0 comments/ 15886 views/ 2 favorites Alex and Anna By: misskatie87 Kissing her hungrily, Alex lifted her onto the kitchen counter, her butt landing hard against the marble top. Anna's legs wrapped around him tight, his turgid cock trapped between them. They both moaned at the feel of him rubbing it against her tiny black lace thong, the friction delicious to both parties. He shoved his tongue deeper inside of her mouth, fighting for self-control when she suckled on it with her dark red, full lips. Anna's tongue swirled around the tip, eliciting another strangled moan from him. They were newlyweds and certainly enjoying the married life and all the fleshly desires they had denied themselves while courting. Both had decided early on in the relationship to not take it too far, and they had succeeded. The reward was definitely worth the wait. Anna's hands moved through Alex's hair, at times grazing it with just her nails, a move that he loved. She swirled them down to the back of his neck, around the conch of his ear, to his neck and round to his back, where they turned sharp as she dug them into his skin, trying to draw him ever closer. Not satisfied with only kneading her ass, Alex moved both of his hands up to her breasts, holding them tight against her, the perfect orbs creating inches of cleavage for him to lave with his tongue. He removed his lips from hers and kissed his way to her ear before drawing the lobe between his lips. Flicking it lightly, he whispered to her, "I love you so much," before taking it between his teeth and giving it a quick, light tug. Anna could only think of how much her clit would love to have the same thing done to it. He moved from her ear down to her neck, his tongue tracing all around, trying to find her sweet spot that almost immediately takes her to orgasm. She jerked when he hit it. Alex returned to the same spot, making circles around it, getting ever closer to where it sets her off before replacing his tongue with his lips and sucking hard, hard enough so he knew she'd be left with a hickey the next day. She bucked uncontrollably against him, his dick rubbing against her clit in such a way that it only took her seconds to make her come. Satisfied with his own ministrations on her neck, he kept going lower, his tongue tracing the tops of her breasts. He loved it when she looked this way, panting, hair sex-tousled, needing a slight reprieve before they continued. Alex moved his hands, the breasts dropping slightly with their weight, the pink nipples standing hard at attention, wanting his attention. Begging for his attention. He obliged. Licking the tip of one, the areole crinkled even further, making it turn into a slightly darker pink. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked on it greedily, wanting to feel her start to squirm, indicating her readiness to continue. His hand found her other breast, molding it beneath his palm before rubbing his thumb over the nipple. Alex worked both at the same time, then switched hand for mouth. Anna rocked beneath him, sending small jolts of pleasure through him. Knowing she was ready to continue and him tired of waiting, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down while climbing on top of her simultaneously. The only thing keeping his glorious prick from her pink depths was that damn thong. He felt it beneath his hand. It teased him, tormented him, blocking his entrance. Alex grabbed it with one hand and gave it a quick tug, breaking its hold on Anna. And her shaved pussy. He kissed her hard, tongues twisting and dancing together, playful and rough at the same time. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and traced it with her tongue. Alex responded by grinding his hips against her. Against her wetness. She was so wet. Drenched. Ready for him. Alex moved his mouth lower, retracing his path earlier down her neck, but this time he didn't stop. He continued further south, lips kissing her clavicle, her breasts, her stomach, flicking into her bellybutton. Settling on the soft skin to the side of it, he sucked the skin hard, intending to give her a hickey she would see, and any time he would not be around, she would think of him and this moment. He knew how her brain worked. After satisfying that mission, he stuck his tongue out and traced down, straight down to the top of her slit. Anna smelled delicious and he could not wait to eat her. She moved her legs further apart to give him easier access to her. Before moving in for the kill, he reveled in the look of her: the pink folds, the juice dripping out of her hole, her hard clit pleading for his attention. Alex started at the bottom of his slit and licked up wide, tasting her and feeling all of the soft textures beneath his tongue. He returned to one side and sucked on a lip, then moved to the other before repeating the lick. Anna moved against his mouth on the upstroke, trying as hard as possible to get him to acknowledge her clit. He understood and when he reached the top of her slit, he stopped and flicked lightly over her pink bud. Her gasps indicated her pleasure, so he continued the motion and slipped his hands under her perfect ass, bringing her closer to him and holding her steady. Flick flick flick went his tongue, her body jolting with every movement. Seeing her like that made him so hot he realized he had been subconsciously rubbing himself against the bed, imagining himself sinking deep inside of her, of feeling her pulse around him. Of gripping his shaft and squeezing. Her muscles contracting around him always felt amazing, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Intensifying his attention on her clit, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it. Quick pulls followed by releasing it and flicking it, and then tracing the alphabet. Keeping Anna guessing. He could tell she was getting close with her constant humping against his face, he could barely keep track of where his mouth should be. This time she wasn't going to get a release and deny him his. He moved up, his mouth taking hers, making her taste herself. She licked his lips hungrily, desperately grinding herself against him before he entered her, quick and sure. Both gasped with the feeling. Alex didn't move fast enough for Anna and he found himself on his back with his woman on top of him, breasts bouncing in time with her rapid humping. He loved this view of her. Reaching out, he grabbed her breasts, feeling them jiggle in his hands before moving his hands down to her waist, slowing her movements. He pressed her closer to him, getting as deep into her as possible, feeling her contractions slow around his cock. Anna still moved against him, but was forced to go at the speed he desired. Her eyes burned into his, wishing that he would let her go, but she also loved the feeling of him when he held her still and barely moved beneath her, almost flexing himself into her. A small movement that was greatly noticed by one of her body parts. It drove her on to want to move against him, but he being much stronger than her, any attempt was thwarted. Alex continued this motion for a few minutes, until her squeezing of his prick picked up and he knew she was close. Having her come would make him come, too, and the release would be so sweet. It always was with her. Now he helped her move, guiding both of them to resemble a well-oiled machine, moving against each other to provide maximum friction. He moved one of his hands down to her clit, his thumb rubbing at it. Her breathing was getting shallow, and soon she was panting, leading him to thrust hard into her to feel her strong contractions around him. He exploded into her, his body wracked with the pleasure of it. Anna leaned down and kissed her husband, gently, before rolling off of him and falling asleep beside him. Both knew that when they woke, the cycle would be repeated. Alex and Anna: Anna's Bar Mishap Anna sat her desk, mindlessly reading another book review of yet another book she had no interest in reading, let alone buying, for the library. She thought she would love a library job and successfully completed her master's degree two short years ago. Unfortunately, the monotony started to get to her. Either she read books she did not enjoy, or there was not enough time in the day to read the books she really wanted to. On this particular day, she daydreamed of what she would do if she could do anything she wanted. It struck her instantly. She wanted to write. A novel, that is. It is something she had pondered in her youth of pursuing, but the thought of an unreliable income drove her nuts. She craved stability, especially because she had been raised without a father and her mother suffered unemployment at random intervals of Anna's young life. It marked her for life. Unfortunately, she did not know what to write about. She had enjoyed dabbling in some romance in her late teens and early twenties, but now it sounded like baby stuff. Anna craved something more intense, more lasting, and in more ways than one: not short stories, but a novel, and not romance, but erotica. The last thing she wanted was to rip off books she had read and re-read until the spines broke. She needed inspiration, and desperately. Anna texted her husband Alex to let him know her change of plans that night: she would not be going home directly. Instead, she told him of her supposed grocery store stop. She would actually stop there, if only to purchase duplicate goods of what lay in their kitchen already and to hold up her story. But in the back of her mind, she knew she would go to a seedy bar that lay across town, someplace that no one she knew would see her and rat her out to Alex. Secrecy is a must with a mission like this to accomplish. The rest of her day passed slowly like molasses being seeped from trees in winter. Every time she looked at the clock, it seemed as though only seconds had passed. Finally, the hour hand reached the seven and the minute hand reached the 12. Escape! Luckily, Anna kept a spare change of clothes in the car, and even more luckily (as though she were on a hot streak in Vegas) they were left over from the last girls' night out. Which had been in Vegas. She climbed in the backseat (thank God for dark windows) and shimmied out of her work pants and into her black sequined mini skirt. Her plain black t-shirt would have to do, but digging her hands around the seat, she found her triple-D bra, as she liked to call it. "Guaranteed to add two cup sizes!" it had claimed. And by golly, that advertisement did not lie. She quickly shucked off her shirt and bra and replaced it with triple-D, adjusted the girls, and put on her shirt again. The shirt stretched to its limits over the bra; it became so sheer, Anna's cleavage could be seen through the shirt. What a sight I am, she thought to herself. Alex would kill me if he saw me out like this! Thankfully, Alex would certainly not be out that night. It was his night for dog duty and poop-scooping. Nothing would interrupt her plan. Anna climbed between the driver and passenger seats and situated herself behind the wheel of the Behemoth. She felt like she drove a monster truck whenever she took the Suburban out. But Alex had insisted they buy it; Dewey, their purebred Corgi, needed the space to run around in when they took road trips, Alex said. Anna saddled up and sped away to the Martini Glass, a seedy, but not scary, bar best known for their burlesque dancers. Its name came from the Dita von Teese-esque act the dancers put on every night. The parking lot lay half-empty when she arrived. Disappointed by the turn out, but not unfazed, she exited from the Behemoth. She slowly sauntered to the wood door, accentuating the sway of her hips enough to draw some cat calls from men smoking outside. Good, she thought to herself. I haven't lost it. When she entered the bar, she subtly removed her ring and slipped it into her purse. There was no need to foul up some potential flirting to draw upon later while she worked on her book. She slid up to the bar and mounted one of the bar stools. The stage lay directly behind her, a perfect viewing opportunity for later. The barkeep approached her. "What will it be tonight?" "Just a vodka cran, thanks." "Want to start a tab?" Anna nodded a yes. The bartender provided her with the requested drink and turned to serve the man who sat next to her. While she drank, she caught a sly side glance of this sexy stranger. Dark hair, chiseled jaw, blue eyes made of water from Hawaii. And just the tiniest hint of a 5 o'clock shadow. What woman wouldn't want him? The bartender brought Sexy Stranger his drink. Condensation had already started to drip down the side of her glass, creating a damp circle on the white napkin. Something of Anna's also grew damp by the second. Playing coy, she raked her nails up and down the glass and averted her eyes from Sexy Stranger. She knew he wanted to talk to her, so she let him make the first move. She stole another look at him when he drank his beer, his Adam's apple prominent and moving with each slow swallow. He set his mug down. "New here?" he queried Anna without moving to look at her. Instead of looking directly at her, he stared straight ahead into the mirror hanging over the back of the bar. His eyes went to his beer, and then his beer to his lips. "Yeah, first time. But I hear the show is amazing." The mug went down with a solid thud. "You've heard right." Anna stuck out her hand awkwardly. "A...bby." "Mike," he replied and took her hand in his. He has the softest hands I've ever felt, Anna thought. "You must be a regular, then?" she asked. Mike took another sip of beer, finishing off the glass. He motioned for a second beer. "Yeah, my regular Thursday night hang out, I guess. It's my number one go-to spot to pick up hot ladies named Abby." Anna couldn't help but roll her eyes to herself, but politely laughed at Mike's joke. "There must be a lot of Abby's in the world," she jabbed. Mike smirked at her, but his stare remained intense. Anna knew at that moment that he had not joked about picking up hot ladies on Thursday nights. She also realized that meant he intended to pick her up, and that was much farther than she wanted to go for this experiment. Instead, she played along, and would continue to until she felt she had enough information. Done in the name of research, she told herself. His hand moved to her thigh, caressing and squeezing the soft spot right above her knee. "Can I buy you another?" "Yeah," Anna said. She hadn't even realized she'd finished off her drink. Mike continued to stare at her, his eyes boring holes into her own, as though he searched for some sort of truth in them. Anna blushed from the attention and averted her eyes elsewhere, thankful the bar's dimness would not give away her embarrassment. She had grown accustomed to Alex's attention, his imploring brown eyes and their deep conversations about the goals in life. This new interest she didn't quite know how to deal with. Suddenly, the emcee entered the stage. Some stray individuals clapped, but the bar remained mostly quiet. "Thank you for coming out tonight to the Martini Glass!" his voice boomed. Anna recognized him as their bartender. "Tonight we feature Candy, a dancer straight from the Strip! Please welcome her with a round of applause!" More stray claps sounded in the bar and quickly died out. Old, 50s style music began playing, and the thick, burgundy velvet curtain rose. The gold tassels hanging from the edge of the curtain swung lazily in the air. "Hey! Big spen-der!" the loudspeakers boomed. A woman, scantily clad in flesh-colored lingerie, danced onto the stage. Her black boa moved rhythmically around her in time to the music. Candy went around the martini glass, partially full of what is to be assumed to be vodka, but surely only water. An oversized plastic green olive floated in the glass. She shook her stuff around the glass again before climbing the chair next to it and then getting in the glass. All the men hollered then. Candy picked up the olive, leaned back in the glass, and splashed the vodka-water liquid onto her chest from the hole in the olive. The liquid rivulated down her body in steady streams before merging with the rest of it in the glass. She spun around in the glasses, stopped, and put one heel up so side of the giant martini glass rested between the heel and the rest of her shoe. Candy lifted herself up on one leg, posed for a second, and then repeated the olive show before spinning around in the glass again. Each pose showed off her amazing body, and everyone shouted during each one. Anna felt and then watched Mike's hand climb higher up on her thigh. She waited for his movement to stop, but he didn't. His hand turned to fingers grazing, higher and higher they moved until they reached her waist and then went around to her other side, drawing her closer to him. She looked at him, eyes wide with alarm, but trying desperately to mask it as interest and eagerness to find out what he'd do next. Mike took her head in his hand, drew her lips towards his, and a split second before they touched, Anna whispered, "I'm married." Mike kissed her anyway. Anna pushed back against him, breaking their kiss and embrace. "I said 'I'm married.' Why didn't you stop?" she spat out furiously. He shrugged. "You didn't seem interested in stopping before. Why would I then?" She rolled her eyes, half to him and half to herself. How could she ever tell Alex what she did? "I'm going," she huffed to the bartender who had witnessed the entire interaction. He tallied her tab and exchanged the money wordlessly and without passing judgment on her or Mike. She knew then that he had seen this before with Mike. Anna grabbed the money and tottled out of the bar as fast as her heels let her. She scrambled into the Behemoth and slammed the door behind her. How did I let it go that way? she asked herself. Furious with her actions and lack of foresight into the situation, Anna started to cry. Alex had been the only man she had ever kissed and now that had been tainted by this ill-conceived excursion. How could she ever tell him? Alex would be crushed. But she knew she had to do it. She slowly drove back home and didn't bother stopping at the store. What use was it when she would blow her own cover? No reason to keep up the charade. Anna turned into the driveway and slowly climbed out of their Suburban. She opened the door leading into the house and Dewey greeted her by trying to jump up on her, his little furry butt wagging away (since he had no tail). If he had a tail, she knew it would be wagging all the time. "Hey babe!" Alex's voice called from kitchen. "You hungry?" "Uh, yeah," she replied, her voice filled with sorrow. "Everything okay?" He popped his head around the corner and saw her standing in the entryway, shoulders slumped. Instantly, he knew everything was certainly not peachy. "What's wrong, Anna?" he asked while walking over to her. "Oh, Alex!" she wailed. She burst into uncontrollable sobbing. "What, what is it?" He took her in his arms and held her tightly. "I messed up, I messed up big," she sniffed into his shoulder. He wordlessly led her to the couch and sat her down. "Tell me what happened." "Well, you know how I liked to write, right?" she choked out. "Yeah, you said a couple months ago you wanted to get back in to that." "And today I thought to myself 'Go big or go home.' So I decided to go big and write a novel." "That's great, honey. So what's wrong with that?" "Nothing's wrong with that," Anna moaned. "But I decided to write an erotic novel and thought that I needed some inspiration...some sexspriation, if you will." He chuckled quietly at this. She continued on. "So I went to that one bar, have you heard of the Martini Glass? I wanted to see a burlesque show and maybe do some flirting with a stranger, something to inspire me." Alex's hug weakened a little. "And I met this guy, his name was Mike. We didn't talk much or anything, and then Candy came on..." "Who's Candy?" Alex interjected. "One of the dancers. And while we were watching her, his hand went to my leg, and he kept touching me, and then pulled me in for a kiss, but right before we kissed, I told him I was married, but he still..." Anna broke down sobbing. "Is that all that happened?" "Yes," she pouted. She felt terrible about it. "Don't worry about it. Next time, instead of trying to get strangers to pick you up, how about we pick up each other? Pretend to be strangers. Get our flirt on." Anna leaned back from Alex's embrace. "Really?" she asked. Her tear-stained face almost broke his heart. "Yes. Really." "Okay," she snuffed. "And yeah, I could really go for some food." Alex brought Anna a hot plate of food and she ate it quickly. She hadn't had time to eat between work and her misguided rendezvous at the Martini Glass. She finished eating and leaned back against the couch with Alex's arm around her shoulder. "Thanks so much, love," she said to his armpit. "No problem, babe," he said while stroking her hair lovingly. The curls grazed through his fingers before falling to her shoulders. "You know...this whole snafu tonight still got me hot. That burlesque dancer was...whoa!" "Yeah?" "You wouldn't believe it! Candy's body was rock hard and ripped to perfection, but not in a gross way like those bodybuilder ladies'." "How about this: Why don't we plan our pick-up date for tomorrow night? I know you really want to get started on your novel and I don't want you looking to strangers for sexspiration, as you called it." "I could go for some sexspiration now," she replied and climbed into his lap. Her fingers wove through his hair lightly before linking behind his neck. She pulled his head towards her and kissed him. The kisses started out softly, but within moments were hard and passionate. Their tongues played against each other, touching and caressing. Anna turned her mouth into an O and Alex plunged his tongue into it furiously, making him impossibly hard between them. He pulled back and moved her body up and latched his mouth onto her neck and sucked hard. Anna moaned and ground herself onto his cock, trying desperately to eek out some pleasure for her screaming clit. Moving his hands under her shirt, he slid them up against her ribcage along her smooth skin. His fingers wandered around to her back finding the clasp on her bra. Deftly, he unhooked it and pulled it down a little and moved his hands to her breasts. Cupping them, he squeezed them softly and played with the areole, scraping his nails against them in a spiral until they reached the nipple where he gave them a stout tug before spiraling out again. Anna broke their fevered embrace long enough to ditch her shirt and bra and return to his hungry mouth. Her lips sucked his softly and then she bit them lightly, eliciting the smallest groan from Alex. His hands moved quicker, deftly until she started humping rhythmically against him, her head buried in the crux between his neck and shoulder. Knowing what would turn him to overdrive, she moved her head up and started licking his ear. Her mouth enveloped his lobe, sucking on it ever so lightly. She turned her attention to the conch of the ear, moving her tongue slowly up the outside of it before playing in the inner folds. Alex shuddered under her, his cock a raging, pulsing mass that could not go ignored any longer. Anna rose and pulled on Alex's arm to encourage him to get up. "Come to bed," she whispered, her need pushing most coherent thought out of her head. He followed her, trailing behind and staring at her butt the entire time, imagining it freed from that damn skirt. Arriving at their bed, she hastily removed the last of her clothes before turning her attention to him. He hadn't moved an inch towards taking off his own clothes and had watched her strip instead. His eyes were glued to her body. "Need some help there?" she asked coyly. She stepped closer to him and felt his rock hard cock poking at her stomach while she reached to his sides and grabbed the hem of his shirt and took it off of him. Her fingers wound through his thick chest hair, making their way to his sensitive nipples and plucked at them. His cock jumped at the feeling. It ached to be released. Her hands trailed downward to his belt buckle and unhinged it before releasing the button on his jeans. Slowly she reached lower to his zipper and grasped it in her fingers. The sound of it unzipping was the only noise heard in the room, aside from their unsteady breathing. Lower and lower it went. The vibration from the zipper sent shock waves directly to his cock. Alex clenched his fists as a way to maintain control, but it was a fight he was slowly losing. Finally, the zip reached the end of its tether. Anna stretched her arms around him and started working the jeans off of his hips, making sure his boxers went with them. They fell to the floor in a puddle, his cock pointing skyward with precum leaking out of its tip. Together, they moved onto the bed, their legs intertwining in an effort to get their sexes closer together. Alex ended up on his back with Anna straddling his stomach. She leaned over him and kissed him hard and hungrily, their kisses immediately deep and wanting. Her fingers played over his chest and returned to his nipples, pulling at them gently and drawing circles around them. His cock steadily pulsed, the kissing and the nipple play almost too much for it. It begged for attention. Anna pulled away and scooted back, pushing his cock down, before moving back so far and then back up to push it pointing towards Alex's head. Her soaked snatch spread her juice all over his cock, melding with his own precum. She humped him like that slowly, her fingers tracing softly along the crease where his stomach and thighs met. "Babe..." Alex choked out. He tried to move under her and slip his cock into her, but she lifted up. "What...?" Confusion was written all over his face, but immediately disappeared when he saw her turn around and face his feet. She held his stiff rod underneath her, pointing to her waiting hole. Slowly, so slowly it made his head spin and took all the effort he could muster to not pull her down onto him, she lowered herself. Inch by inch he disappeared into her, her pussy devouring his cock, until he filled her up entirely. She stayed there and squeezed her walls around him. "Ohhh..." he moaned. He loved the feel of her when she did that, her pussy so tight around him he could barely contain himself and not blow his load. "Do that again." She squeezed again, as hard as she could this time, and stayed taunt while she lifted off of him and bore back down. When she rested this time with him fully encased in her, she rubbed her clit furiously, her walls contracting around him. She stopped short. "Did you just get harder?" she said over her shoulder. Alex had had enough of this teasing. He moved up, forcing her forward on the bed and into a kneeling position. His hands gripped her hips tightly and he thrust into her hard and fast. She leaned her chest down onto the bed and reached between her legs, circling her clit before sliding her fingers against it quickly. Her orgasm had started to crest, but she bit her lip to hold it off. She wanted to cum with her husband. Alex's thrusting picked up speed and she knew he was close. She started humping back against him while he thrust forward, creating a delicious friction between them. Alex started to grunt, his breathing become ragged. His back arched and he pumped into her one last time and held himself as deep inside her as possible, his ass cheeks clenched with the effort. Anna returned her attention to her own throbbing clit and came immediately, her walls bearing down on Alex's prick to an almost unbearable pressure. He fought to stay buried in her until his own orgasm finished, her pussy pulling more cum from his already emptied balls. Alex and Anna: At Work Rain splattered against Alex's window looking out of his sixth floor office. It is weather typical of Portland and irked him to no end. Many times he and Anna had discussed moving someplace sunnier; sometimes this conversation included Hawaii and California, other times Florida and North Carolina. Alex removed his Buddy Holly-esque glasses, dropped them to his desk, and rubbed his eyes. He leaned back into his chair and sighed. It was definitely a Wednesday and he struggled to get over this particular Hump Day. It didn't help that he would be staying at the office late into the night. Yet another Friday deadline loomed too close, considering all the meetings he had attended that week. But the only thing that laid on his mind this particular afternoon is of his wife, Anna. He...and a certain Little Alex...missed her dearly. He desperately wanted to sneak out of the office for a nooner with her, but knew that would be impossible since she was also at work at that time. Thankfully, his annoyingly loud and vain officemate left for the week. Diego's desk had been left asunder with University of South Florida's blue and orange mascot, the bull gator, guarding it while he went home to visit his family. At least that had made for a very tranquil week, or as tranquil as it could be at his work. Alex looked past his computer to the wall behind it where his Corgi calendar hung. Alex and Anna's clearly marked on it is their vacation, but it still lay almost two weeks away. How could he possibly wait that long to escape this hell hole he called work? He heard a knock at his door. "Come in," he managed to grunt out as cheerfully as possible. He couldn't let his bosses know how disenchanted he had become with his job. He quickly put on his glasses before the door even cracked open. He didn't need his bosses catching him gazing at his beloved Corgi calendar and daydreaming of leaving the firm. If they knew that, they'd start bugging him with TPS report-like garbage that he didn't need in his life, now or ever. The door closed and he glanced over to see who it had come in. "Hey sexy," the voice called. Alex did a double-take to make sure the vision he saw is correct. Indeed, his wife had entered his office, wrapped in a gray trench coat that dripped water all over the carpet. He started to stand up, but Anna stopped him. "No, stay right there. That's exactly where I want you." Alex raised his eyebrow and felt his cock stiffen a little. No, he thought. She wouldn't...not here...would she? This made it twitch a little more at the thought of past encounters they had had in the most unlikely places: a quickie in the stairwell leading up to their apartment, a rendezvous in the park at night, and once in their car in a parking garage. The windows stayed steamed up during their ride home, and both giggled like schoolchildren at what they just did. That only led to a steamier session as soon as they arrived home that night. He turned his chair to face her. Once he stopped swiveling, Anna reached for the ties on the coat. She slowly unwound the tails from each other, slipping her fingers seductively into the knot, letting Alex think of his fingers slipping into something else... The knot finally undone, her fingers grazed down the side of her neck and onto the first button. Her nail circled it slowly before slipping it through the slit of a hole it came through. She repeated the same movement three more times. Alex sat transfixed the entire time, his cock growing with each button that came undone. When the last one finally sprung loose, he had also become fully sprung. Anna eased the trench coat open, revealing the most delectable lingerie he had ever seen on his woman. The panties and bra matched; they were black with white pinstripes and crisscross lace detailing on the hips and between the cups. They had to be Victoria's Secret; no other brand can create cleavage and sex appeal like they do. The coat dropped to the floor in a puddle around her high-heel-clad feet. "Do you think this is appropriate for the office?" Anna asked seductively while sauntering towards Alex. She leaned over him and placed one hand on the arm of his chair. Pushing her hip to one side, she added, "I think the pinstripes give it a little...something extra." She added a wink before turning around and walking away. The view amazed Alex. Those pole dancing classes were certainly paying off, he thought to himself. She bent over—Alex groaned quietly—and picked up the briefcase she had brought in. She set it on Diego's desk and popped the lid open. Anna reached in to it and pulled something out. Alex didn't know what it could be until he heard some music start playing. She turned it up a little bit and turned to face him. "This will help cover the noise we will make." She gave one last smirk before slowly walking over to him, her hips sashaying with each step. Alex stared hungrily at her body; everything about it entranced him: the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the jut of her hips. Once she arrived in front of Alex, she didn't stop moving. Instead, she climbed onto his lap facing him, her legs planted on either side of his. "Have you worked hard today?" she coyly asked while loosening his tie and then belt. His reply came out muffled when Anna brought his head to hers with his tie and kissed him passionately. Her tongue traced around his lips before darting between them briefly. Alex's strong hands moved from her waist to her butt, holding her closer to him while he ground their hips together. He had no patience for her teasing; he had already been on the road to horniness before she had set foot in his office. Alex placed one hand on the back of her neck, drawing their lips together even tighter. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he made the same movement against her with his stiff cock. Anna moaned into his mouth at the same time as her fingers made quick work of his zipper. She reached into his pants and fished around his boxers before bringing it out into the open. Alex broke their kiss. "Did you lock the door?" "Mhmmm" she replied and started kissing him again, deep kisses that made his blood boil. Rubbing the head of his cock with her thumb, she spread his precum around and down the shaft. Her hand shook hard from need, but she knew Alex obviously—very obviously—needed this more than she did. She moved her hand down around his shaft and jacked it with short, hurried movements. Her hand had become a frenzy of motion, but when she realized that his breathing had become labored, she stopped short. Panting, Alex's mind reeled. "What...why did you stop?" he gasped. He reached for her hand to try to coax her to continue her ministrations. Anna deftly moved her hand away. "You don't get to have all the fun," she managed to get out before Alex wrapped his arms around her and tried to push her down onto his cock. He growled with frustration before realizing the swatch of fabric blocking his entrance. He moved the fabric aside and pushed himself into her with one hand, and pulled her down onto him with his other hand before she realized what had happened. "I...can't...wait..." he grunted out between thrusts. In all honestly, Anna couldn't, either. Alex jackhammered into her, his chair creaking under their weight and motion. He grabbed her and pulled her close to him, his mouth sucking and tongue flicking on her neck. He found her sweet spot almost immediately when she started gasping with the pleasure of it all. Some women had sensitive breasts, but his woman's neck was her erogenous zone. He found it incredibly sexy that her neck was on display for everyone to see, yet he was the only one that knew it. He thrust into her harder with this thought lurking in his mind. Anna's hands had crept between their sweaty bodies, reaching ever lower to find her clit. While Alex moved up into her, she circled her clit with her finger before going all-out and rubbing it. She felt him grow inside her; how that could be possible, she did not know. He moved closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss and she knew she was right beside him. With one final hard, deep thrust, Alex let out the breath he had been holding in with a low growl. Anna felt him spurt inside of her and she flicked her clit even faster. Her orgasm took her immediately; her clenching walls felt divine against his hard shaft, which pushed even more of his seed out of him. He gave her short, quick thrusts while she rode out her orgasm. Anna leaned against him, their hearts pounding in rhythm together. "That...was...amazing," Alex choked out. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her hair and their sex. "Mmmmm," she replied. She sat up a little with his semi-hard cock still buried deep inside her. "When will you be home tonight?" "Uhhh," Alex started, his mind coming back together again. "Well, I have this report due on Friday..." he began. Anna cut him off. "Let me rephrase: When will you be home tonight for round two?" "Anytime you say, babe," he replied before covering her mouth for one last kiss. Alex and Anna: In the Shower Anna awoke and quietly slipped into the shower, leaving Alex snoring softly in their massive king sized bed. The water streamed down her body along the contours of her womanly curves. Steam started to rise, enveloping her in its misty grasp. Anna closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, feeling the heat prickle her skin, creating goose bumps all over her body, the heat from the shower a harsh contrast to the cold air of their apartment. She straightened and grabbed at the shampoo bottle, squeezing a significant amount into her hand before lathering up her wet, stringy curls. Eyes closed to protect them from possible suds, the shower door opened for a brief moment, allowing in a quick gust of cold air. Anna smirked to herself while rinsing off the shampoo. She knew what would happen next. It always did. Suddenly, she felt warm, masculine arms surround her. Anna also felt something poking insistently at her ass. "Morning babe," she said to Alex. He responded by kissing the inner curve of her shoulder where it meets her neck. "Sleep well?" he asked. "Mhmmm" she purred before turning around and wrapping her arms around his barrel chest. "I thought of waking you, but," she started and then kissed him, "I figured you needed your rest after last night." He lifted her slightly, crushing their bodies together, his tongue probing deep inside her mouth. She sucked at it lightly, making his cock jump in between them, it wishing to be in her mouth instead. Anna pulled away. "Nuh-uh," she protested. She slid down onto her knees, the water pounding against her back. "You need a reward after last night. You only got one orgasm. I had three. That score needs to be evened out a bit." She grasped the base of his shaft in her hand, the forefinger and thumb barely touching. Alex groaned and lightly pushed his hips forward trying to encourage her. She didn't need any encouragement—did she ever? She leaned into him until her mouth floated mere inches away from his throbbing cock. Anna dipped her head and licked from the base to the tip, catching a stray drop of water doing so. Her mouth made a downward retreat. She took one ball into her mouth, playing with it gently with her tongue, rolling it around inside its sack. Slowly she removed it, releasing it with a soft *pop* sound, before doing the same with the other. Precum started to leak from Alex's hole and mix with water droplets, making its slow decent over the head and down the shaft. She licked from his balls to directly underneath the head and stopped. He held his breath waiting for her to continue, but slowly exhaled when he realized this would not be a quick blow job. She licked again from the base of the shaft to under the head, very slowly moving her tongue back and forth while moving up. Reaching the head, her tongue played right under it, hitting nerves usually left untouched. Just short of grabbing her head and forcing her mouth onto him, she moved so her head hovered over his head, stuck out her tongue and started drawing a spiral from the outside to his hole. She moved slowly, methodically, and it killed him on the inside. Horny impatience boiled inside him. Finally, Anna reached his hole, covered his head with her mouth and dropped down as far as she could go without gagging. She held him there for a moment and swallowed, caressing his shaft with her throat as it squeezed. Alex's breathing turned haggard, his release the only thing on his mind. She backed off until she had just the head in her mouth and she sucked slowly, rhythmically, while jacking him with one of her hands. The other fondled his balls, rolling them around in her palm. She felt his cock grow inside her mouth and she knew he was close and that he was going to cum hard. Anna quickened her jacking of him and increased the pressure of her mouth while pulling his balls down as a way to delay his release. He moaned at the movement, his hips jostling with pleasure, his release imminent. She sucked him harder, licking furiously at his tip. He couldn't hold back anymore, his seed spurted out hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly while he continued to empty himself into her hungry mouth. He tasted salty and sweet, probably because of the pineapple from last night. Only after she drained him did she remove her cum-filled mouth from his cock. She rose up onto her feet, opened her mouth showing him his juice, and swallowed it. She licked her lips trying to get every drop. His cum was the best thing she had ever tasted, even better than chocolate and she was a chocolate freak. They finished showering and stayed there until the hot water ran out. He wrapped a towel around himself and then around his wife. He took great care to dry her, watching her breasts entranced as he dried them, the nipples becoming small and crinkly. Alex's cock stirred at the sight. He didn't know how it was possible after last night's rendezvous and that morning's BJ. Sometimes he thought his cock belonged to a teenager's; it never seemed satisfied, even though he was on the wrong side of his 20s. Anna didn't mind his libido, she actually welcomed and had only turned him down once in their two years of marriage. She had actually had a headache, and she never got those, so he knew it had been a legitimate excuse that night. But the next day she had more than made it up to him, reenacting a scene they had seen right after finishing a porno. He smiled for the rest of that day. But her nipples, her breasts, really, entranced him to distraction. Every time she seemed the least bit cold, he could only think of what happened under her shirt, under her bra. He imagined the hard nubs pushing against the fabric, like they wished his mouth was there to warm them. Alex finished drying her front. "Turn around," he said softly and she did as he commanded. He wrapped the towel around her, his hands moving methodically while his eyes were fastened onto her ass. His cock came to life, stirring and growing to half-mast. "Babe, you okay?" Anna asked over her shoulder. Alex had stopped drying her and she wanted to know what the holdup was. She turned around and set her hands on her hips. "See something you like?" "Always," he managed to get out before kissing her. Warm arms wrapped around her, the hands reaching down to grab her butt. "Oh!" she said into his mouth when he lifted her up onto her toes, never releasing her luscious lady lumps. Smiling against his lips, she gave him a quick peck back, but he had none of it. Alex reached down lower to get a better hold before lifting her up off the floor entirely and carrying her to their blanket-strewn bed. He set her down and climbed onto the bed, onto her. "Again? Already?! Well okay..." she mumbled before eyeing his full red lips and drawing his head to hers. He teased her this time around, taking his time to bring her simmer to a boil. First he traced around her lips with his tongue before sucking on her lower one. His hand grabbed her breast, kneading it and tweaking the nipple, forcing moans from her mouth and writhing from her body. Half-mast no longer an accurate description, he forced her legs together with his on the outside. His hard cock slid over her neatly shaved mound, occasionally bumping against her clit that poked out from under its hood and eliciting more squirming from her. He chuckled to himself, knowing just how to drive her wild. His mouth moved from her mouth to her ear and he sucked lightly on the lobe as he made small movements against her, rubbing against her clitty with the head of his cock. He licked around her conch before moving lower to her neck. Alex knew the exact right spot to lick and suck there that would send her almost to orgasm immediately. Not wanting her to have an easy release, he avoided those spots. Anna groaned in frustration and tried to move his head to the right spot, to no avail. Continuing his oral trip around her body's hot spots, he moved further south to her breasts. They had been taunting him for so long, ever since she was in his arms in the shower before she went to her knees. He gripped one nipple between his fingers, the other with his teeth, and squeezed lightly. Her movement against him became more insistent to the point of eliciting almost too much pleasure from him. He knew it the time had come. Alex reached down to one of her legs and drew it up over his shoulder, but left the other one against the bed. His favorite position, it made her feel incredibly tight and would get them both off quickly—what they each wanted right then. He slipped inside her, her juice hot and wet against him, allowing for easy, quick thrusts on his part. He started slowly, pushing in to the hilt and pausing before slowly withdrawing himself. It took an incredible amount of self-control for him to not regress into bunny mode. His thrust the second time went a little faster and made her boobs jiggle a little, a sight he loved to see and drove him crazy with lust. Anna reached between them and started strumming her clit. He knew her motions when she was close and she exhibited the tell-tale signs of a woman about to explode: furious clit-flicking, clenching walls, a soaking snatch. With no reason to hold himself back, he started to hump into her as fast as he could go. His cock already twitching when they began, he did not last long once she came, her walls squeezing him so tight he had to fight to stay inside her. He came instantly, thick ropes of his cum hitting her on the inside between her other set of lips. How this woman made him so horny, he would never know or understand. But he didn't care because she always welcomed him arms—and legs—open. Alex and Anna: The Next Morning Anna woke before Alex. The sun streamed through their window, basking them both in warmth. She turned over to look at him to make sure he was still asleep. Light snores escaped him, confirming what she suspected. Moving slowly as not to rouse him, she slid further under the covers, positioning herself over him, but not touching him. The sunlight made its way through the thin sheet, allowing her to eye her prize. Anna captured her wavy hair in one hand and held it to the side, making sure it would not tickle his thighs and wake him up. She lowered her head to his flaccid cock, stuck her tongue out, traced along the top of it, stem to stern. Returning to the tip, she took it between her full lips and suckled on it lightly, causing it to stir and come to life. Alex moved a little beneath her, but his breathing changed from snores to deep breaths and back to snores when she did not continue her ministrations. She returned to her mission to wake him in the best way possible. Taking the head back in her mouth, she licked under the ridge with the tip of her tongue, drawing lazy circles from the outside in until she was at his hole. He was rock hard by this point and moving around slightly, passing from dreamland into wakefulness. With him at full mast, she gripped his dick, jacking him while mercilessly flicking at the tip. Anna felt his hand draw away the covers from her to see her in action, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her mouth. She released his tip from her lips, but continued her hand motion. "Good morning," she said sweetly. "Good morning," he replied, followed by a grunt and a small thrust of his hips to make her grip him a certain way. "I was thinking," she started, a grin creeping across her mouth and a glint of lust in her eye, "that maybe we could have some fun this morning." "What's more fun than this?" His eyes closed in the rapture of her hand sliding to the head, thumb rubbing the smooth skin, then down to his balls, cupping them gently. She glanced at the end table next to their bed, stocked with sex toys and lube. "Oh, just maybe some time spent devoted to pleasing you..." "Hmmm. I'll agree only if the tables are turned tonight." Anna moved up his body, reached over to the table, opened the drawer, and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and ties, indicating her agreement to his deal. She clasped the handcuffs onto his wrists, attaching them to either side of their four-poster bed, and tied his ankles to the ends of the bed. He tested them to make sure they were latched and smiled up at her. She positioned herself above him, knees on either side of his waist, and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss started soft, with teasing pecks. Anna loved being in control of him this way with Alex completely at her mercy. He seemed to always rush things, but when they played like this, she made him so horny it burned every other thought from his brain. His work usually took up most of his thinking power, but it would be the last thing on his mind this morning. Anna slowed her pecks and turned her kisses into full-on liplock, his lower lip caught between hers. She sucked on it lightly and traced her tongue over it, then did the same with his upper lip. His moustache tickled her nose and made her stop and giggle before continuing on. He was eager to turn this into a makeout session, but Anna continued her tease and pulled away from him. She took his chin in her hand and turned his head to the side, leaving his ear unprotected against her advances. She kissed slowly to his ear, but when she would have started licking and sucking on it, she spoke instead. "I'm going to..." she flicked the lobe, "...make you..." she took it between her teeth and gave it a soft bite, "...wish you..." she licked over the conch of his ear, causing him to jerk beneath her in excitement "... never made that deal." Her hot breath stung the wet flesh. He shivered. He turned his head back to hers and she greeted his lips with a hungry kiss. Alex thrust his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it greedily, making him wish that his cock was there instead. Moaning into her mouth, she knew that she had him ready to go. If only he knew how long he would have to wait for release... Anna broke the kiss and licked her way down his throat, to his chest, to his nipples. She looked him in the eye as she flicked the tip of his left one. Alex closed his eyes, his body stiff, but then relaxed. Taking it into her mouth, she played with it with her tongue, laving it in circles like she did with his cock, which she felt twitching beneath her thigh. Rubbing her leg against his hardness, he sighed with the dual pleasure. She moved to his other nipple and gave it the same treatment while continuing to rub his dick with the smooth skin of her inner thigh. It was time to blow his mind, but not his load, she thought to herself. Returning to the center of his chest, she kissed lower, his chest hair soft beneath her. Lower and lower she went, his cock rubbing against her stomach, going between her breasts, leaving a wet trail of precum on whatever it touched. Finally she reached it. Taking it in her mouth, she felt it pulse and twitch with excitement. Alex tried to move his hips so he could make her take more of it in, but she deftly moved away, defeating his limited attempt of pleasure. The restraints worked marvelously. Holding his dick against his stomach, she traced down the vein on its underside until she reached his balls. Wetting her lips, she placed them on the outside of one before slowly sucking it in and driving him crazy with the movement of her tongue against it. She moved back, letting it drop from her lips before taking the other one in her mouth. Alex was emitting near-constant noises of pleasure by this point. And she had barely begun! Anna flicked her tongue slowly over his dick again until she reached the top, and then pressed it down so she could lick the top of his dick. Once she reached the base, she moved it so it was aimed directly at her mouth. He watched her slowly lower her head to it, and then opened her lips to allow it into her mouth. She grasped the base of his cock, jacked him lightly and so minutely that it didn't feel like she was moving at all, and suckled on his tip. Knowing he was close but wanting to sustain their pleasure, she completely abandoned his dick and went back to the table drawer. Alex struggled against the handcuffs and ties, desperate to have her on him again or drive himself inside of her and fuck her senseless. Then he realized what she was getting out of the drawer. She pulled it out and returned to the bed, dropping back down to suck on his cock, and then latched the cockring in place. Immediately he felt harder and bigger than he ever had before, his veins popping out, every movement of her mouth and tongue intensified tenfold. "Ohhh!" he groaned, eyes shut tight, enjoying every feeling. Knowing he would not cum until it was removed, Anna situated herself above him, flattening his dick against his stomach with her lower lips, drenched and aching with want of their own release. He felt her wetness completely incase him. Leaning forward, she began kissing him again, hard and needy. Their kissing became frenzied and she started moving herself against him, using him to get herself off. She had been horny all morning, even before she woke him, and was desperate to cum. Anna moved herself up further so her clit rubbed against the head of his dick. She was leaning down close to him, breathing heavy, but also allowing him to attack her neck with his lips and tongue. Alex resisted, knowing that this was exactly what she wanted, and he was determined to tease her like she had done to him. Her rubbing got faster, more determined, and she was grinding into him just so...it felt like heaven for both of them. Trying to hump against her and into her channel, he was most unsuccessful due to the bondage. But she had him exactly where she wanted him. He felt her getting wetter, her lips more swollen, encasing more of his cock. Knowing she was close, he moved his lips to her neck and suckled gently all around before licking furiously at the spot that he knew would get her off. Her breathing turned into panting and she was cumming, cumming so hard, but he didn't stop. He had to keep going until he knew that she was through, and sometimes she lasted up to a minute. Collapsing on top of him moved her neck out of his reach, much to his disappointment. He was always eager to see if he could make her cum again just from licking her neck just right. Her weight heavy against him, but still without his own happy ending, he started moving himself against her to eek out any pleasure he could while she caught her breath. Her breathing soon became normal, so she lifted herself up and started very languidly kissing him again, his rock hard dick caught between their bodies. He was pulsing with each heartbeat, his cock constantly throbbing with wanting its own release. Anna pried her mouth away from his, despite how delicious his kisses were, and positioned herself near his dick again. But instead of taking him in her mouth, she moved her size D breasts together around it and titty-fucked him. His eyes were practically popping out of his head with the sight and the feel of her soft skin against his hard member. "Anna...please!" was all he could get out between ragged breaths. She had finally made him beg. Moving above him, she aimed his cock into her hole and moved down as slow as possible. Finally his head was at her entrance. She lowered herself some more so just the tip was inside of her, but immediately moved off of him. Leaning her head down to his mouth, her hair made a curtain around both of them, and she kissed him, hard and deep, but then stopped and repositioned her hips above his. This time she took him in a third of the way before moving off of him and kissing him some more. He sucked her lips in between his own, wishing they were her pussy lips and she was the one begging instead of him. Her tease was even wearing on herself by this point. She dropped her body two-thirds down his length before deliberately raising herself back off of him. Instead of returning to his mouth, she moved her hands to his cock and rubbed her cum that she had left on him into his skin, working her hands closer and closer to his base. He was unbelievable hard by this point, as hard as diamonds, swollen with need like she had never seen before. She released the cockring from him and quickly impaled herself back onto his tool before grinding her clit into his pelvic bone, making her muscles contract around him, until she came with the stimulation, leaving her physically unmoving except for her pussy muscles trying to milk the cum out of him. He fought the restraints, grinding up into her and humping her maddeningly that way until he had made her cum again with the friction. This time, her muscles were squeezing him impossibly tight, making him cum. And cum he did. Hard. Harder than he could remember ever coming before. His body jerked beneath her with the effort, contorting in an attempt to derive further pleasure from her pussy. But all good things must come to an end. When he became limp, she went around the bed releasing his wrists and ankles from their constraints, and then returned to the comfort of his arms. "Babe, that was amazing," Alex whispered into her hair, the smell of their sex wafting about them. "Mmm," Anna replied. "You better make tonight as unforgettable as this morning." "Well," he said, moving eyelevel to her, "I better start now..."