment and I was managing to get into more control of my driving I let one hand go from the wheel, down her back to her ass. I slipped my hand under the waist of her jeans and started to rub and squeeze her ass. It must have been making her hotter because she began to suck and lick me with even greater fervor. When we reached her place I convinced her to tuck my cock back away while I parked so that I wouldn't have to run to her building with my cock hanging out of my pants. Stepping out of the car and walking the few steps up to her building I kept myself very close right behind her to hide my obvious arousal from the general public, but there was nothing that we could do to hide the blatant lust that was in our eyes. Waiting for the elevator I pressed her against the wall with my hands at her hips pressing the bulge in my pants against her as we kissed. She placed her hands on my chest and teased my nipples as our tongues danced together. We stepped into the elevator alone and I opened her jacket and took her tits in my hands. I played with her nipples through her top as we continued to kiss feverishly. Stepping out of the elevator we stumbled our way to her door kissing and fondling. We entered her apartment and I pulled her coat halfway down her arms holding her arms at the side of her body. I pushed her roughly against the door and I kissed, sucked and nibbled her neck. My mouth trailed down her neck to her collar and then back up to her ear licking, sucking and nibbling all along the way. I thrust my body against hers pressing my chest to her chest, my hips to her hips, and my cock against her pussy. I was now releasing my own lust and urgency for this stunning, sexy woman that I have wanted to with for so long. She was starting to sigh and pant and I finally dropped her coat to the floor releasing her arms. She pushed me back from her and pulled her top from her chest, at the same time I pulled my sweater over my head and then grabbed her by the wrist. I pulled her by the wrist straight to her bedroom. I threw her down on the bed and grabbed for the zipper of her jeans. I yanked them down to her ankles taking a brief moment to appreciate her sexy red thong. With her pants around her ankles I dropped my own pants and my boxer briefs, and then removed her pants completely. I climbed on top of her wrapping my arms around her pressing our heated naked bodies together. I was again taking a moment to allow myself to be intoxicated by her scent, and by the touch of her soft skin. We rolled on the bed kissing and groping, our hands roaming each others bodies too fast for me to recall what I was touching and when, but I know that I touched her all over and I loved the way her body felt. I sucked and nibbled on her nipples taking each one in my mouth, and first sucking gently but then gradually sucking harder until I pulled my mouth back grazing the nipple with my teeth. She teased my nipples too with her fingers and her tongue, as we rolled back and forth on the bed. Somehow she ended up on top of me and sat up straddling me with a devilish look in her eyes. She ran her fingernails down my chest sending sensations through my body. I reached for her breasts but she caught my wrists and pushed my arms down to my side. She pinned my arms down with her legs as she adjusted herself to be sitting over my face. My breathing quickened as I could see her pussy glistening with wetness. "I gave you some good head before and now I want to see what you can do too," she purred as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I lifted my neck and snaked out my tongue to lick her lips. I started by rolling my tongue along her sweet wet lips slowly, just to take in her taste. I pressed just the tip of my tongue between her lips and began to lick her up and down. She began to push herself more against my face, wanting my tongue deeper inside her. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her and fluttered my tongue up and down. I pulled my tongue back out of her and licked her lips then pushed my tongue back in, I pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her and then pulled it back and then pushed it back in, fucking her with my tongue. She was sighing and moaning as she ground her pussy against my face. I could feel her wetness on my chin. I rolled my tongue around in circles inside of her quickly, and then I made slower circles, and then quickly again. The changing pace of my tongue was driving her wild. I rolled my tongue from between her lips up to her clit. She grabbed the back of my head and held my face against her pussy. I pressed my tongue against her clit and wagged my tongue from side to side over her clit. Her sighs and moans were getting louder and louder and I could feel her climax building in her body. I licked her clit slowly, and then quickly and then slowly again. She was writhing thrusting herself into my face. Suddenly she shoved my head down to the bed away from her. She turned around releasing my arms and grabbed my cock. She bent down and licked up the pre-cum that had accumulated at the tip of my cock. She looked back at me and with my cock in her hand she hissed "I want this inside of me right now." I sprung up to my knees and grabbed hold of her hips as she had lifted her ass in the air for me. I rubbed my cock against her wet slit. She started pushing herself back against me wanting me inside of her, wanting to cum with my cock inside her. I slid the tip of my cock between her lips, and her welcoming pussy engulfed me fully to the hilt. I quickly established a fast rhythm rocking my hips against her pushing the full length of my shaft deep inside her. She matched every thrust, pushing herself back against me. The walls of her bedroom echoed from the sounds of our bodies slapping together, and from her sighs and moans. My cock felt amazing inside of her as she clenched the walls of her pussy around me, trying to hold me right there inside of her, milking me. I sensed that she wanted to be in control, but I wasn't ready to give it to her so quickly. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and hissed at her "is this what you want? You want my cock to fuck your sweet little pussy nice and hard?" "YES! YES!" she screamed back at me. "Fuck me harder" she hissed at me. I tightened my grip on her hair and pushed her down into the bed. I released any energy that I had been holding back and I slammed my cock into her as hard and fast as I could. I let go of her hair and grab her hips pulling her against me with each thrust of my cock. I could feel her body starting to shake again, as she was nearing her climax again. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her up against my body. I reached around her waist and began to rub her clit as I continued to fuck her. She started to quiver more now, and she was sighing more loudly too. I rubbed her clit faster and whispered in her ear "cum for me baby right now", and that is exactly what she did. I grabbed the back of her neck and turned her face to me to kiss her as I felt her body quake in her climax. She sighed and she shook as waves of orgasm rocked her body. I pulled my cock from her pussy and pushed her head down to me. I pushed my cock into her mouth and grunting and twitching I filled her mouth with cum. She closed her eyes and sucked me clean. When she had licked the last drop from the tip of my cock we lay down together and laughed. Neither one of us had ever realized that the perfect partner had actually been there all along. A Perfect Partnership A special thanks to my editor, LaRascasse, without whom this story would likely have been unreadable. The alarm blared its daily rooster routine, snapping me out of an odd dream involving a growling rabbit and Yosemite Sam. I felt my husband leave the bed, and heard him fumble with his phone to dismiss the alarm. Our room went quiet once again, and my eyes slowly drifted shut. The faint, familiar sounds of my husband quietly getting ready for work acted as gentle white noise, lulling me back to the nonsensical realm of the avid dreamer. * The dog-sized rabbit perched atop the old CRT television set, staring at me with his unreadable, beady eyes. His long ears lied back, pressed firmly against his tightly-bunched rodent form. A vicious growl emanated from the rabbit's throat. His lips drew back to reveal a mouth full of what seemed like millions of razor-sharp steel needles. His growl increased in volume and ferocity, and he gracefully hopped down from the TV. I stumbled back, fear stealing my grace, as the rabbit advanced towards me menacingly. He did not hop as a bunny would; rather, he stalked closer, his movements resembling a great cat. The snarling, growling rabbit came within kicking distance, but my legs refused to bend to my will. His shoulders bunched up as he made ready to pounce on me. There was no doubt in my mind that his attack would be at my throat, though that would have been too high for any other rabbit to reach. I tried to scream for help and found that my voice was just as useless as my legs were at this critical moment. My stomach clenched in preparation for the pain of my final moments. Just as it seemed that my life was over, and the evil bunny was going to jump and tear my throat out, a familiar character burst onto the scene. Short and stocky, he had flaming red hair and a cartoonishly long handlebar mustache. He sported a gallon hat, chaps, spurs, and two six guns. The figure came between me and the rabbit. Yosemite-fucking-Sam had come to my rescue. "I'm going to blast your sorry ass straight to Hell, you little varmint!" It was shocking to hear foul language from that familiar raspy southern drawl. The cartoon-come-to-life drew his guns with lightning speed and started to fire wildly. The deafening blasts echoed around the room, and I was sure my head would explode just from the sound. As fast as Yosemite Sam had been, the rabbit was faster. He nimbly hopped, rolled, and otherwise eluded the outlandish gunslinger's deadly bullets. In the middle of his barrage, the wicked bunny spotted an opening in Sam's lead defense, and he lunged at the stocky man's neck. His steel trap mouth latched onto Sam's throat, and the rabbit shook and tore violently. The cowboy gargled a shout and spun around in panic, spraying blood everywhere and very nearly putting a few bullets in me. And just as quickly as he had pounced, the rabbit dropped to the floor, blood and bits of flesh hanging from his bared teeth. Something truly odd happened then: Yosemite Sam began to dissolve into hundreds, thousands of hand-sized miniature Yosemite Sams. They cascaded from his disintegrating body until they seemed to fill the whole room. "You'll pay fer that, ya fuckin' varmint!" They all drew their tiny six-guns, and swarmed towards the gory rabbit. The miniatures started shooting, apparently unfazed by friendly fire, and their guns made little popping sounds, like crushed bubble wrap. Thousands of tiny bullets tore into the rabbit's fur, but his ferocity was not abated. He snarled, bit, and scratched, tearing into the horde of attacking gunmen, killing hundreds of them. As he did so, he began to carve a path back towards me, and I knew that I was the real target. The rabbit was bleeding freely, and much of his skin and fur was sloughing off his body to reveal muscle and bone beneath, but he showed no signs of pain, nor did he falter. Confronted with this hellish scene, I thought my heart would literally stop from fear. "Baby, it's okay, it's okay." My eyes snapped open and I paused mid scream. My heart felt like it was going to beat through my ribcage, and I was drenched in sweat. I struggled to gain control of my rapid breathing. Daniel was sitting on the edge of the bed beside me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. He had been shaking me awake. "God," I sighed, closing my eyes, and releasing the tension in my body. "Why do I keep having that fucking dream?" Daniel leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I don't know, love, but at least it was just a dream," he reassured me. "You're probably just too stressed about school. Try not to worry about it so much--you're going to do fantastically, I know it." He squeezed my shoulder for emphasis. I placed my hand over his and opened my eyes to find his in the low morning light. "Thank you," I replied. I was still a little too befuddled for more, but I meant it. No one I have ever known has as much faith in me as my husband does. His belief in me and his unshakable support were the reasons I was going back to school in the first place. Without him, I would never have had the guts to take that plunge again. He leaned over again and softly kissed my lips this time, but I sucked his lower lip into my mouth for a more passionate kiss before he could pull away. His tongue sought mine, and as they met he ran his hand over my body, massaging up from my tummy to finally gently knead my right breast. I moaned into his mouth. All I could think about was his face during and after sex: how much he obviously enjoyed fucking me, how happy it made him. More than anything he could do to me, that turned me on and fulfilled me. I wiggled my left arm under his body and drew him down to me, while I used my right to grope the growing bulge in his pants. One firm squeeze of his cock, and he sighed lustily into my mouth, his hot, moist breath filling my lungs. He pulled his head away from my mine just enough to break our kiss. "I have to go, baby, or I'm going to be late." His voice was low and tense, and the hunger in his eyes was all I needed to know that he only halfheartedly cared about being late for work. I started pumping his penis through his pants, and Daniel's eyes closed as his breath shortened and he enjoyed the feeling. "Just a quick one, then," I assured him. His only response was a curt nod. It was enough for me. I pulled him over me and rolled him onto his back in the bed. "Take off your pants," I instructed, and as he fumbled with his belt and buttons, I moved down and pulled off his shoes. Seeing he was done undoing everything, I tugged his pants and boxer briefs down and off, exposing his shaved package. His dick sprung up, eager to penetrate my soft flesh. I hurriedly removed my pajama pants and my fingers briefly sought out the sexual lips between my thighs, just in case I needed to work myself a bit for lubrication. I needn't have worried, because my cunt was burning hot and almost dripping wet, just as eager to envelop Daniel's phallus as his member was to be inside me. I allowed myself to fall forward, so that I was on my hands and knees, and I crawled up towards my husband until my face was even with his cock. It isn't a monster porn dick, but he has a good six and a half inches and decent girth. Actually, his length is exactly right for me: when I take him in to the hilt, his mushroom tip just hits the back of my vagina. Any longer and I wouldn't be able to take all of him. My box is a bit wider than his average girth, but we're a good fit overall. With one hand on his inner thigh, I took hold of his throbbing member with my other. Precum oozed out of his tip when I squeezed firmly, and I pumped up so that I could use my thumb to smear the clear viscous liquid all over the head of his cock. Still manipulating his penis, I put my mouth down to Daniel's cleanly shaved scrotum and I gently sucked one of his testicles into my mouth. I heard him gasp and felt is body tense, and I knew that even trying to be gentle, I was being a little too rough on his very sensitive balls. I allowed his scrotum to fall out of my mouth, and I dropped my head lower instead, to start licking at the soft skin between his balls and his rectum. Daniel always loved that, and he arched his back and raised himself off the bed to give me a better position to lick. Precum gushed out of him as he held his breath and squirmed under my playful tongue. I smiled to myself as I licked, enjoying every nuance of his reaction. After a few moments of treating my husband to his favorite form of oral, I brought my head back up and crawled up his chest for the main course. I put my mouth over his, and as our tongues danced passionately, I guided his cock into my engorged pussy. We moaned in unison as he slid all the way into me, until his balls were pressed hard against my ass. I don't stay on top often when we have sex, because it's a lot harder for me to reach climax for some reason; however, we were short on time, so I needed to finish Daniel off as quickly as possible, and being on top gives me the most control over the situation. I tore away from his kiss and sat up straight on his sexual rod, so that I could pull off my shirt and undo my bra. As my small breasts fell free, I cupped them in my hands and squeezed them together. I have plump, B cup tits, but I'm a little self-conscious about their small size and shape, which is why I always have to hold them for a bit before I loosen up. If it were entirely up to me, I'd always at least have a bra on, until we can afford to get my implants, but Daniel loves my boobs. When it comes to my self-image and his perspective of me, he wins. He likes it better when I'm completely naked--unless I'm dressed up in one of my sex outfits--so that's what I do for him. Daniel reached out his hands and I moved mine, so that he could grab my breasts and massage them together. He sat up and took my right nipple into his mouth. I gasped at his enthusiasm, and he backed off a bit, instead rolling his tongue around my areola. I moaned with pleasure. It did feel good, but I enjoyed the attention and the love he put into playing with my nipples more than I ever enjoyed the physical feeling of it. Staring down at his face, his closed eyes, the shape of his mouth, and the obvious effort he was putting into stimulating me, I actually started to lose myself in the moment. I felt my eyes slowly start to roll back, and my mouth hung open as my head started to fall back. Before I could fall to pieces, though, I remembered that I had to make sure that Daniel wasn't too late. I ran my fingers through my husband's short, brown hair, caressed his face, and then placed my hand on his throat. Squeezing hard, I roughly forced his head back and slammed him back into my pillow. "I'm going to fuck your brains out," I growled through clenched teeth. Daniel swallowed, and I felt every movement of his esophagus beneath my tight grip. "Do...your...worst," Daniel managed to breathe out, despite my death grip on his throat. A small half-smile graced his darkening face. With my left hand, I grabbed his right wrist and pinned his arm above his head, and then I used my right hand to do the same for his left arm. Daniel took in a deep, ragged breath as I started to rock back and forth on his cock, using strong, deliberate movements with my hips. I started slow, sliding his pulsating dick all the way out of me, and then impaling myself on him again and again. I focused all of my will on my vaginal muscles, clenching myself tightly shut around Daniel's cock, then releasing, then tensing again. My concentrated effort had its intended effect in just a couple of minutes. "Oh, God, Laka--I'm going to cum!" Daniel gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut. He always tried to put his orgasm off for as long as possible, so that I might also reach climax. It didn't always work out that way, but it was endearing anyway. I always felt my love for him surge to a peak when I saw how desperately he wanted to make me cum as well. I dropped my head to his shoulder, so that my mouth was right near his ear. "Wait. Wait," I whispered, "I'm almost there, baby." I wasn't actually close to my orgasm yet, but I know when and how to push my husband's buttons. Besides, I wasn't disappointed. I had known from the start that I probably wasn't going to cum this time. With me being on top and doing everything I could to make Daniel cum quickly--and I know exactly how to make him cum right away--it was unlikely that I would completely satisfy myself. I was okay with that. "Shit, babe, oh shit! I can't hold it much longer!" Daniel's exclamation and tensing body was my cue to go into overdrive. It would finish him off for sure, and sometimes it did actually help me have an orgasm or two, despite the position and rushed business. I relaxed my pussy, sat all the way back on my husband's penis, and started to truly fuck him in earnest. I felt my ass and thighs jiggle with each slap against Daniel's raised legs, and the sound came in such rapid fire that it sounded like someone was clapping, congratulating us on our sexual exploits. My breathing was loud and labored, and my heart felt like I was running a marathon. My body became slick with sweat so fast that it almost seemed like someone had taken a spray bottle of water and had started misting me right then and there. Daniel broke free of my hold on his wrists, and he frantically grabbed my waist, trying to slow me down. I was unstoppable, though, and he soon quit trying to slow my pace and instead started using his powerful arms to slam me down on his cock faster and harder than I could manage on my own. Unable to control myself in the moment, I shouted a short cry of mixed pleasure and pain with every thrust; and, since I was crying out anyway, I added extra volume to each shout, until I was literally screaming as we pounded away at each other. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, baby! FUCK!" My loud, throaty sex sounds and encouragement did the trick, just as I knew they would, and I felt Daniel spasm beneath me. I felt his phallus expand beyond it's normal erect size, and hot, thick fluid quickly filled me up and oozed out of me, around his shaft, and dripped onto his balls and our bed. With a deep sigh, Daniel started to lose tension in his body. His death grip on my waist slackened, and I breathed a tiny bit easier. I glanced down as his hands fell away, and I laughed softly when I saw the deep imprints of his fingers in my flesh. Noticing my gaze, Daniel shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry," he said, almost slurring the word. He might have even been blushing a little, but it was difficult to tell in the soft light of sunrise. Bemused, I shook my head. I placed my hand in the center of his chest, between his well-defined pecs, and momentarily admired the beautiful contrast between his white skin and my mocha tone. Sighing, because I knew we were out of time and I would have to rush Daniel out, I leaned forward and gave him one last passionate kiss. "Come on, lazy," I teased, pulling away from him. "You're going to be late!" "I'll just tell them that I needed a quickie," he shot back with a boyish grin. "That's a legitimate excuse for being late to work, isn't it?" I grinned back at him and shook my head again. "It is to us, babe, but not to most bosses." Groaning quietly, I pushed up on my knees and stood up. Daniel's dick, already losing some of the shape of its rigid form, made a funny plopping sound as it came out of me and fell onto his tummy. A little more of his semen dripped out of my still pulsing box, to join the other small puddles of the thick white stuff on our bed. Wobbling slightly on the springy mattress, I stepped over Daniel and hopped off the bed, making for the restroom. I swung open the door and flipped the light switch on, blinking in the sudden illumination. I raised my hand to shield my eyes temporarily, and slowly lowered it as I adjusted to the incandescent glow. Stepping into the restroom, I caught sight of myself in our large mirror, and paused a moment to inspect my reflection. I stand about 5'3" high, and I weigh 121 pounds. I am not skinny like the women in magazines or movies, but I'm also in no way fat. I am working to drop to my ideal weight of 116 pounds, but I have curves the way a woman should, and Daniel finds me extremely attractive, which is the most important part anyway. My hair looks black, but it's actually a very dark shade of brown, and it is usually wavy and hangs about an inch or two below my shoulders. Now, though, much of my hair was plastered to my head and neck, my sexual fervor having worked up such a sweat. My face is slightly round, and decidedly native Hawaiian in structure: small ears, slightly almond-shaped eyes, and a small nose common for my people. My breasts sit just a bit too wide apart on my chest for my liking, but they are plump and firm. My nipples are small and rounded, and they stood fully erect while I reviewed myself. My arms are toned, and sometimes I feel that they might be a bit too muscular, but Daniel says that I'm crazy. Better to have muscles than flab, he says. I suppose I can't argue with that. My tummy and navel are definitely my proudest features. I may not be a skinny supermodel, but I don't have a belly like a lot of other girls my age. My tummy is flat and toned, and leads to a navel that even I would want to kiss and lick all the way down to my sweet spot. I normally completely shave all of my pubic hairs, but it had been a day or two since I had last shaved and I had small, black hairs populating my mound. From there, I could see my thighs and calves, my second best assets. They are thick and powerful, devoid of cellulite, and capable of breaking Daniel's ribs if I decided to squeeze hard. He absolutely loves my legs, and I have to agree that they are striking. I suddenly received a playful slap on my ass, and I yelped in surprise. "Admiring yourself, are you?" Daniel had come up behind me, and I hadn't even noticed. He wrapped his arms around me, placing his hands on my pelvis and running his fingers through my short hair. He pressed his body against mine, and the cum that had landed on him squished warmly against my cooling skin. I reached up and grasped his biceps, and he leaned in to gently kiss my earlobe. "I don't blame you," he whispered lustily, as his fingertips worked down and began to probe the hot lips between my legs. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply when he found my clit and playfully manipulated me. I halfheartedly pushed his arms away from me; unfortunately, he gave me another kiss, this time on my neck, and stopped. I sighed again, but I knew that if he didn't leave in the next minute or so, he really would be late for work. "Sorry, baby," he apologized with sincere remorse, guiding me farther into the bathroom, "but I really do have to get going." "I know," I replied. "You'll just have to make it up to me when you get home. Deal?" I stuck out my pinkie, and he hooked his around mine. "Deal!" He pulled some toilet paper off our roll and started to clean off his mess. I considered doing the same, but then thought better of it. "I'm just going to jump in the shower, okay?" "Yeah, go ahead," Daniel said, waving more towards the tub. I put my hand behind his neck and drew him down from his 4 inch height advantage for one last kiss. "Drive safely," I told him as we parted lips. "I will," he promised. He threw the paper in the toilet, and then he reached out to caress my cheek. "I love you with all of my heart." "And I love you with all of mine," I responded sincerely. I took his hand in mine, and turned my head to kiss his palm. He turned to leave, and I stepped into the bathtub, drawing the shower curtain closed behind me. I heard Daniel hurriedly getting ready again, but then I turned the shower knob and the sudden rush of water from the tub spout drowned out all other noise. When the water was appropriately hot, I pushed in the pin above the spout, and water hissed out of the shower head. A Perfect Partnership After a few moments of standing in the downpour, allowing the hot water to run over my body, I heard the front door slam shut. With another moment of consideration, I stepped out of the shower, hurried into the cold room, and retrieved the glass dildo that Daniel had gotten me a few years back. Shivering, I quickly got back into the shower, sighing with relief as the scalding hot water pounded my skin once again. I truly enjoyed the sex I had just had with my husband, but I hadn't had the chance to cum and I was feeling a little left out. I normally preferred the thicker, gel double-dildo that Daniel had purchased for me, but the glass of the toy I was holding in my hand was designed specifically to absorb the temperature of its environment, and I wanted it to get nice and hot. I turned off the cold water entirely, so that the water raining down on me became too hot to stand in. Backing up, I carefully sat down in the tub, allowing myself to slide farther and farther down, until the main force of the falling water was gently beating on my firm tummy. Down this low, the water lost enough heat to be tolerable again, but only just. The studded, glass phallus in my hand was almost uncomfortably warm. I inverted my grip on it, so that the mushroom tip of the toy extended down in the opposite direction of my thumb. My pussy was still engorged, having never lost the sexual high from fucking Daniel, and when I placed the tip of the curved toy between my legs, my cunt seemed to pull the glass dick in of its own accord. I inhaled sharply as the almost painfully hot cock slid into me, but bit by bit I stabbed it farther inward, until only the ball-shaped end remained outside. At that point, I had no grip on the toy, so the only way to get it back out was to squeeze it out using my strong vaginal muscles. Of course, that had been my intention in the first place, so I didn't worry about my fingers' inability to retrieve the disembodied penis resting inside me. I closed my eyes and let the pure physicality of the moment envelop me. I relished the incessant drumming of hot water on my thick thighs, my tight tummy, and my plump tits. I focused my feelings on the heated rod filling the hungry void between my legs. I overcame the nausea caused by the intense temperature inside my box, and once I did, the heat seemed to radiate out to my extremities, numbing me in the most pleasant way imaginable. I felt my neck and face flush with blood, and I took deep, slow breaths to center myself. When I was ready, I placed my hands right beneath my breasts, pushing firmly on my diaphragm. Following the flow of my breathing, I started moving my hands down my chest, never letting up on the strong pressure I was exerting; meanwhile, I focused my imagination on the very tip of the dildo buried inside me, and I imagined my pussy closing down around that tip, starting from the farthest back I could manage and moving forward. As I did this, my body responded accordingly, and the dildo slowly started to slide out of my sexual haven. By the time my hands had reached the center of my stomach, I had squeezed a third of the phallus out of me. When my hands reached the base of my tummy, where my pelvic bone started, I stopped moving them and pushed down harder than I had before. I continued to squeeze with my cunt until the glass cock almost felt like it was going to fall out completely, and then with a deep breath I contracted my muscles in the opposite direction, sucking the toy back inside me. Using the tips of my fingers on both hands,I pushed in on my tummy, until I could feel the head of the dildo scraping against the top wall of my vagina. This was something that Daniel loved to do when he fucked me on top, pushing the head of his cock against his hands on my tummy, feeling himself fuck me from the outside. Once, he had taken my hands and put them in his favorite spot, to show me why he liked it so much, and I had fallen in love with the feeling. It was exquisite, to feel his penis from the inside with my pussy, and from the outside with my hands. Another thing Daniel liked to do was move his hands apart and press down on either side of where his cock pushed against my vaginal wall, so that he could clearly see his penis move inside me with every thrust. It's a similar idea to pushing your tongue hard against the inside of your cheek, moving it around, and watching the motion in a mirror. I did that next, pressing down on either side of the toy as it reached inside me, and I watched hypnotically, through half-closed eyes, as the toy popped up against my skin. Watching the mound of raised flesh move farther up as the toy moved deeper inside was incredibly erotic. I closed my eyes again, and I focused on repeating the pushing and sucking maneuvers with my pussy, until--without even using my hands to guide the toy--the dildo was fucking me at a quick, steady pace. My breathing became more shallow, and a familiar pressure began to build inside me. I was extremely horny, and I wanted more than a normal orgasm, so I took hold of the toy with my left hand, and I placed my right hand firmly against my mound. Using my hand, I worked the dildo in and out of my cunt much faster than I could with just my muscles. Unconsciously, my other hand frenetically rubbed my clitoris in practiced circular motions. My back arched off of the bathtub as I neared climax, and with a shudder, I collapsed back down as the first orgasmic wave rippled through my body. Normally, I pull my toys out right as I cum, I push against my clit instead of rubbing it, and I allow my labia to open up, expressing my orgasm. This time though, I wanted to explode; since I was in the shower with the water running, a mess wasn't an issue, and I wanted to squirt cum all over the tub. Ignoring my body's cries to hold myself and allow the orgasm to wash over me, I fucked myself with the dildo even faster, and my fingers flew over my clit in a blur. I clenched hard with my box, keeping all of my juices inside. I could hear my teeth grinding loudly in my head, and my lips pulled back on their own, almost in a snarl. I actually started to growl a bit, trying to ignore the burning sensation in my arms and wrists, and the almost raw feeling of my clitoris. The normal pressure I felt right before an orgasm had not dissipated, because I was keeping it all inside, and it was building to an unbelievable degree. A second orgasm suddenly, unexpectedly rocked my body, and I almost lost control, almost spoiled everything; however, after a split-second hiccup in my rhythm, I redoubled my efforts. Every muscle in my body burned with tension now, and I imagine that veins in my neck and forehead were probably popping out like I was in brutal labor or something. A small bulge actually started to build in my navel, as my vagina built up pressure, until it looked like I was 4 or 5 months pregnant. At last, screaming hoarsely, a third orgasm hijacked my body, and I convulsed uncontrollably. The glass penis literally shot out of my pussy as clear, hot cum exploded out of me, splattering the far side of the bathtub. I continued to scream as my vagina went haywire, clenching and unclenching on its own, forcing more and more of my sexual juices outward in an unstoppable torrent. An incredible sexual event that probably lasted mere seconds, seemed, to me, to last for ages. And then it was over. My body continued to twitch slightly as the last flow of cum dribbled out of my cunt and ran down my ass, but I was no longer screaming. My heart and lungs were working overtime, as though I had just run a 20-mile marathon, and my throat was raw. Everything hurt, from my toes to my jaws. It was a fantastic feeling. I tried to move my arms, to assist me in sitting up higher, but the most I could manage was a weak flopping motion, and I laughed weakly. My eyelids drooped shut, and I lightly dozed in the cooling water, physically and mentally exhausted from the activity of the morning. I don't know how long I slept there, but I came out of my restful slumber when the water became lukewarm. Gingerly, I drew my knees up, and then stood up slowly. My extremities tingled as they regained some feeling, and I quickly went about the business of actually showering. I finished before the water lost all of its heat, and I turned off the shower, drew open the shower curtain, and pulled a towel off the rack opposite me. The bathroom was too steamy for my liking, making it difficult to breathe so I opened the door and stepped into the cool bedroom, my towel wrapped around me. I started to dry myself, and took the opportunity to stretch out some of my sores as well. When I was sufficiently dry, I tossed the towel on the chair at our desk, and I opened the closet to search for something to wear. I had plans for what to wear that night, when Daniel returned, but I would have gotten too many stares if I wore it out. Instead, I just grabbed some low-cut blue jeans and a thin black spaghetti-strap. I pulled the tight-fitting jeans over my naked legs--I only wear panties for sex play--and then I pulled the blouse over my head, adjusting my boobs to align with the inner bra attached to the shirt. I went back into the bathroom, put a little makeup on, brushed out my hair, and then I stepped out to examine myself in the full length mirror hanging on our door. The blouse was short, and because the jeans were low-cut, a good 3 inches or so of my navel was exposed. The lines of toned muscle led down from my waist to the top of the pants in a beautiful v-shape, and if Daniel had been there he would have gotten on his knees and lustily kissed my tummy. My dark hair was all to one side, hanging over my left shoulder, exposing my cutely-shaped right ear. I pursed my lips as I struck a pose in the mirror, and turned a bit to make sure my butt looked good in the pants as well. Satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my phone, my car keys, and the debit card, and I headed out to the garage. I ran several errands that day, shopping for groceries, house supplies, and some new clothes for work. While I was picking out some fruit at the grocery store, I was approached by a middle-aged man, and I had to politely refuse his advances. When explaining that I was married did not deter him, I lost my politeness and told him to fuck off. Luckily, a passing employee noticed what was going on, and he stepped in, telling my would-be suitor he would call the police if I wasn't left alone immediately. The persistent man did back off at that point, and I thanked the employee before checking out and quickly leaving the store. I met Daniel at work for his lunch break shortly after the incident, which was unfortunate because I was still in a foul, confrontational mood. I told him what had happened, we talked about how work was going, and then we ended up getting in an argument over some stupid little thing. There was an awkward tension between us that I regretted as soon as Daniel got out of the car to head back into work. I sighed and slammed the back of my head into the seat's headrest. "Stupid!" I berated myself. I got thirty minutes out of the 8.5 hours that the love of my life couldn't be at home with me, and I had let some jackass get to me and ruin it. My phone buzzed in my lap, and I looked down to see the message notification. It was Daniel, already. I'm sorry, the text message read. My phone buzzed again, and I received a second message. I love you very much, and I didn't mean to upset you. :-( I shook my head. Daniel was usually the first to apologize, even when I was wrong. I picked up my phone and typed out my response. That was all me, silly. I'm sorry I was in a bad mood. You'll have to punish me tonight. ;-) He didn't respond right away, so I put the phone on my lap and started the car. I was halfway to the second-hand store where I do a lot of my clothes shopping when my phone buzzed again. The street I was on is entirely too busy to be checking text messages, even at red lights, so I left it alone until I pulled into the parking lot of the store. With the car safely parked, I picked up my device again. Yeah? Customers have really been pissing me off today, so that sounds really good! I'm sorry people are stupid! I'm going to get dressed up, and I want you to take it all out on me tonight, okay? While I waited for his response, I got out of the car, stuffed my EVO into my too-small pocket, and headed in to the store. I made straight for the women's pants, and started browsing for dress pants that might fit me. I had an armful of pants by the time I received Daniel's next message, but with some creative posturing and maneuvering, I managed to get my phone out and unlock it without dropping anything. His text brought a smile to my face. Maybe not all out on you. It's been frustrating, and I might knock you out if there was no restraint. Unless you'd like that... ;-) Well, maybe not that hard. I still want to feel you fuck me! But a little blacking out would be enjoyable. I could clearly imagine Daniel adjusting his stiffening cock to try hiding his hard on from his coworkers, who were mostly women. Smiling to myself, I flagged an employee down and secured a dressing room. I need your help picking out some pants for work. I hung the clothes up on the provided rack, placed my phone on the bench in the large fitting room, and proceeded to undress. I threw my clothes on the floor in a haphazard pile, and then kicked them into a corner. I took the first pair of pants off the hanger and pulled them on. They were thin and black, and fit a bit tightly around the waist, but they did an amazing job of hugging my ass and thighs. I retrieved my phone and launched the camera app. Striking a few poses, I snapped a number of photos, using the full-length mirror in the room. I took some shots with my breasts fully exposed, others pressed against the wall perpendicular to the mirror, and I even managed a shot from behind, bending over to give the camera a prime view of my nicely rounded rear. When I was finished, I reviewed the images, adjusted some of the exposure and color, and then sent them off to Daniel in a MMS message. I took the pants off and tried on another pair, which I did not like at all. I immediately removed them, hanging them up in my "definitely not" area. Before I could try on the next pair, my phone buzzed and danced a little jig on the hard bench. I like those ones!! I want you so badly right now, baby! If you send me more like that, I might have to take a break to masturbate in the restroom. Otherwise, I might accidentally stab someone's leg! The idea of Daniel desperately beating his dick into submission while at work turned me on, and I felt myself grow hot and moist the more I thought about it. I was determined to get him to follow through, so I tried on the other pants and took more photos, attempting to look as sexy and lusty as I could. When I was finished with all of the clothes, I took some all-nude pics, and then I sent all of the photographs to my husband in a number of consecutive messages. After the last message sent, I stood naked, trembling with anticipation. I didn't have to wait long. God, Laka, I need to fuck you! I want to feel your warm skin on mine, your tongue in my mouth, and my rock-hard dick inside you. I reached down tentatively with my free hand, and I slipped my middle finger into my wet pussy. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and bit softly to prevent myself from moaning. I'm in the restroom now. You wanna video chat? Instead of responding to his last message, I opened Google Talk, found Daniel online, and initiated a video call. A few rings, and there he was, clearly in a bathroom stall. "Hi, sexy!" His voice was unexpectedly loud over my phone's speaker. "Shh!" I made the sound with my index finger pressed against my lips. Just to be safe, I pushed down on my device's volume rocker, lowering the speaker volume. "Sorry," Daniel whispered. "God, you are magnificent," he complimented, a hungry, faraway look on his face. I blushed a little. One would think that I'd be used to the way my husband compliments me, but his incredible love, coupled with his fiery and obvious desire for me still gives me chills. "Thank you," I replied meekly, suddenly self-conscious under the piercing gaze of his beautiful hazel eyes. "Let me see how much you want me," I said, keeping my voice low so as not to be heard by any passers by. The suggestion was as much to give me respite from Daniel's eyes as it was to help me regain the bit of randy excitement I had just lost. The perspective on my screen shifted, and suddenly I was presented with the familiar, veined sex of my husband. His penis was fully erect, and his free hand was wrapped around the very base of it, also cupping his balls. Daniel moved his hand farther up his shaft, and he squeezed hard, until the tip of his cock turned a deep purple and oozed precum. With his thumb, Daniel reached out and slowly massaged the clear fluid all over his purple head in practiced, circular motions. I heard him exhale softly, and I imagined him resting his head back against the wall behind him. "Do you want this, baby?" He was slowly pumping his shaft now, still squeezing hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. "Fuck yes," I breathed into the mike. Climbing atop the bench so that no one would see me through the gap between the floor and the dressing room door, I pressed my back to the wall, spreading my legs. I lowered the phone between my legs, and I used the small viewfinder displayed onscreen to line up a good view of my vulva. I slid a finger inside myself and whispered, a little louder, "This is where I want you, baby, right inside me." Daniel's grip on his dick visibly slackened, and he picked up the pace of his masturbation, but it was still a slow up and down movement. I slipped another finger inside my pussy, and then another. With three fingers filling my hole, I started to bang myself, matching Daniel's rhythm. Getting back into the moment, I pulled my fingers out and placed my hand over my mound in my preferred position. My slick fingers hung down over my clit, and I massaged it in tight, quick circles. As I increased my pace, so too did Daniel's pumping, until I could barely keep track of his hand on my phone's oversized screen. When I raised my view from the phone to my working hand, I could see that my own fingers were a blur of frantic motion. I could feel the familiar strain in my neck and the clenching of my abs, as my stimulation built to a climax. An intense heat exploded from my cunt and radiated outward to the rest of my body, and a surge of electrical impulses wracked my body. I hissed through clenched teeth, and my legs stiffened while the orgasm washed over me. I stopped rubbing, and I slipped my middle finger inside my pussy so that I could feel my sexual contractions. While I enjoyed the remnants of my orgasm and waited for Daniel to finish, I felt a little bit of cum slide down between my thighs. Apparently, that was the clincher for my husband, and I watched the head of his penis swell right before he started to cum. His strokes, which had been regular and rhythmic, became erratic and jerky. Thick, white semen shot forth from his cock in a series of short, but powerful eruptions. I couldn't be entirely sure, but it looked like he may have even gotten a bit on the lens of his phone's camera. Some of the smaller loads coated his shaft and his knuckles, while the larger eruptions fell away into the toilet Daniel was straddling. Even with the lowered volume on my phone, I could hear Daniel's heavy breathing over the speaker. A Perfect Partnership I brought my phone up to my face, and my husband did the same with his, so that we were virtually face-to-face again. "Ah, shit," Daniel exclaimed, and the view suddenly shifted to his clothed chest, before turning black. "I got some jizz on my camera," I heard Daniel say from far away. Something about the tone of his voice tickled me, and I burst out laughing. I covered my mouth with my free hand to stifle the laughter, forgetting that my hand was still covered in pussy juice. The faint, sweet musky scent of my sex filled my nostrils, giving me a slightly heady feeling. My laughter successfully silenced, I sucked my index and middle fingers into my mouth. I taste very much like I smell: a faint sweetness, with perhaps just the tiniest tang. No strong scents or flavors from me, which is how I like it. I still had my fingers in my mouth when Daniel brought the camera back to his face, and he grinned as soon as he saw me. "I love you so much, baby," he said with the smile in his voice as well. I popped my fingers out and returned his silly grin. "I love you! You should hurry and get back to work, before they start asking for you," I advised. Daniel nodded. "Yeah, right after I wash this little spot off of my shirt." I laughed again. "Shut up," he said playfully, blushing with embarrassment. "Okay, babe, I'll let you go," I said quietly. "Quickly, though, which pants did you like the most?" "Uhh...to be honest, you were really distracting." He shrugged. "I definitely liked the first pair, and then I would say that the third and fourth pairs were almost as nice." "Okay, thanks!" His quick assessment matched my opinions on the pants, so I felt good about taking them up front for a purchase. "I love you, and I will await your punishment at home, my lord," I said, tossing in a flirtatious wink for good measure. "Dear God, you are just the best wife ever!" He blew a kiss at the phone, and then my screen briefly showed the "end call" sequence before booting me back to Google Talk's contact list. A brisk knock on the dressing room door startled me enough to make me jump, and a woman's voice called, "Is everything working out okay?" Struggling to get my racing heart back under control, I swallowed before responding. "Yes, thank you! I'll be out in just a moment." I waited until the woman's legs moved away from the door, and then I set my phone down to get to the business of getting dressed. I pulled my pants on as swiftly as I could, yanked my spaghetti strap over my head, and inspected myself in the mirror. A dark spot appeared between my legs, where my jeans had absorbed my cum; fortunately, it was far south enough that it wasn't really visible unless I stood with my legs apart. Plus, I was going home after buying my new pants, so I wouldn't be subject to public scrutiny for much longer. Satisfied that I didn't obviously look like I had just been masturbating in a public fitting room, I gathered my things and opened the door. An employee, a woman in her late 40s and probably the same woman who had knocked on the door, was standing a few feet away, trying to look busy riffling through a clothes rack. One look at the cold stare she afforded me, and I knew that she had a pretty good idea of what I had been doing. I threw her a smile and a wave, and she huffed in disapproval. I laughed and walked away, heading toward the registers. On the drive home, I decided that I wanted to go for a run. When I arrived at the house, I put my new clothes in the wash, changed into running attire, and got our pit, Yari, harnessed. We started our run right out the front door, and continued about a mile and half down the road until we reached the off-leash trails of the city park near us. I zoned out, listening to music and concentrating on moving my burning legs, only snapping back to reality whenever Yari ran too far ahead of me. Then, I would slow down, call his name, and wait for him to return to my side before resuming my full run. The only other time I was snapped back to the world outside my head was on the way back home, when some macho jackasses honked at me as they drove past, apparently under the impression that women appreciate such loud, abrasive gestures. The noise scared the crap out of my timid companion, and I fumed the rest of the way home. When we got home, I took Yari out back and let him cool down with his favorite game: fetching balls launched from a Chuck-It. He only wanted to play for a few minutes before he started to pretend he was interested in invisible things in the yard, his way of letting me know that he was finished. We went inside, and he collapsed on his side, panting like he had just run an Olympic marathon. I left him where he lay, and I stripped my sticky athletic wear off in the hallway, walking the rest of the way to our room in the nude. I tossed the clothes into our laundry hamper, barely making the shot. Stepping into the bathroom, I turned the water on and got into the shower. This time in the tub was all business, and I set to work washing and scrubbing the day's messiness off of me. I also shaved--everything. I enjoy sex more when my pubic area is completely smooth, and I know that Daniel appreciates it as well. Silky smooth once again, I shut off the water, toweled down, threw on some pajamas, and settled down on the couch to read from my ridiculously heavy textbook. For the rest of the afternoon, I alternated between reading, napping, and watching TV. At one point, I did get up to make pasta for a late lunch. When I took a bowl of the food back to the room, Yari followed me in and plopped down on the sofa beside me. We napped together, after I finished eating, and I dreamed of more outlandish characters and situations. Fortunately, my dreams this time stuck with weird, as opposed to terrifying. I was awakened by the buzz of my vibrating phone, which had somehow found its way under my neck. Groggily, I picked up the device and turned on the screen to review whatever notification had just come in. I'm clocked out and I'll be on way home soon. I love you with all of my heart, and I can't wait to be with you! I tapped out a quick response, telling Daniel to drive safely, and then I began preparing for our night. First, I readied the bed and tidied the room just a bit; next, I set to work lighting the many candles that littered our little living space; and, finally, I went into the closet to change. As I stripped down and pulled out what I was going to wear, I recalled a conversation I had had with a high school friend of mine, about 2 years after I married Daniel. She had started the discussion by making it clear that she thought me and Daniel were insane for getting married almost right out of high school. My response had been simple: when I had found someone as perfect for me as Daniel, someone who loves me deeply and supports me in everything I do, why should I not jump at the chance to keep that for the rest of my life? Daniel gives me what I need: he loves me, tells me so often, and he's not shy about being a touchy-feely couple in public; he supports me in every decision I make, even if he has expressed to me beforehand that he thought the idea was a bad one; he is interested in nearly all the same things that I am; he loves talking to me; and he holds the same morals and principles as I do. He's not the most romantic man I've ever met or seen, but what he lacks in romance, he more than makes up for in love, commitment, and his strong sexual desire for me. Daniel also does most of the chores around the house, including laundry and dishes; he never goes out with friends without me, and he never brings work home. In return for what amounts to a great husband, the only things Daniel has ever expected from me are love, fidelity, and a lot of sex. To me, those things are almost nothing to ask for, considering what I get from him. Of course I love my husband, and I would never stray from him; and, since sex is such a fun, easy thing to do anyway, of course I can give him a lot. And, in nature's kind way of encouraging breeding, the more sex I have, the more I want sex, making it even easier to live up to Daniel's expectations. My friend could not comprehend any of it. We had moved on to another topic, and I don't think we ever touched on it again. Shaking my head while I thought about how some people could miss the easiest things in life, I adjusted the last of my outfit and left the closet to review my image in the full-length mirror. I was the very incarnation of lust and fantasy: thigh-high, sheer white stockings; a high-quality plaid skirt so short that it barely managed to cover my butt; a fitted, white silk dress shirt; and a short, dark red tie wrapped loosely around my neck. The bright whites of my shirt and stockings contrasted beautifully with my creamy brown skin, and I felt myself getting wet just staring at myself. I would want to fuck a girl that looked the way I did, so I can't even imagine the way Daniel must feel whenever I choose the schoolgirl costume. Tearing my gaze from the mirror, I swiftly got the rest of the room ready. I turned off the lights, so that the many flickering tongues of fire could lick at the darkness. I clicked the mouse on our desktop to bring the computer out of hibernation, and I put on some of our electronic lounge music. After setting the volume low, I turned off the monitor, so that its bright LCD wouldn't distract the flames from their beckoning mistress. The last thing I did before taking a seat on the couch was to move the simple wooden chair at our desk out into the middle of the room. Everything ready, I played with my phone until I heard Yari's excited hustle outside the bedroom door, meaning that Daniel had arrived and was unlocking the front door. The front door swung open, making a familiar swooshing sound that I could hear from the room, and I heard Daniel happily greet our needy pit bull. I turned off my phone's display and set it aside as a few soft footfalls in the hallway signaled that my husband was about to enter the room. I stood and positioned myself some feet beyond the door, so that I would be the first thing he saw in the dim light. The door handle turned, and standing in the glow of the hallway light was Daniel. Upon seeing me, he instantly broke into a grin. I waved to him girlishly, tilting my head slightly for the full Japanese schoolgirl effect. "Hi!" I said excitedly. "Hello, beautiful," Daniel responded in a low, throaty growl. He shrugged off his jacket as he stepped into the room, closing Yari outside behind him. My husband swept me into his embrace, and I laughed and pushed him gently when his hungry mouth sought out my neck. He didn't linger there for too long, though, and then his lips were on mine, and our tongues were dancing an intricate dance inside each others' mouths. His arms, which had been firmly wrapped around my lower back, drifted down as we kissed, until he was pulling me into him with my ass and caressing my outer thigh with his other hand. I moaned into his mouth, and then I tilted my head back so that he could really go at my neck. He kissed down the outside of my throat, gentle until he reached my collarbone, and then sucking hard on my flesh there, where a hickey could easily be hidden at work. His lips, tongue, and teeth on my skin felt exquisite, and I let him devour me for quite some time before pushing him away. Taking Daniel's hands in mine, I led him to the wooden chair in the center of the room, and then I pushed him back on it, forcing him to sit. He laughed at my pushiness, but I could see by the growing bulge in his pants that he was eagerly anticipating my show. "Take off your clothes," I commanded. Daniel immediately pulled his shirts over his head and tossed them aside. I admired the way his tight, white skin stretched over his chest muscles, and then he was doubled over, pulling his pants down to his ankles. "Yes, ma'am," he said, with a smile in his voice, already naked on the seat. That had to be record time, I briefly thought to myself, smiling back at his boyish anticipation. Daniel sat back straight in the chair and motioned for me to go to him. "Come here, my sexy lady," he said, almost in a pleading manner. I waggled my finger at him and shook my head. "Not yet, my love. First, you have to watch. No touching." With that, I bent over slowly, arching my back as I did so, and I kissed the tip of Daniel's penis. A small sigh escaped his lips, and I stood back up. "Don't worry, you'll like it, remember?" He just swallowed and nodded. And then I danced. I have no idea how to dance formally, but when it comes to dancing dirty, I've been told that I know exactly what I'm doing. Daniel often tells me that I put strippers to shame, and though he's obviously biased, I know that he truly means it. Moving with the soft electronic music, I caressed myself, hiked up my skirt, twirled, crouched, and even crawled on my hands and knees. Daniel's eyes were locked on me, following my twisting body wherever I moved. He masturbated slowly, unable to not touch himself, but unwilling to get himself too worked up before we actually started having sex. Finally, after sexily removing my shirt and teasingly sliding down the thong I had worn for the occasion, I straddled my husband on the chair. Still gyrating to the music, I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss. The tie was still around my neck, and it hung down between my breasts. Daniel's hands went to my waists as our mouths reunited, and he ground my lower body into his pelvis to the rhythm of my dance. "Why don't you sit on my leg, young lady?" Daniel's breathy question was almost difficult to hear, especially since he dove right into sucking and kissing my erect nipples almost before finishing his sentence. Compliantly, I stood up and swung my right leg around so that my back was facing Daniel. I sat back down again, but this time only straddling his left leg. My vulva pressed against his thigh, and we both gasped with pleasure. I always forget how hot and wet I get after a good dance, but the contrast between Daniel's cool skin and the burning heat of my sex served as a pleasant reminder. "I was a naughty girl today," I said over my shoulder. Pushing down with all of my weight, I ground hard against his leg, angling myself so that my clit rubbed against his tense thigh. A swathe of his leg quickly became slick with my juices, and I was able to use the lubrication to grind faster, more urgently as my body cried for more stimulation. "I had another lover in the bathtub," I confessed, my voice becoming softer and more breathy as I rubbed my clitoris ever faster. Daniel's hands moved from my hips up my spine, in a firm, massaging motion, and then I felt his hands in my hair. His fingers tangled in my long dark strands, and then he pulled roughly, forcing my head to tilt back. My whole spine arched under his direction, and my tits were thrust forward while I continued to massage my clitoris against Daniel's leg. He disentangled his right hand, and he reached around to take my right breast in his hand. My husband squeezed and kneaded gently, and I closed my eyes to lose myself in the combined sensations. "Is that so?" He suddenly squeezed my breast viciously, and I yelped. "Yes," I breathed, "it's true." "And what was he like?" I closed my eyes. "Hard as glass. Small." I smiled to myself. "In fact," I whispered, "his entirety fit inside me." Still pulling firmly on my hair, Daniel leaned forward and bit my back. I hissed in mixed pleasure and pain while his teeth sunk into me. After a near unbearable moment, my husband's jaws slackened, and he talked into my flesh. "I'll see to that little fucker later, but tonight I'm going to make you wish you hadn't done that." The soft brush of his breath on my back gave me chills. "I'm going to remind you why I'm the only lover you ever need." I'm not sure how long I danced, but by the time I felt Daniel's hands back on my hips, directing me to stand and turn around, I was covered in warm sweat, and my pussy was aching for release. Almost drowsily, I allowed my body to follow my husband's guiding hands, so that I was standing and facing him once more. Hands still on my hips, Daniel pulled me down on to his lap, impaling me on his rock hard phallus. We both took shuddering breaths and paused, collecting ourselves after that initial plunge. "Jesus, baby, you are fire hot," Daniel breathed. "Get me a glove." Nodding my understanding, I stood, inhaling sharply when his penis left me. Daniel slapped my ass hard, and I jumped. I stepped over to our sex toy box, opened it up, and fumbled around in the darkness. Finally, I found what I was looking for. I went back to Daniel and handed him the desensitizing condom. He tore open the wrapper, placed the condom on his purple head, and rolled it down the length of his shaft. He pinched the air sack at the tip of the condom, and then he pulled me back down onto him. The latex masked some of the heat emanating from my husband's sex, but the smoothness and the lubrication made entry easier and more pleasant than without the condom. It was difficult for Daniel to thrust in and out of me in that sitting position, so he used his hands on my hips to rock me back and forth instead. I wrapped my arms around his head and pressed his face into my breasts, encouraging him to play with them while we fucked. His warm tongue and hard teeth sent waves of chills down my body, while his hard dick stabbed me repeatedly, sending ripples of heat and pleasure up my body. I hadn't lost any of the momentum built up by my grind session earlier, so I quickly reached the knife's edge of my climax. I started to hump Daniel entirely on my own, at a much faster pace than he had been directing. His fingers dug into my skin, and his goal seemed to change from guiding me into him to holding me at a distance, trying to slow me down. I was insistent, though, and I fucked him harder and faster, ignoring the burn of his fingers in my sides. My arms closed more tightly around his head, and I found myself burying my face in the short, soft hair on his scalp, keeping me from screaming with the effort of my activity. I crashed hard into my husband, abruptly stopping as my first orgasm of the night surged through me. My legs and arms tightened around Daniel, and I moaned shakily into his hair. I felt his hands slacken their grip, and then his arms were encircling my lower back, crushing me against him. I took deep, but ragged breaths, allowing the orgasm to wash through me. After some time, strength left my arms and legs, and the last little moments of my climax faded away. Daniel, in tune with my body and sensing that I was ready, stood up, his penis still inside me, and lay me down on the nearby bed. He adjusted me so that I was right on the edge of the bed, that way he could remain standing while he took the reins for the next round. He placed his hands on the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs wide. Once I was open enough for him to work, Daniel took hold of my shins and held my bent legs up while he made a few erotically slow thrusts into me. Through half-lidded eyes, I admired the contraction and expansion of his abdominal and thigh muscles, clearly visible beneath his tight flesh. My husband is by no means a body builder, and he isn't even ripped, really. Instead, he is very fit--wiry, in the way a field-working ascetic monk might be. Daniel's body type is exactly the kind that turns me on, and mine is the same for him, which definitely helps when it comes to great sex. I could tell by his slow, deliberate movements that Daniel was relishing the moment and studying my body. While I loved the unabashed lust in his eyes when he took in my the curves of my body, I was in the mood for some more robust fucking.