2 comments/ 19404 views/ 2 favorites Home Early By: ChiPete71 It had been a slow day at work, so I decided to get out of there a little early. It was 3 PM, and this was a rarity for me, as I normally found myself working an hour or two past my normal end time. I had made plans with my girlfriend to go out that night. Nothing special, just dinner and maybe a movie or a comedy club. It was a cold Chicago February day, and although it wasn't snowing currently, there was still a good foot or so on the unplowed sections of the city. We wouldn't stray too far from either her apartment or mine, but I knew it would be a cold walk no matter where we went. Since I was getting out of the office early, I decided to just head over to her apartment right away and see if we could avoid some of the crowds that tended to gather around 6 o'clock or so. I walked the handful of blocks from my office building to her apartment. As I walked along, the cold air stabbing through my pants and stinging the exposed skin of my face, I tried to think of where we could go tonight for dinner. There were numerous restaurants, bars, and delis within a few blocks of her building. As I walked, I kept looking in the different establishments to try and determine just what I was in the mood for tonight. In reality, it didn't matter. We would go wherever she wanted to, but it kept my mind off the cold. When I reached her building, one of the many high-rise apartment complexes in the city, I bypassed the doorman by using the extra key that she had given me a few months prior. Since I usually ran late, I would normally still go to the doorman and have him announce me. I always used the excuse that he was busy with other people, making it appear that I wasn't as late as I really was. She never did wonder, at least to me, why I always had such bad luck at arriving at her building when the doorman was occupied with a few other people before getting to me, and I wasn't going to admit the real reason. Using the extra key, I entered through the side door and made my way to the elevator. Since it was still early, there were only a couple of people who I passed between the door and the elevators. An elevator was already there, waiting to take me up to my destination on the seventeenth floor. When the elevator doors parted and let me know that I had reached the right floor, I walked the short distance down the hall to her door. I knocked lightly on the door before opening it with the key. I didn't want her to think that I was a burglar breaking in. I knew that she had pepper spray in her purse, and I definitely did not want to get an eyeful of it because I had come over early. As I let myself in, I heard her stereo blasting out music in her bedroom. It was some kind of techno-rock, the kind of music that I refused to let her play whenever we were together. I closed the door and said "hello," but received no answer. I went to the fridge and got a bottle of water before making my way to her bedroom to let her know that I had left early just for her. I walked the length of the hallway to her bedroom. As I passed the bathroom, I noticed that the rug had dark patches on it and there was some water still pooled on the edge of the tub. She had obviously just taken a shower or bath, probably getting ready for me to get back in a few hours. Perhaps she had been working out since she had the day off. When I reached the open door to her bedroom, I couldn't believe my eyes. There she was, laying on her bed masturbating. She had caught me a few times early on in our relationship, but I had never seen her pleasuring herself before. I had never been a patient person, so I had always been eager to help out whenever she was in the mood, and we both had insatiable sexual appetites. She didn't hear me as I had approached her bedroom, and despite my surprise, I obviously hadn't made enough noise to announce my presence as I stood there watching wide-eyed as she let her hands caress her own body. A few feet in front of me on the floor was a matching bra and panties set. I could see a dark patch on the green silk fabric of her panties, and I knew the real reason for her mid-day shower. Whatever she had been watching or reading or thinking about had aroused her enough that she couldn't wait the few hours until my arrival. I stood there watching. Her fingers were masterfully entering her glistening slit as her thumb was rubbing her clit in smooth, quick circles. Her other hand was caressing her breasts, gently pinching alternating nipples as they worked across her chest. Her body was flushed and still damp from her shower. Her shoulder-length blond hair was wet, and I could see droplets of water running down onto her pillow. Her eyes were closed lightly. Her faced looked angelic as her imagination continued to spawn the thoughts which seemed to control the movement of her hands and fingers. Next to her on the bed was her crumpled towel, and next to that was her dildo. Her chest was rising with each breath that she took. Soft moans were escaping her lips as she expertly massaged her entire body. I could see that her nipples were erect from her thoughts and the attention that she was paying to them. Each time she moved her fingers in and out of her pussy, I could see her juices covering them, almost dripping off of them. I just stood there dumbstruck. I couldn't move. Watching her, I felt like a spell had been cast upon me, keeping me motionless despite my desire to take her at that very moment. I could feel my cock growing in my pants, striving to get out. Pushing against the fabric of my boxers, my erection was climbing down the inside of my thigh and causing my pants to become extended at a forty-five degree angle outwards. Her breathing was becoming more shallow with each passing second. I could tell she was close to orgasm, possibly her second or third so far. She began banging her fingers in harder and faster, perhaps thinking that it was my cock, or Pete Jr., as she had nicknamed it. Her soft moans were replaced by louder ones in an instant. Her body began writhing on top of the sheets, her head swaying in rhythm to her building orgasm. I watched as her mouth opened wider, letting her voice carry across the room towards me. She continued on. I was mesmerized by the sounds and visions of her orgasm. My cock was straining fully against my boxers and pants. Suddenly, her moans were replaced by her voice. She spoke softly at first, saying, "Oh, yes" and "Oh fuck" and "Fuck yes." The audible level increased exponentially as she continued to work her fingers. Soon, the room was filled with her shouts and screams, only being hindered by her loud, rapid gasps for air. Her climax arrived with an ear-piercing yell. I watched as her body relaxed and she seemed to fall deeper into the softness of her bed. Her face was more flushed now, her cheeks rosy with pleasure as she lay there. There was a damp spot on the sheets between her spread thighs. A satisfied smile seemed painted on her pink hued face. Despite her powerful orgasm, she kept rubbing her fingers along the outside of her moist lips. She started to raise herself up on her bed. I quickly took a step back so that I was hidden behind the ajar door. I didn't want her to know that I had been witness to her escapade. At least not yet. After what seemed an eternity of standing there silent, hearing my heart pound in my chest and feeling my aching cock still pushing to try and release itself, I finally got the courage to look in her bedroom again. I hadn't heard her moving around, and I hadn't seen her walk over to her dresser. I had thought that I would see her just lying there on her bed, trying to catch her breath and relaxing her tensed muscles. As I peered around the door, I found that I couldn't have been more wrong. True, she was still lying on her bed. Instead of relaxing, however, she had replaced her fingers with her dildo and was sliding it slowly in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Although it had only been about a minute since her previous orgasm, I could tell that she was getting close to another. I had always been amazed at her potential for multiple orgasms. There had been a few occasions when it seemed as though I just couldn't cum when we were having sex. On those rare occasions, she never wanted to stop. She would just keep riding Pete Jr., or she would keep pulling him into her pussy by contracting her muscles until she had climaxed more times than I could count. It seemed that she harnessed that same ability when she was alone also. Watching her slide her dildo in and out, the fake balls pressing against her ass as she took the whole length of it inside of her, I wish I knew what had put her in this mood. Was she reminiscing about a night we had experienced together, or was she thinking of someone else? My mind raced as I tried to get just a glimpse of what was running through her mind on that afternoon. Despite these thoughts, I could not take my eyes off of her body and the thrusting phallus. Her knees were parted farther than before. She had propped herself up on some pillows, and the serene look on her face had been replaced by one of both pleasure and pain as the thick toy was being consumed inside of her tight pussy. In no time at all, she was climaxing again. This time, it was more forceful, causing her body to quiver as screams again escaped her pouty lips. As her body again relaxed, I remained planted where I stood. I watched as her body became limp, removing the dildo and letting it fall from her grasp onto the bed next to her. After a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes. She saw me immediately. The look on her face was that of embarrassment and annoyance, both directed towards me. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked. My mind searched for some quippy retort to put her at ease, but I was at a complete loss for words. All I could muster was, "Long enough." I tried to reassure her that it was no big deal. After all, she had seen me masturbate a few times. It was only natural. I had seen her in the throws of passion before. None of my rationalizations seemed to have an effect on her though. She just stayed in the same position, fixing me a look that was half scowl and half smirk as I tried to get myself out of the dog house. Knowing now that nothing I could say would have an effect, I moved over to the foot of the bed. Risking further indignation from her, I reached forward, grabbed her ankles, and pulled them over the end of the bed. I knelt down on the floor and parted her thighs slightly with my hands. At the moment I pushed my face forward into her pussy, I could feel her juices encompass the whole of my mouth. She was so wet from her previous actions that I could feel her sweet nectar running down my chin. She tasted absolutely wonderful as I began to work my tongue up and down her velvety lips. After a couple of long licks, trying to absorb her juices into my mouth, I felt her hands on my head. She started by running them through my hair, and then she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tightly against her pussy. My mouth was pinned against her. I began licking and sucking until I found just the right spot. I slowly sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and let my tongue run over it. She started bucking against my face, and I could once again hear her moaning. I worked to keep her clit lodged in my mouth as her body bucked harder against my face. Her wetness seemed to consume me, but I kept working my tongue and lips until she came for the third time since my arrival. Her hands relaxed their grip from the back of my head, allowing me to release her throbbing clit from my mouth. I climbed up on the bed and gave her a deep kiss. I knew that I was out of the dog house by the passion I felt in her returned kiss. As our lips broke apart, she became aware that Pete Jr. was straining to reach out for her through the material that caged it. With the quickness and dexterity of a cat burglar, she immediately started removing my clothing. My shirt came off in a New York second, followed instantly by my pants. To my surprise, she didn't remove my boxers. Instead, she just opened the fly and let my erect shaft pop out into the open air. She kissed the precum that had been building since my arrival off of the tip. She then took the length of my shaft into her mouth, letting her tongue lick its way up and down before flicking teasingly against the head. When her hot, wet mouth released its grasp of Pete Jr., she reached for the elastic waistband of my boxers. Instead of pulling them down completely, she took just the front seam and tucked it underneath my aching balls. The effect was that of a cock ring. The pressure from my boxers caused my balls to be pushed upward against my rigid shaft, both protruding outwards at a greater than ninety degree angle from my body. My erection seemed to be held magically in place by her maneuver. My balls were tight from the pent up desire I had for her, and they were now held in check by the elastic of my waistband below and the weight of my throbbing shaft above them. She again let her tongue lick the precum that was continuing to form on the tip of my cock. I was laying on my back on her bed, looking like some kind of carpenter's T-Square. She turned around so that her back was to my face. Kneeling above me, she slowly pushed down on my cock. I could feel her pussy sliding down on my hard erection as she took it inside of her inch by inch. When she had finally taken in my whole shaft, she pushed down a little farther, pressing my protruding balls against her clit. As she began gyrating her hips slowly back and forth, the sensation was fantastic. I wanted to ask her where she had heard about this new move that she was employing on me, but the stimulation of her slick, hot pussy gripping my shaft as she rode my balls made the option of speech a distant possibility. She kept rocking back and forth slowly. The sensations that I was feeling must have been dwarfed by her own as she started to cum almost immediately. Back and forth she went, holding herself up with her arms perched on the bed. I could almost feel the top of my balls being pulled inside of her gushing pussy with every thrust that she made just before they were pushed up against her clit. It only took a minute before I was bucking my hips against her own gyrations. Wildly trying to get deeper inside of her, I felt myself starting to cum. My cock began to throb intensely as her hips thrust her weight harder and faster into my swollen balls. We were both cumming now, but the pressure of the waistband kept my erection in tact as my hot load shot inside of her. She kept riding me as her body fell forward. We both screamed as we came together. When her orgasmic convulsions had finally ceased, she dismounted and finally freed my pinned balls by pulling my boxers down. The sense of freedom felt almost as good as the orgasm, but neither compared to the feeling of her lips trying to suck them inside of her with her thrusts. She collapsed on the bed next to me. Both of us exhausted from the events of the afternoon, we just laid there for an hour. We never did make it out to dinner that night, opting for Chinese delivery instead. Since then, I have tried to leave work early more often, but I have never again caught her pleasuring herself. Home Early As he drove through the gloom of a late winter afternoon, his thoughts turned to his Kathy and how surprised she would be when he arrived at her house, back a day early from his trip. They had been a couple for six months now and never before had he been with anyone quite like her. She was a truly sexual being, and it was as if he were addicted to her and her insatiable appetite for sex. It was almost dark as he quietly let himself in with the key she had given him. He noticed that no lights were on in the main living areas, and wondered if perhaps she was out. He paused for a moment just inside the doorway, and heard the sound of music playing somewhere in the house. Slowly he moved through the bungalow, following the sound, until he saw a light coming through her bedroom door which was slightly ajar. He moved close to the door, peeking inside and his eyes immediately widened at what he saw. There on the bed were two naked figures, one, a woman he did not recognize was sprawled back on the bed, propped up with pillows, while the second, his girl Kathy was between her legs, her face buried in the woman's pussy. His head was spinning, a variety of emotions flooding through his brain. At first there was a flash of anger, which quickly subsided, and as he watched the two figures on the bed. He was torn then, should he leave and let them have their pleasure in private, should he watch from behind the door, or should he enter and see what happens. As he stood there, he began to focus on the other woman. She was younger than Kathy, probably in her early 30's, slim with a body that was toned and tanned. Her breasts were small, beautifully formed, with prominent pink nipples and her legs long and shapely. Her face was pretty, but not beautiful in the classic sense, her hair short and almost boyish in appearance. He was intrigued by the contrast to his Kathy who was much more womanly, with curvy hips and full breasts. His initial uncertainty had turned to arousal, his hand moving to his crotch, rubbing the hardness through his trousers as he watched Kathy making love to another woman. As he did, he gently pushed the door open a bit wider. With that movement, the other woman turned her head, her eyes widening as she saw his form in the darkness behind the door. She tensed, letting out a gasp, causing Kathy to lift her face and look around. As she did, he pushed the door open wide, letting her see who it was. Kathy's initial shocked expression quickly turned to a wicked smile as she recognized him. "It's alright, Chrissy," Kathy said as she turned to look into the other woman's eyes, "It's my boyfriend Ed." The fear quickly was gone from the woman's face, and a soft smile came to her lips. Kathy rose from the bed and came to him, sliding her arms around him and giving him a soft kiss. As she pressed her lush body against him, she whispered "You've always wanted to be with two women, so here is your chance, and I know Chrissy is game." With that she took his hand and led him to the big chair in the corner of the bedroom. "Just watch for a bit," she said, "Join in when you feel the urge!" She turned and walked sensuously toward the bed. Chrissy was now kneeling on the bed and he let his eyes roam over her naked form. She was one sexy lady, and her eyes twinkled as they caught his. Her tongue darted out, circling her lips, wetting them as Kathy moved onto the bed with her. He watched them embrace, Kathy taking charge, her hands sliding over Chrissy's body. They pressed together, breast to breast, lips locked in a deep sensual kiss. As he watched he began unbuttoning his shirt, he felt hot; aroused in a way he had not felt before. He stripped it off, baring his muscular upper body, his eyes fixed on the two women. His fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it, sliding the zipper of his trousers downward, and then raising his body to slide them off. The thickness of his cock was prominent in his white briefs as it strained against the soft cotton. The women had moved now, Kathy moving behind, her lips caressing the curve of Chrissy's neck. Her hands slid around, one cupping a breast while the other dipped downward, trailing over the flat belly, fingertips sliding into the silky hair below. He rose his hips again, sliding his briefs off, letting his swollen shaft spring free. He saw Chrissy's eyes move to his cock as he moved his hand to it, fingertips sliding slowly up the hard flesh. Kathy's fingers pressed into the soft folds of flesh, moving sensuously in and out, her movements in sync with the movements of his as he stroked his shaft. His mind was racing, his heart beating fast in his chest as the anticipation of being with these two beautiful women took over his senses. The two on the bed moved together, their bodies writhing sensuously as Kathy's fingertips massaged the velvet of Chrissy's vagina. He saw her whisper in Chrissy's ear and then the two rose from the bed and moved toward him. His breath caught in his throat as they approached and knelt before him. "I told you his cock was beautiful, didn't I" Kathy whispered, her eyes twinkling, her fingertips lightly stroking his thigh. Chrissy smiled and her hand moved to him, fingers encircling the base of his rock hard shaft as her head dipped. Her mouth was on him then, her lips sliding over the swollen helmet of his shaft, tongue moving across the spongy cock-head. A moan of pleasure escaped his throat as he felt her lips move slowly down his thick shaft. As Chrissy sucked his cock, Kathy's hand moved to caress his scrotum, fingertips massaging his sensitive glands as her lips moved to his chest. Her mouth found his nipple, tongue swirling around it, teeth lightly nipping the flesh. His head was spinning; this was every man's dream, two gorgeous women making love to him. His fingertips softly stroked Chrissy's hair as her hot wet lips moved slowly up and down his engorged flesh. He knew that pre cum was oozing from his cock, mixing with the saliva that now coated his shaft. He felt Kathy's lips slide downward, showering soft kisses on his belly. His eyes caught hers and the twinkle in them reassured him that she wanted this as much as he did. He watched as Chrissy lifted her lips from his glistening cock and they met Kathy's in a long deep kiss. Then the two of them began teasing his shaft together, tongues flicking against his flesh. This is heaven, he thought as they playfully ministered to him. Then they moved away, standing and taking his hands, urging him from the chair. He stood between them, his lips finding each of theirs briefly before they moved around him. He felt their bodies against his as they moved around him. They slid downward, nipples brushing his skin as they knelt again, Kathy in front of him and Chrissy behind. His legs spread instinctively as Kathy took his cock in her hot mouth and he felt Chrissy's lips caressing his buttocks. His body tensed as he felt her tongue slide into the crevice of his ass, flicking against his anus as Kathy took his cock deep, lips circling the base of his shaft. It was more than he could take, his body seeming to be out of his control. He felt his skin flush and his breathing quicken. His knees went weak and his body quivered as he felt Chrissy's tongue push into his ass. A loud grunt of pleasure came from deep in his throat as he felt the sweetness of his release and his cock exploded in Kathy's mouth. She did not pull back, suckling him, milking the cum from his loins. The room seemed to spin, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm. He looked down at Kathy, and saw her eyes find his as she drained the last oozes of cum from his cock. The two moved from him then, finding each other, their lips meeting as they shared the taste of his semen. He fell back into the chair, watching them as they kissed long and deeply, their beautiful bodies pressing together. It was a vision that would forever be imbedded in his mind. As their kiss broke, they both looked at him, their eyes sparkling. "Just relax and rejuvenate, Ed," Kathy said, "We've got all night, and that was just a beginning!" With that she turned her attention back to Chrissy and he closed his eyes, thinking of the pleasures still to come. Home Early I'm sitting at my desk, looking out the window. I'm thinking about the night I got home late and got the greatest welcome home any man could dream of. I shake my head to clear my mind, but it's no use. "Boss, I'm going home early, I'm not doing so well..." I lie. The only thing not doing well right now is my cock, painfully straining against my slacks. I hope he doesn't notice. "Whatever, have a nice weekend" Bossman says. I shut down what I was doing and head out. Once in the car, I begin to call home, as I always do, tell wifey I'm on the way home. Something tells me not too, I think I'll surprise her! I have about an hour drive home, plenty of time to think about what I'm going to do to her when I get home. Debating the merits of licking, sucking, rubbing and fucking, I have a hard time concentrating on traffic. One thing is for certain, it'll be another memorable homecoming. Before I know it, I'm pulling into the driveway. "Hey boys, where's mom?" My two sons are beating the crap out of each other in the front yard. My oldest stops mid noogie and says "She's inside taking a shower, she's been digging in the dirt again...", referring to her green thumb. "Thanks" I say and head inside. The boys get back to their wrestling, oblivious to what is about to happen inside. Once inside, I head upstairs. Hearing the shower running, I quietly slip into the bathroom. What I find makes me pause. Through the frosted glass of the shower door, I see my beautiful wife's silhouette bent over and rocking back and forth. I hear moans of satisfaction over the rush of water. Last Valentine's day, I bought her a purple waterproof dildo, one of her favorite bath time toys. It is about 12 inches long has a suction cup which she loves to attach to the wall and fuck herself. I stand back and lean against the sink, watching her slide up and down the purple monster, bucking against it. Her moans get louder as she fucks herself harder and faster. My pants hit the floor as I undress and start stroking my cock, now hard as a rock. I have to control myself as I find myself stroking in rhythm with my wife in the shower, don't want to cum too soon. Finally, she had a massive orgasm that I was sure the boys out front must have heard. She slumped over, but doesn't slide off her toy...my turn now. Fully naked and erect, I open the shower door and say "Hi honey, I'm home!" "Fuck, you scared me!" she screamed. "Sorry," I say, not meaning it, "I would have said something earlier, but you were, er, occupied." "I was thinking of you, how much did you see?" she said breathily. "Enough. I just wanted to come home and repay you for the other night." I emphasize my point by tugging at my now purple member. "I see that..." she said licking her lips. She starts to bend down to get close to my prick when I stop her and pull her back up. "Hold that thought babe, today it's about you." I get down on my knees and get a closer look at her swollen pussy. Her lips are looking as engorge as my cock and I can smell her precious perfume wafting from them. Her clit is beautifully erect, taunting me, begging me to lick it. Wanting to take my time, I continue my examination. "I see you cleaned up a bit before you started in with your fuck buddy." Her pussy was as smooth as her delicious breast, except for a carefully groomed patch of hair right about the fun zone. "I know how much you enjoy eating a clean pussy, hungry?" With that, she reached down and spread her labia wide with one hand and finger fucked her hole with the fingers of her other. That was the last straw. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her snatch to my face. My tongue flicked out and I gave her clit a licking that sent shivers through her body. Pulling her finger out of her twat, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer. Up and down I sucked her cunt, her sweet juices coating my face. I would first suck one of her lips into my mouth, then the other. She started to buck against my mouth, especially when I would slide my tongue down the length of her glory hole to her other hole. Bathing her asshole in my saliva, I started pressing my middle finger against her tight anus. This almost brought her to climax, but I eased the pressure just a bit to keep her hanging on. "Not yet" I murmur from between her legs. She moans as I remove my fingers from around her ass, disappointed that I didn't go further. Little did she know of what was to come next. Sliding my finger forward, I start finger fucking her drench cunt with two fingers. I turn my oral attentions solely to her clit, lashing lightly with my tongue. After she realized that I meant to keep her going, I felt her relax so that I could drive deeper with my fingers. In turn, I slip three, four, then all five of my fingers into her pussy. I could feel the spasming of her twat, clenching and unclenching on my fingers. Up to my knuckles, she pushes harder, desperate to get more of my inside her. She suddenly explodes with an animal snarl as she cums for the second time today. I gasp as her pussy literally squeezes the shit out of my hand. Her cum juices are running down my forearm as I reluctantly pull out. "I'm not done with you yet." I whisper as she starts to clean up. Her eyes widen at first, then soften into a dreamy "bring it on" look. Expectantly, she waits. "You seemed disappointed earlier when I didn't stick my finger in your ass. Well, let me make it right." I reach over and pick up the purple pseudo cock she was impaling herself on earlier. I looked at it questioningly, she had never had something this big in her ass before, but when I looked up at her, she had a hungry look in her eye that told me it was just what she wanted. I reach under the sink for the lube we keep there and slather a generous amount up and down the dong. I turn her around and bend her over to get at her sweet ass. Placing the tip against her asshole, I gently apply pressure. She started pushing against me and with a gasp, the head popped past her sphincter. I slowly eased the rest of the twelve inches into her and she started the back and forth fucking I had witnessed earlier in the shower. This gave me an idea. I turned her around and backed her ass against the wall in the shower. The suction cup stuck to the wall and she was able to truly fuck herself again. I then positioned myself in front of her greedy mouth and waved my aching cock in her face. Being the good women she was, she immediately swallowed me whole. As she slid off one end, she slid down on the other. I had a perfect view of her lips around my shaft and her rectum clinging to the dildo as she pulled off. Fighting for control, I held back from cumming for longer than I thought possible. Up and down she went, paying special attention to the shaft and just below my head. "You want to cum don't you," she said down around my balls. "Well, I want to taste your cum in my mouth." That was too much. She had almost swallowed my cock when I blew a huge wad of spunk into her wide open mouth. She started to lick her lips when I erupted again all over her face. She regained control of my cock, sucking in the still pulsing member. She drained the rest of my cum to the rhythm of her fucking her ass with the dildo. Keeping my cock in her mouth, she sped up until she had completely lost control of herself. She was crying in ecstasy, slapping herself in the face with my cum covered cock getting it everywhere, when she came for the third time today with the mother of all orgasms. If that didn't bring the boys running, then the nothing would. Slowly pulling off the dong and standing up, she was a sight to behold. Her hair was still all over the place from her shower, cum dripped off of her chin onto her heaving breasts, her skin glistening with a combination of water, sweat and spunk. As she stood before me, I felt my member stirring, getting ready for more. She wiped some cum off of her face with a finger, looked at it and then licked it clean. She turn her eyes to me and said "Welcome home..." Home Early One summer evening, my wife Patty went out about 9:00 in the evening, having made arrangements to meet up with a guy she had recently met on the internet. She was dressed to thrill. Patty is in her mid 30s, and gorgeous. She has short reddish-brown hair, a pretty face with deep brown eyes and a voluptuous body with a curvy ass and big, bounteous boobs that spill out of every outfit she wears. That evening she was wearing a tight jean skirt, heels (with her toes painted a bright, slutty red) and a low cut pink baby-doll top that exposed her gorgeous cleavage. Her makeup was a little thick but tasteful, her lipstick matching her toenail and fingernail polish perfectly. Although she does have a regular "boyfriend," her adventure that night was brought about by an interesting series of events. As a tease, several weeks earlier I had bought her an "extra large," lifelike toy. At the time, it was more of a joke than anything but she took to it immediately. At 10" long and 3" thick, I had been doubtful that she could fully enjoy it, but it soon became her almost exclusive means of getting off. Anyway, she often complained that my average six-incher was a bit unsatisfying and even her boyfriend, who was a bit better "hung" than I, was no match for her new toy. So, she perused the singles/adult ads until she found someone who claimed to have the equipment she had suddenly started to crave. The guy she was meeting, Jason, had an ad that said he had nine inches of thick meat "always hard and ready." I spent the entire evening waiting and wondering how things were going, if she found him attractive, if they would find a room somewhere and, most importantly, whether his cock was "as advertised." Suddenly, at about 11:00 the phone rang. She was on her way home. She sounded pissed. "Fucker stood me up," she screamed. She told me that, to make things worse, she was horny as hell (having gotten worked up over this guy's pictures on his singles ad) and finally she told me I'd "better be ready" when she walked in the door. She hung up and called back a few minutes later. She told me she was almost home. She ordered me to strip naked and wait for her sitting on one of our dining room chairs. "Sounds like we're gonna have some fun," I thought, so I quickly stripped and sat down. When she arrived, it was obvious she was a little drunk, and horny as hell. She climbed on top of me and drove me nearly crazy sticking her tongue down my throat. She was humping my hard on and moaning like crazy. She excused herself for a minute, and when she came back, she was holding handcuffs. She asked me if I wanted to "play" and I eagerly agreed. She cuffed me to the chair and grabbed some rope. She tied my ankles securely to the legs of the chair, then she slowly did a striptease. My hard- on was raging. She was down to her skirt and heels, plus, of course, her jewelry. She reached under her skirt and removed her soaked panties, then she lightly caressed my face with them. Then the surprise came. She shoved her wet panties into my mouth, grabbed a towel and tied it around my head. I was now bound and gagged and found it quite impossible to move. Then, she gave me a sexy, seductive look and said "now comes the FUN part!" I assumed, of course, that she was about to get her toy and give me a show. Instead, she reached for her purse. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed. I couldn't imagine what she was doing. The other party apparently answered because she said "you can come in now." I was shocked. She turned the lights down low. Suddenly, there was a knock at the back door. She ran to open it. I heard a low, man's voice. In walked my lovely wife. She told me that the man was Jason, the guy she had been planning to meet. She hadn't been "stood up" after all!! I could barely nod. She looked me in the eye and told me that they had a couple of drinks and he made it clear he wanted her and she wanted him, but they didn't feel like getting a motel room. So, she needed me out of the way. Then, she turned and wrapped one arm around Jason's neck and kissed him and, although it was kind of dark, I could see his hands on her ass and her left hand rubbing the front of his jeans. When they broke the kiss, she looked at me and announced "Jason and I are going to bed now." I watched helplessly as they made their way up the stairs. Now, our bedroom is a loft with an opening just above where I was sitting, so I could hear practically everything. At first, muffled moaning and the rustle of clothing. Then footsteps. I heard the unmistakable squeak of the bed, and then Patty began a rhythmic humming, and I was sure by his occasional gasps and groans that she was sucking his cock. I was so turned on I could have shot off into thin air. But, as I listened carefully I heard the bed squeak some more. Suddenly, Patty called out my name. "Andy . . . ANDY . . . Jason is going to fuck me now!" I grunted through my panty-gag. "Listen carefully!" I heard her gasp and I was sure he had entered her. The next several minutes was a virtual nonstop squeaking of our bed and Patty moaning, punctuated by her breathlessly gasping things like "Yesssss" and "feels so fucking good" ... and "so fucking BIG!" I heard their rhythm intensify. Her gasps were now more like whimpers and I could tell by her tone that she was nearing her orgasm. Her moaning reached a fever pitch. "Yessss .... Fuck me .... Fuck me with your big fat cock ... ohhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" After her moans subsided, I didn't hear anything for a minute or two. Then I hear the rhythm of the bed squeaking again. This time I heard Patty speaking more softly. "Yes" she cooed. "That's it ... c'mon ... it feels sooooooooo good!... come inside me baby ... squirt me with your hot cum ... drain you balls in me ... that's it ... c'mon ... I wanna FEEL it." I heard him grunting until it was clear that he, too, exploded and I imagined his cock pulsing inside my wife, shooting hot cum deep inside of her, They were silent for quite awhile. I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard was the bedroom door opening. They came walking down the stairs, hand in hand. Patty had on only her baby doll top and panties. She gave me a big smile as she walked past me and walked him to the door. They stood there talking for a few minutes, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. When she came back, I could see that her panties were soaked. "Wanna come to bed?" she asked. I nodded enthusiastically. "Promise to be a good boy and do whatever I say?" I nodded even more enthusiastically. She untied my ankles and helped me stand up. My wrists were still handcuffed and my panty-gag was still in my mouth. She led me up the stairs. I stood at the edge of the bed. She took my chin in her hand. "Andy," she said, "I love you." I smiled through my gag. "But," she continued, "I just had the most wonderful FUCK" She began to untie my gag. "He was awesome!" She removed my gag. I leaned forward to kiss her and she pulled away. She lay back on the bed and reached her arms out to me. I fell forward into her arms. "Did you enjoy listening?" she asked. I said yes. She kissed me. She looked me in the eye and she said "Jason had a great cock ... it was really thick and I think it was even longer than he said on his ad." I winced. She took my swollen member in her hand and gave it a squeeze. "About TWICE what YOU are able to offer me." "Now," she continued, "you have been SUCH a good boy that its time for your reward." I was hoping that she would lean forward and take my raging cock in her mouth. But, instead, she grabbed the back of my head and pushed it down between her legs. She held my head between her thighs as she removed her sopping panties. "Now," she said in a demanding tone, "I expect you to lick me . . . lick me nice and clean. Jason left quite a load in there and I want to be comfortable when I fall asleep." I looked into her eyes. She stared at me. "This IS what you want, isn't it?" I nodded meekly. "Then, get busy .... And, while you're at it, grab a hold of yourself and make your little weenie feel real nice." She lay back and I got comfortable. I was in heaven as my face drew near her sex. She moaned and I stuck my tongue out, licking from the bottom and savoring the sweet, salty musky taste of her pussy juices and Jason's cum. As I licked and sucked every drop, she kept talking. "Honey, from now on I plan to bring my lovers here ... you know, I am so much more comfortable in my own bed, and then after I am satisfied, I can just lay back and relax." "Mmmmmm ... that feels good." "And, whenever I do ... I want ... I EXPECT ... that your little tongue will be nice and busy cleaning me up." She began to moan and shudder. "One other thing," she gasped. "From now on, my favorite dildo will be referred to as 'Jason' ... understand?" As I nodded, she grabbed the back of my head and humped my face for only a few more seconds until she exploded her own load of girl-juice down the back of my throat. Home Early Continues I had dozed off after the great fuck I'd given my mother. She'd been dozing when I began breathing deeply. Her eyes opened when she heard me breath deeply. In retrospect, I wondered later what she'd thought about as we lay there. Where had her son had learned to fuck so good? Why was he so much more attentive than his Father?. She owed someone a big thank you. These were all thoughts she shared with me later. She was lightly rubbing my chest when she noticed my cock begin to throb. I suppose age and time had caused her to forget how responsive an 18 year old could be. Her left hand glided down my chest and began lightly squeezing and massaging my cock through the shorts which I still had on. In no time, I was murmuring; but more important, my cock was rising. So many thoughts were running through her mind. Did I realize she'd stayed with Dad only for my sake? Did I realize how often she had been verbally and physically abused? Did I know the real reason my "Father" was so cruel to her? She thought I must know all of that; after all I took abuse as well despite being a model son. And the walls were so thin; I could hear everything that went on down the hall. She shared these thoughts with me in the days to come. I had it all. Good grades, excellent athlete, college scholarship, and a magnificent 8 inch cock were all in my present and future. She wondered what would she do when I left for college? I learned later she thought she would go crazy if she did not escape. She began lightly tonguing my left nipple; and I bucked my cock into her hand. She slid her hand into my shorts where it met my rising cock. Her hand traveled lower and began to squeeze my balls. Like my father she noticed I had a massive set of low hangers; unlike my father I was shaved. She later told me she wondered why on earth I had shaved balls and no bush? Other questions to ask and areas to explore came to her mind as we lay there. She could feel another load of my semen building as I lay in a semi-state of slumber. She decided the fuck I had given her was deserving a special reward. She lifted her head and began moving lower. My cock popped out of the shorts just as she opened her mouth. Her tongue began running around the head as she gave special attention to the underside. She knew from experience the underside was the most sensitive area on a cock. She began bobbing her head up and down as she swallowed my cock down her throat. She lifted her mouth from my shaft. She moved lower and began running her tongue from ball base to asshole; and then she began to suck my balls. She realized it was actually much more pleasant to work my balls without hair; there was nothing to catch in her teeth. I was moaning as she took each ball in her mouth and gave it a bath with her mouth cum. She pulled off and went lower and began to tongue my asshole. She knew from experience men liked having their assholes tongued; and I was no exception. I was coming alert as she felt my hand move down on her head. My hips began a light bucking. As she moved up, and opened her mouth wider to accept my hard cock, she realized my cock's mushroom head looked so red and round. She was shocked as I called her by name and told her she gave good head. "That's it Kitty" I said, "suck on that cock." She raised herself up and began going down with new enthusiasm. Both hands were on her head as she sucked on my cock shaft. "That's enough of that," I commanded. This was something new for her? Her son was so forceful and commanding; her son was a man after all. I climbed off the bed and let my shorts fall to the floor. I reached to her and flipped her over onto her knees, ass up in the air. I stepped between her legs and spread her pussy lips which I could see were dripping. Was it from my earlier load, my Dad's or the excitement of sucking my cock? At the moment, I didn't care. I positioned my cock head at the opening to her pussy; and began to slowly insert it. She was wiggling her ass and begging me to ram it in. I obliged. She was sopping wet; and my shaft went all the way in to the hilt. She could easily take more. I'd had other mature pussies; this one was special. I began humping her pussy and held nothing back. She was well lubed up; so I just began banging the shit out of her. I had a tight hold on both hips; and was thrusting her so hard my balls were slapping her belly. I remembered a time or 2 when she had teased me by walking through the house in just panties and topless. She had known what she was doing I was certain. I rewarded her efforts with a couple of sharp cracks on the ass. She did not jump; she just worked that ass for more. I'd already cum once; I knew I could hold out for some time. I remembered fucking Rose, next door. I came quick the first time; but then held off for nearly 90 minutes the second time. Rose was good pussy; but then so was Mom. Thoughts began to form in my mind as I pounded her. I wondered if I could fuck them both? Could I get them so aroused they would eat each other's pussies? So many opportunities were present; and sadly I had only one cock. I pulled out of her; grabbed her and turned her over. Then holding her, I placed her pussy over my cock; and slid her onto it. Standing beside the bed, I let her slide up and down. This was even better than jerking off. I was in shape; and I walked around the room with her impaled on my cock. She was wiggling for all she was worth; and I could feel juices pouring from her pussy and coating my balls. I walked over by the patio door, hoping Rose would be outside. I wanted her to see I was fucking her best friend. She was working in her yard, but not looking over. That would have to change. I'd been fucking Rose for nearly 5 months. That had started shortly after Mr. Bill had passed away. I could feel the load building up in my balls. "Kitty," I breathed, "after I cum, climb off; get on your knees; and suck my dick clean." She nodded her head; she was oblivious to all but my cock. She knew I was about to cum; I grabbed her hips even tighter and began to thrust harder. "Take it Bitch," I cried out. "Take my cum." She was humping back for all she was worth. My seed was spurting into her grasping pussy: and I was driving in with all of my might. I finally stirred the cummy mixture with my cock and withdrew. Obediently, she dropped to the floor and her knees; and took my cock into her mouth. She was sucking on it and lapping her tongue to pull all of the cum from it. I was still semi rigid as her tongue began working my balls. "Easy Baby, we have a long night ahead of us." She looked up and smiled. "We have a long couple of weeks; your Dad will be gone a month; and by then we will have made some changes. You must save me or I will go crazy." Home Early From School It was the last week of school; and unknown to his parents, school was letting Seniors out at Noon. He'd humped a ride from a friend who dropped him off at the corner when they saw his Dad's rig out front. His Dad had a temper and would not give him a chance to explain Seniors were being rewarded. Plus, he knew his Dad was talking off on a 3 week route and in all likelihood was knocking off a last piece before he hit the road. The front door was unlocked; and in passing he'd seen his Dad's bags were already aboard the rig . He slipped in quietly and went upstairs to his room without being heard; that did not mean he could not hear the sounds from the room down the hall. He knew she'd be crying shortly. Dad was pounding it pretty hard; he could hear the bed springs squeaking all the way at the end of the hall. A couple of slaps on the ass and he knew Dad would be gone soon. Sure enough, about 3 minutes later, he heard the bedroom door open and his Dad slam the door as he hit the road. In no time, the Kenworth was cranking and he could hear it pull away. Thinking it safe, and assuming she would be asleep, he had stripped down to a loose pair of gym shorts and been stroking on his cock. What was a fellow to do after all, with all that sex taking place down the hall. He stopped before he came when she called his name. Tommi, she called, come here please. He put his cock back in his shorts hoping she would not see the bulge. He knocked on the door before entering, Yes Mom? Tommi, my back is killing me; would you give me a back rub. He gulped for she was laying on her belly on the bed with a portion of the sheet barely covering her ass crack. Part of her right ass cheek was exposed as was all of her back. Get the oil from the bathroom Baby, she asked. My back is really sore right now. No wonder he thought after the ride she had just been given. He got the oil and a towel so he could wipe off his hands when finished. He knelt next to her and began at the shoulders. Applying oil into his hands and then rubbing it into her shoulders, he could feel her relax. He was working down her spine when she wiggled and threw what little portion of the sheet was covering her from her ass. Please kneel between my legs, Tommi. My ass hurts so badly I need a good rub there. I could see the hand prints and knew the cause. As she wished I was kneeling between her legs and was massaging oil slowly onto her ass cheeks. OOOH, that feels so good. She raised herself on her knees and asked me to rub some oil between her cheeks which I did. I looked down and saw my cock extended from the shorts and had no way to push it back in as both hands were covered with oil. She remained on her knees and as my hands were rubbing between her thighs, I realized my thumb was rubbing her clit. She was groaning slightly; rather than pull away; she raised herself even more as she told me how good it felt and not to stop. Obedient son that I am, I continued. At this point, my fingers were rubbing her pussy and she actually pushed back so my thumb and finger entered her. Her groans became louder; and I had a raging hard on. She was a woman of 31 who had married early; the result of a pregnancy at 13. Standing 5'2"; she weighed about 105 and was still firm and trim. I on the other hand was 18; about 5'10"; 190 and had been awarded a football scholarship for the coming college term. She was thrashing around and her legs rubbed against my hard on repeatedly. She pushed herself up further and slid back so that her pussy opening was poised at my cock head. She thrust back and I found my cock impaled in her sloppy pussy. Ride me Tommi; Ride Me; I need it so. I slid my hands onto her hips and began to thrust in and out. Thankfully, I had been jerking off before; although I had not cum, I knew I was in no immediate danger of cumming. I was grasping both hips and thrusting my cock in the hole where my Dad had so recently been. She was soppy wet; I could not tell whether from a previous load, the oil, or what. She was bucking those hips with all her might as I was slamming into her with increased thrusts. Stop, I gasped before I cum. She thrust harder, pleading give it to me give it to me. I complied as I shot the biggest load of cum I had ever unleashed. I finally pulled my cock from her pussy and collapsed on the bed. She rolled over and put her head on my shoulder and chest. Thank you Son; I needed that. But soon we must talk. With that, she lay her head on my chest and fell asleep. Her breath on my chest was driving me wild and in no time my cock was hard as a rock. More to follow. This is a true account of how I entered into an illicit relationship which could have resulted in the hospital for me had my Dad ever discovered our secret. I was 18 at the time and she was truly 31. Home Early From Work I don't know why, but I've always had this crazy fantasy. I love my wife of nearly fifteen years and would never want her to cheat on me, but this fantasy is still there. I like to think about it, but would never want it to actually happen. I'm sure a psychologist would have a field day with me. I come home early from another long-hard day of work. You are normally home by 4:00 from your job as a school teacher, while my job as an accountant generally keeps me until 6:00. This day, I happened to finish my work early, so I decided to surprise you by coming home. I was a bit shocked to see that you weren't in the kitchen starting dinner. We've always shared cooking duties, but I thought that you had said that morning that you would start dinner when you got home. I look throughout the first floor of our home before deciding that you must be upstairs. I see that you are not in the sitting area at the top of the stairs, so that means you must be in our bedroom. You are probably catching up putting some laundry away. As I near the door, I hear strange moaning and groaning noises. At first I had no idea what that noise could be, but then I realized that it sounded as if you were having sex. I knew with me standing on this side of the door that there was no way you could be having sex, so you had to be masturbating. This was amazing to me because that is something that you just DO NOT DO. For whatever reason, you've always said that touching yourself just does not do anything for you. I've always wanted to see you touch yourself, so I figured I would finally get a chance to see you in action. From the sounds that you were making, I could tell that you were really enjoying touching yourself. Normally you are pretty vocally reserved when making love to me, but that was not the case now. It almost sounds as if the bed is rocking back and forth. I slowly open the door, careful to not make a sound. Only the top half of our king size master bed comes into view as I open the door. I first see your unbelievably sexy caramel colored breasts, topped by your full hard nipples. Both of your hands are running through your hair as you shout "yes, just like that" and your body is rocked by a huge orgasm. Surprised at how you can give yourself an orgasm without using your hands, I step into the room to see a muscle bound state trooper (judging by his uniform heaped on the bed) kneeling between your legs. As he sees me, he stops his thrusting and begins to pull out of you. As your orgasm is still coursing through your body, you look at me, but speak to him saying "oh god, don't stop." You wrap your legs around his naked ass and pull him back deep inside of you. My mouth is hanging open as I watch him after just a few long, deep thrusts cum inside of you. You scream in delight at the feeling of him spurting inside of you. After you both settle down, he pulls out of you, leaving a trail of his cum and your juices to flow from your pussy. I can do nothing but stare at your swollen, satisfied lips glistening at me. You see what I am looking at and as your lover hurriedly tries to get dressed, you reach out to grab hold of his still semi-hard cock. I like to think that I have a nice sized cock; average lengthed at six inches, but pretty thick around. This guy's cock was a bit thinner than mine but had to be at least two inches longer. You pull him by his cock so that he is closer to you where you begin to lick the entire length of his shaft clean; all the while staring at me and giving me a subtle nod of encouragement. Watching you suck your own juices off of another man was all the permission that I needed as I moved to the end of the bed. From that position I could fully see the amount of juices that had flowed out of you. Everything from your pussy lips, to ass, to bed was covered in a thick white fluid. I kneeled down and first kissed your ass cheek that was covered in fluid. It was the first time that I had ever tasted semen before, let alone another man's, and I was surprised at how I reacted to the taste. As my tongue first touched your ass, I was driven to another level of excitement that I had never gone to before. As I slid slightly further up the bed, you reached down with both hands and spread your pussy lip wide apart; causing even more of cum to leak out of you. You were fully exposed to me at that point and I put my mouth fully on your opening and licked and sucked as much as I could. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see you using your immense cock sucking abilities on his once again hard cock as he reached down to play with your perfect breasts. After I made sure that every inch of your pussy was licked clean, I took off my clothes while doing my best to not let go of your clit with my mouth. When naked, I slid all the way up the bed and slid my harder than ever before cock into your soaking wet pussy in one long stroke. This put my face just inches away from your face and the cock that was currently sliding in and out of your hungry mouth. You could see me staring intently at the way you were sucking on your lover. You let his cock slip out of his mouth and you began to passionately kiss me. You moaned as you tasted your lover's and your own fluid on your husband's face. As we kissed for several minutes, I could feel you stroking your lover's cock with your hand. Due to where he was standing, his cock kept bumping into our faces as we kissed. As my own orgasm neared, I could tell that yours was nearing too by the way you were moaning and writhing underneath me. Since I am a guy, I could also tell by the way your lover was reacting that he was getting close to coming too because of the hand job that you continued to give him. I had to stop kissing you because I was getting short of breath with excitement. I wildly pumped away on you as my mouth hung open in delight. Powerless to stop you, you guided your lover's cock into my mouth. Instinctively, I closed my lips around him and did my best impression of your cock sucking technique on him. I sucked in my cheeks and took as much of him in my mouth as possible. I slid up and down on his cock for several minutes until I felt his cock begin to spasm and shoot his hot semen into my mouth. I was surprised at this and took the first several streams in my mouth before he pulled out, shooting several more streams across my face. Between his shooting across my face and in other directions, your breasts and face became covered too. I leaned down so that our chests were touching and kissed you passionately again. I could feel his semen sliding across our chests and faces. As your tongue reached out and kissed your lover's cum off of my lips, I knew that I could not take anymore. I screamed your name as you screamed out that you loved me. I pushed deep inside of you one last time as I exploded my largest orgasm ever into you. At that same instant, I felt your pussy tightly contract around me as you came hard on me. I could feel our juices mixing together with that of your lover and all spilling out of you. We kissed each other as we came down from our orgasms. As we finally took the time to look around, we noticed that your lover was nowhere to be found. I looked back at you again, kissed you, and said I Love You. Home Early on a Wednesday For once I manage to get away from work early and head home. It is Wednesday and the weekend seems a long way off yet the previous weekend is already a far distant memory. She will already be home when I get there. No doubt busy, as always. No doubt tired, as always. I think about her as I drive, the way she looks, the way she moves. It has been days since we last found the time and energy to have sex. I realise how much I want her. Our son is in day care today and she will be planning to get him and go through the late afternoon ritual of feeding him dinner. Then I will give him his bath, read to him and together we'll put him to bed. And then finally, much later, after our own dinner and all the other nightly chores, we'll have time to ourselves. By then, however she will already be too tired, already thinking about tomorrow and all that she has to do. And another night will pass by when we sleep side by side, yet alone. I want this afternoon to be different. I make a decision, to make this day count, to make it different from all the other Wednesdays. The plan that forms in my mind probably won't work, but I decide to try, to break the pattern of our lives. She is a little surprised when she hears me enter. I drop my briefcase and laptop in the same place I always do and walk over to her. She has been checking the credit card statement, working out how much beyond our means we have lived this month. She rises to greet me. "You're home early," she says, happy for the break. It has been a warm day and she is wearing a short light cotton skirt, one I love seeing her in, one that shows off those beautiful tanned thighs. She also has a little white t-shirt that leaves her stomach and belly button exposed. I pull her close and kiss her. Not a standard I'm-home kiss but a long deep kiss that lingers. I feel myself harden and my need for her grows. We look at each other for a moment and she is about to speak. No doubt, she will recount the events of her day, the chores still to do, the reminders and responsibilities and the rest of our lives' trivialities. Instead, I say, "Shut up." I say it gently but I can see she is momentarily surprised. I put a finger to her lips and take her hand, leading her to the bedroom. I can guess what is going through her mind, this disruption to her routine, not unwelcome, but unexpected and therefore unplanned and therefore unusual, unwarranted, unneeded. In the bedroom I pull her to me again, stifling any argument with another deep kiss, my tongue fighting its way into her mouth, my hands sliding down her back to hold her arse, pulling her against my hardness. I want her even as I know she is already assembling excuses and diversions in her mind. She pulls away from me a little, not angry, but prepared to stop the course of events here. Instead I shake my head, pushing the boundaries, determined to overcome the resistance. I guide her back against the wall, feeling her tense in anticipation, hands on my chest, prepared to push me away again. I grab her wrists and hold them at her sides as I kiss her neck and lips. She returns my kisses with a little more enthusiasm now, perhaps thinking a compromise can be negotiated and a truce line agreed to. I release my grip on her wrists and slid my hands over her stomach, lifting the shirt up over her breasts. She attempts to pull it back down but I take her wrists again, this time raising them above her head and pinning them to the wall. She fights only halfheartedly as I kiss her again, hard, deep kisses that I know she responds to when she is turned on. She makes a weak protest, smothered by my kisses. I know in this tactical battle, she has decided to retreat for the moment, waiting until she can make a winning stand, establish her control, and return to a predicatable Wednesday afternoon. I raise her shirt again and she allows me to remove it. I throw it to the floor and return to kissing her. Her hands have remained above her head, against the wall but I know that soon the resistance will recommence. Quickly, I fumble behind her back, for once unclasping her bra neatly and efficiently, surprising both of us and bringing a little smile to her face. I push the straps away from her shoulders and she obligingly lowers her arms and allows the bra to fall between our bodies, to the floor. In my mind, I celebrate this victory, a small one, but a victory nevertheless. I lean and kiss her breasts, savouring the softness of the pale flesh against my lips. I lick her nipples and they harden a little as she hugs me to her. When I rise to kiss her lips again, I cup her breasts gently in my hands, preparing myself for the next stage of the plan. I have reached the now-or-never stage, the death-or-glory stage and I know that if we fall back into our normal pattern at this point, the best I can hope for will be slow, pleasant love-making. Making love to her is wonderful but that's not what I want now. I want to fuck her. I want her to know and to feel how much I need her body. I want her to know just how fuckable she really is. For a few minutes at least, I want her to think of herself not as a mother, or a wife, but a very beautiful, very fuckable woman. "Lean over the bed," I tell her. She doesn't move, but nor does she protest. She appraises me for a moment, looking into my eyes, trying to read me. For once, I have her guessing. "Do it," I say, putting as much steel in my voice as I can. I pause. "Or I'll have to make you." I maintain eye contact with her for a long moment. She knows she could normally stop this at any time, but now, she isn't sure. Then, to my relief and elation she moves to the bed and leans forward, resting her palms on the covers. She looks back expectantly, her eyes betraying a nervousness that I have seldom seen in our bedroom. I slide my hands up the backs of her thighs, under her skirt, taking hold of her plain, simple underwear and pulling it down to her knees. She gasps softly at the suddenness of it, still unsure of what to expect from me. I pull her skirt up over her arse, hands running over the smooth skin. I push her underwear to her ankles, using my still-shod foot. It is a move that clearly surprises her in its roughness because she looks back at me with wide eyes. I part her legs with my knee and she steps out of her bunched up underwear as she widens her stance. Taking my hands from her, I undo my belt. She doesn't move, except to settle her hands a little more comfortably on the bed. She turns her head again as she hears my zipper and gasps in shock as she feels the hard heat of my cock against the soft skin of her arse. "I'm going to fuck you hard from behind," I say. I know she loves sex from behind but it is my turn to be surprised when she nods and says a simple, "OK." I realise that it is not permission she has given me, but acceptance, acquiesance, submission. I take the hard shaft of my cock in my hand and guide the swollen head to the lips of her pussy. I expect a protest that she isn't ready, or a request to be gentle, instead she is silent. Slowly I enter her, feeling her wetness, a surprising wetness. There has been no long, slow tender build-up to make her ready, yet she is, undeniably, ready. The knowledge that she wants this now, turns me on more and I slide my cock quickly and deeply inside her. She groans as I take her hips and push myself as far inside her as I can. She is usually very quiet during our love-making so the sound she makes is another thrill for me. I begin to pump my cock into her, a slow rhythm, but deep, with a patience I don't feel. I hear her breathing, in time with my thrusting and now I can smell the richly-textured scent of sex. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," I say, "So hard you can hear it." I demonstrate what I mean, slamming my cock into her so that my thighs slap against the back of hers and my balls beat a light tempo against her pussy lips. She moans, far removed from her normal controlled, careful self. Her hair has fallen over her face but I can see her mouth open, gasping in pleasure as she half-turns to me. Surprising even myself, I grab her hair, raising her head, so that she is looking at her own reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. "Look at yourself getting fucked," I tell her. "You like it, don't you?" Initially I don't really expect her to answer since she seldom talks during sex. Then I decide that she should answer. "Well," I say. "Do you like getting taken from behind like this?" I fuck her hard, my hands pulling her hips to me as my cock slides into the wet heat of her pussy. "No," she says, a hint of defiance in her voice. "I think we should stop," she adds in a less assured tone. She is still looking at herself in the mirror. I'm going to keep fucking you until you cum," I say. "Whether you like it or not. Do you understand?" I have never talked to her like this before and I revel in treating her this way. "Yes. I understand," she says meekly and it is then that I realise the brief defiance was part of the excitement for her. And perhaps it was also a test for me. I reach around to rub my fingers against her clitoris and she immediately responds, moaning more loudly, tossing her head and leaning a little lower to make better contact with my fingers. Her clitoris is hard under my touch and I tease it rapidly as I thrust into her. She pushes back hard against me, curving her back to get the angle of my cock just right. For the first time in our sex lives, I feel I hold all the power. "Do you like it?" I say. "Yes." "Do you want me to stop?" "No." "Then say it," I order. My fingers pause on her clitoris. "Don't stop," she says obediently. I grab her hair and lift her head, making her to look at me in the mirror. "You can say it better than that," I demand, hoping my voice holds just a hint of threat. "Keep fucking me. I love it hard like this." She says it hurriedly, but it seems to release a need to verbalize because she continues as my cock pumps into her from behind. "Oh God. Harder. Just keep doing it hard. You like making me do this, don't you? Treating me this way?" "What way?" I demand. "Like I'm a whore or something." She grinds her hips, pushing her clitoris hard against my fingers. "Like a slut," I say. The thought of saying this to her has long been a fantasy and now that I have said it I feel elated. "Yes, like that," she responds between breathless moans. "Say it. Tell me how I'm treating you." She can barely get the words out now, so turned on is she. "You're treating me like I'm your little slut." I sense that her orgasm is approaching and deliberately slow my rhythm. I remove my fingers from her clitoris and she groans in protest. "You're my little slut from now on, aren't you?" "Yes," she says and I reward her with my fingers hard against her clitoris once more and renewed urgency in my thrusting. "Don't stop this time," she says, and it is clear that now she is pleading. "I want you to tell me when you're going to cum," I say. I have surprised myself so far with my own endurance and wonder how much longer I can hold off my own orgasm. She nods at my instruction, too lost in her own pleasure to talk now. I can feel that she is close, the skin of her back is flushed and her legs can barely support her. "Almost...almost," she says, her hips gyrating desperately now. I take my fingers from her clitoris and hold her hips tightly, supporting and controlling her. I fuck her as hard as I can, as deeply, as fast, as wildly as I can. At least ten thrusts that slap my balls against the lips of her pussy. Her moans become a single long scream. For a brief moment I hold my cock at the entrance to her pussy, only the head inside her. Her scream stops, her body tense and still, mouth agape, waiting. Then with one slow, deliberate thrust I enter her and she groans, in orgasm, her pussy tightening hard around the shaft of my cock, her hips rotating urgently, screwing my cock into her. Her arms can no longer support her and she drops to her elbows. Soon after her knees also buckle and she manages to collapse safely on the bed as I follow, my cock still inside her. She lies there breathing hard for a few moments, recovering, pussy still tight and wet around my cock. Her hair is messy and I think triumphantly that she has that just-fucked look. She turns her head and gives me a lazy smile. For a moment, I consider ending this magical few minutes even though I haven't cum. But, I don't want to give up my new found power yet. I hadn't expected to get this far and I want to push to new limits. "Wow," she says, as I pull out of her. She clearly believes the fun is over. Already she is straightening her skirt and looking around for her other clothes. I realise that I will have to seize the initiative quickly. I stand and grab a pillow from the bed, throwing it to the floor. She stands beside the bed watching me. "Kneel," I say, sitting on the bed. I an still dressed, with my pants around my knees and hard cock pulsing in time with the beat of my heart. She doesn't respond. "I said kneel." For a moment I am sure she will refuse, then she seems to resign herself to the situation and kneels between my legs. I know that I have to regain complete control. "You have a choice," I say, coldly. "You can be a good little slut and suck my cock. Or I will spank you until you decide that you'll suck it." The look in her eyes suggests a renewed defiance but I quickly extinguish it. "If I spank you I'll enjoy it and you'll still have to suck my cock," I tell her. She considers this for a moment, then takes my cock in her hand and begins loosely stroking it. Tentatively, she licks the shaft tasting her own juices, smelling her own female scent. "Put it in your mouth," I order. "Like a good little slut." She does so, swirling her tongue around the head and tightening her lips over the shaft. "Suck it," I say. I watch her sucking, taking several inches into her mouth. She has always been very good at oral sex if a little reluctant. Now she puts her technique to good use, hand stroking the bottom part of the shaft, mouth around the swollen head. "That feels so good," I say and she looks up at me briefly, perhaps aware that she has her own power in this situation. She works on my cock diligently for a few moments and I feel a renewed need to cum. I brush the hair away from her face and decide to push the limits to an extreme. "Because you are so good at that, I'm going to give you another choice. You can choose whether I cum in your mouth or over your tits." This time she is genuinely shocked. She looks up at me, fury flashing in her eyes. She begins to take me from her mouth but I hold her head, as gently as I can, to prevent her. She struggles against me for a moment. I know that I have pushed things too far but I have little to lose now. Besides, it's fun catching her off guard like this, making her think of me in a new, very different way. Suddenly, there is something about me she doesn't understand. And it frightens and excites her, at least a little. "So what is it to be?" I ask, releasing her head. She takes my cock from her mouth, still angry. "You bastard. Stop this." She tries to stand but I put my hands on her shoulders. "I don't want to," she says, but it sounds more like a plea than a statement. "I know you don't want to. But you're going to, aren't you?" Silence, as she looks up at me. "Aren't you," I repeat, determined now to play this out to the end. She lowers her head but looks up at me coyly. "Yes," she says in a soft voice. "Why?" I demand. She hesitates, then her hand returns to my still-hard cock and she strokes me. "Because you're making me." "Is that the only reason?" I know that she is close to a revelation now. A revelation not just to me, but to herself. "Because you're making me and..." She hesitates again. "Go on," I say, stroking her hair. "I like you making me do it and treating me like a slut," she says hurriedly. She looks away, embarrassed then looks up at me once more. "I'm going to cum in your mouth," I tell her when our eyes meet. She nods. "I understand." "I want you to swallow it." She nods again, then licks her lips and takes my cock once more into the soft, wet, warmth of her mouth. There is no anger now, just acceptance. She sucks me, while one hand holds my balls and the other slips down her own body to her pussy. Her mouth feels so good around my cock, as it always does. But this time is different. This time her lips seal themselves tightly around the shaft and she sucks hard. I sense that for the first time she is really enjoying giving me oral sex. Quickly I feel myself close to losing control, moaning, stroking her soft hair. She looks up at me and slides my cock out of her mouth. I am about to protest when she shakes her head. "I'll do what you want," she begins, "But keep talking to me. It's making me wild." I smile in spite of myself. I can hear the sound of her own fingers rubbing her wet pussy and I know now what she wants. Perhaps what she has wanted for a long time. "Suck it, slut. I know you like being forced to suck cock don't you? You pretend not to like it. You pretend you are a good girl but deep down you're a bad girl. I'm going to cum so hard in your mouth. And you want me to, don't you?" It is exactly what she wants to hear. Her fingers are taking her closer and closer to her own orgasm and her mouth is taking me closer to mine. "Fuck, I'm so close to cumming." I say it as a warning to her but it only makes her wilder, moaning, even with my cock deep in her mouth. I feel the cum rise from my balls and know that I can hold back no longer. I groan as the first hot spurt of semen shoots into her mouth. She pauses briefly then sucks me harder, each new explosion of cum filling her mouth a little more. I groan her name. She cums as well, fingers deep in her own pussy, her body shuddering. Taking my cock from her mouth she cries out in deep pleasure. I can see my semen in her open mouth and our eyes meet. She smiles her lazy just-fucked smile, then very deliberately, very calmly, she swallows. She giggles, a little self-conscious, then licks her lips and sits exhausted on the floor. I too am spent and it takes us both several minutes before we move again. Before she stands to get dressed. She leans close and kisses my thigh and then my cock. We say nothing as we dress, wanting to enjoy the moment, without the clutter of the rest of our lives intruding. Eventually, we both leave the bedroom and slowly resume the normal routine of a weekday afternoon. A little later, we go together to pick up our little boy from day care. He is delighted to see us and I look at him in her arms and smile. We decide, on the spur of the moment to go to a favorite coffee shop. We order some coffees, get our son a babycino and take turns spooning the froth into his mouth. It suddenly occurs to me that I'm happy. And it surprises me. Happy on a Wednesday. Who would have thought it? "We should have Wednesdays like this more often," I suggest. "Yes," she agrees, looking up and smiling. "Whatever you say."