2 comments/ 13834 views/ 2 favorites Jean's Special Day By: TheDuster David pulled the sheet tight over his just awakening body as he stretched the sleep from his burly frame. His movements were cautious as he tried carefully to keep from jostling the bed. His purpose was twofold: he had developed the habit within the first year of his marriage because Jean was such a light sleeper and any movement of any kind would disturb her slumber, and, this morning it was particularly important that she not be awakened... SO important! He had been planning this day for months, literally months! The idea to do something special for Jean had come to him one day while driving to work. At the time, he had no idea what it would be, but he knew he wanted to do something. Jean had been particularly passionate as she kissed him good-bye that morning. She always made sure, as he left for the office, that he knew he had no good reason to stray from her. With all those sexy secretaries running around the office, her motto was always, 'look, but don't do it with your fingers, and don't even THINK about doing it with your cock!' On that particular morning, her kiss had been so deep, so intense, so, so, uh, titillating that he had almost thrown his responsibilities as office manager to the wind to stay home with his lovely wife. She was his joy, the best decision he had ever made in his life! It did not matter how sexy the girls in the office dressed. It did not matter how short their skirts or how tight their bodice. David looked, to be sure. He was totally man and he loved the beauty of a woman's body. But one twinge of fear at losing Jean was all it took to keep his eyeballs in their sockets. He did not know if Jean would leave him if he ever strayed. He did not want to find out! He was smart enough to know that once trust has been betrayed it can never be totally regained! And he had no desire to lose trust with his lovely wife. As he drove to work that morning he tried to get his aroused penis to relax, (at least enough to make the drive more comfortable). He thought about how wonderful life had been since Jean came into his life nearly twenty years earlier. They had both attended a college party during the first week of the fall term. David was starting his final semester of graduate school and Jean was a freshman. Neither of them was at the party because they wanted to be. Jean was in attendance because her roommate wanted someone there for moral support. Donna, her roommate, was trying to attract the attentions of her latest conquest, Bob Dunmire, and she was hoping that Jean would be there as a companion if Bob's interests lay in some other channel, so to speak. David's fraternity was sponsoring the party and, as one of the older frat boys, he had agreed to be on hand in case anyone got wasted and needed an escort out the door. Donna was totally successful in her conquests, and Jean was left to her own devices. It was too early yet in the evening for David to worry about party idiots who could not control their inner need to consume more alcohol than the next idiot. He was bored and listless, his mind more on a term project than on party animals or women. And then he spied Jean. She seemed to be wandering around in a world that had not yet claimed her. Her beauty set her apart from the other young women of the party. She had an innocence that seemed out of place, an air of expectancy that did not know exactly what to expect. Her blond hair was totally natural and her slim figure needed no foundations or enhancements to make her a perfect ten! David was no angel and he certainly had not been a college student for five years without his flings and escapades. He was amazed that the hopeful studs that flocked to these free beer fests were not swarming this beautiful innocent. He prepared himself for the probability that she would turn out to be some kind of a prudish kid whose father had strapped her pussy with a moral chastity belt and a set of antennas that sniffed out any motive for attention that was lower than her earlobes, and proceeded to try to make contact with this beautiful goddess. She would probably stifle any attempt of this upper classman to gain her favor, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. He made his first comment a statement rather than a question. It was a casual remark, almost generic. Twenty years after the fact, he could not even remember what he had said or if he had been coherent in his speech. He had found himself almost tongue-tied, as if he were a calf looking at a new gate, a teenager seeing his first woman in the nude, or a first-year speech major addressing a crowd of professors. He had wondered many times just what it was that made her respond to such a lame attempt to gain her favor. He certainly had not been at his best and even at his best he did not consider himself much of a 'lady's man'. But, somehow, this contact had seemed important. No, essential. And as he drove to the office this morning, twenty years of bliss later, he was more assured than ever that it was Jean who had made that night possible. It was Jean who had made him want to succeed. It was his lovely wife who had urged him to attempt things he never had dreamed or considered. It was to Jean that he owed so much. How he wished he could come up with some way to show her how much he appreciated her, loved her, needed her, depended on her, valued her... If only there was some way! It was later in the day as he was working on the most important contract of his career that it came to him. He had paused for a cup of coffee and to rest his eyes from the glare of the computer screen. And as he stared off into nameless space, his mind seemed to float back to the kiss his wife had planted so provocatively on his lips that morning. His loins stirred as he recalled her warm breath in his face, her hot tongue in his throat, her firm orbs on his chest, and her grinding pussy against his knee. He could only take so much...and he had reached his limit! Picking up his desk phone. David called his secretary and told her to hold all calls and to make sure he was not disturbed. Sally, his forty-something secretary, smiled to herself as she assured David that his wish was her command. She wasn't an eavesdropper but she knew her boss, and she knew that when he made that edict, his phone line would light up and the conversation between David and his wife Jean would certainly make good reading, but not for the Wall Street Journal. More than once Sally had overheard David murmur into Jean's ear how hot she had been the previous night in bed. And Sally knew that with the request that he not be disturbed, David was about to call his wife on the phone for some erotic phone conversation. And she was so right. David adjusted the phone to "Speaker" and turned down the volume, waiting excitedly for his lovely Lady to answer the phone. On the second ring, his idea had been spawned, by the third it was an embryo, and by the fourth ring, when Jean finally answered, he was so excited by his inspiration that he almost forgot why he had called her. Of course, that condition did not last for long! "Hi, Lover," she breathed into the phone, already having identified him as her caller. "Are you coming home for a quickie?" There was nothing subtle about her suggestion. It dripped wild with her desire and transmitted her sexy appeal with a clarity that must have heated the phone terminals and lit up the fiber optics all the way from their suburban home to his downtown office. David had no difficulty picturing her standing there at the phone...it was as if he were right there beside her. "I want you, Baby," he growled, knowing that the speaker phone would amplify his words and let her know that his hands were free to do whatever he wanted to do. "I want you NOW! You were so naughty the way you kissed me this morning. I had a hard on all the way to the office, and now I can't concentrate on this fuckin' contract. Can you help me here, now?" "Poor Baby," Jean breathed into the handset. "Does David want his Jean to be a naughty little tease? Want his wife to be bad?" "You are so damned good, Darling! And when you are bad, you are even better. I have my calls on hold. The door is locked. My hands are touching my cock, Baby. I want you to suck me. Come here and be my little cocksucker... just like you did last night before we went to sleep." "Aw, David! I thought I was going to get to suck a new one. In fact, I was just getting my bubble bath and getting all decked out and clean so I would be ready for Randy when he comes over. I know he will like my silky smooth skin, fresh out of the bath... my tits all perky and nipples hard. Oh, Baby, please. Let me go get my bubble bath so I am not late for him when he comes over to fuck your hot little wife that you left standing here all alone this morning." David moaned into the stillness of his office as he listened to his wife spin out the rhetoric of their fantasy play. He had no doubt that Jean was lightly letting her hands rove over her beautiful body as she spoke her naughty words to him. He also had no fear that her words were more than a total fabrication of lust and play. It was a word game they often used to arouse their wild passions. "What are you going to wear for him, Baby? Are you going to let Randy see your hot pussy, like you let me? Are you going to make him eat out your cunt, wet with your juices that I made flow out of you?" David's breathing became shallow as he uttered the shameless words into the office atmosphere. His mind had transported him back to their bedroom and he could see his wife, slowly removing her clothing. He wanted to fuck her so badly! "Randy can fuck me any way he wants to, Baby. Your wife needs her pussy licked so that I come with rockets and bells, whistles and fireworks. My body is his to fuck any way he wants to use me... he likes my tits so much... Ohhhh, his fingers are so gentle and so rough! He pinches them so hard, David. He is not gentle and wimpy like you are. He is a MAN... and he knows how to take care of me. He fucks my cunt and my ass. He makes me sooooo fuckin hot when he makes me get down on my knees and suck his cock. I am spreading my legs open for him right now, David. Watch me while I let him eat my pussy ..." Jean's sultry voice wafted into the plush office as the speaker phone conveyed her sensuous teasing and dripped with her voluptuous sexuality. David groaned into himself as he heard his lovely wife, so totally a Lady, utter the gutter language of their mutual lust. Even with the volume of the speaker turned to its lowest decibel level, her sensuous voice seemed to crowd out of his office the atmosphere of professionalism and replace it with the bawdy hue of a devil's den of iniquity. He marveled, momentarily, at the way Jean could be so pristine in public and so wildly creative in their loving. His moment of reflection was short lived as he succumbed to the passion of the moment. Jean's voice swayed into the affluent office with the sultry overtones of a professional call girl. "Unzip your pants, you horny devil," she cooed. "I want you to tell me what you are doing." David, although he had already unzipped his slacks, stood beside his desk so that the phone microphone would pick up the sound of his belt buckle. He made sure that his lovely wife could hear the rustle of the fabric and then, again, sat down. "Oh, Baby!" he moaned. "My cock is so hard. I can feel your hands stroking me, just like you always do when we are making love. Touch your nipples, Honey. Those are my fingers pinching you. Oooooooh! Easy, Baby! I don't want to come just yet. Let me suck on those beautiful tits!" Jean's moans were now very audible in the plush office. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Darling. Bite them. Make them hurt so good. Make your naughty little wife into a wild woman... a bitch in heat. Suck me, Baby! Make my nipples hard. Ohhhh! You do me sooo good. I've changed my mind, David! I don't want anyone to fuck me but you! May I touch my wet pussy, David? Will you let me show you how I want your fingers to fuck my wet, hot pussy? Oh, Darling! I need your lips on my clit. Please, Honey. Go down on my hot pussy. Use you tongue in me. Fuck my cunt with your hot stabbing tongue. Do me, David. I need it NOW!" The wanton dialogue of his sensuous wife made David suck in his breath in short little shudders. His body tingled with the memories of so many climaxes he had enjoyed in the arms of his wife. He had no difficulty seeing her lying on their bed. He knew without asking what her position was as she breathed her lust and need into the phone mouthpiece. The words that echoed in his private office were not new to him. He had heard variations of this theme over and over. Though the words themselves had been voiced many times, each experience, each occasion of their lovemaking, was as new as the dawn of day. His hand teased and manipulated his thick hardness as he listened and visualized his wife on their bed, twenty miles away. He knew her so well. She would be lying there wearing nothing but her smile and her lust. The phone would be nestled on the pillow against her ear. Her legs would be spread open, her knees bent so that her heels were almost caressing her cute little bum. Her left hand would be pulling upward on her vagina, making her vulva spread open and her clitoris to be stretched taunt. Her right hand, he knew, would be lightly touching... her nipples, cupping her breasts, gliding over her tummy, caressing her clit, sliding inside, moving to her lips, tasting, returning to that beautifully aroused pleasure opening, and then fucking deeply into it as her hips bucked off the bed to meet her thrusting fingers. He listened for her moans as he continued to stroke, determined to prolong his own arousal until she had caught up with him. She did not make him wait for long. "Oh, Darling! Fuck your hot little woman! Make me come! Make me feel your cock deep in my pussy! Do me, Baby! I am so close! Fuck me hard. DAMN IT! FUCK me!" Her voice carried the urgency of her need. The speakerphone amplified her passion and David hoped the contractor who had installed the soundproofing for his office had not skimped on his materials budget! Even with the volume control reduced to a low decibel setting, her cries of passion filled the office and David felt his scrotum tighten as his testicles contracted to expel his semen on cue. He hoped Jean was nearly there. His desire had been held in check since her farewell kiss that morning and he had been on the verge of erection all day. His self-control was nearly exhausted and he needed release. Jean was ready and her cries of passion continued. "Fuck me, you horny bastard. Damn you! Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Oh, oh, oh! Yes, Baby. Pound this cunt! Make your wild woman go over the top! Do me, David! YES, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, David, David, DAVID! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" David could hold out no longer! "Augh. Yesssssssssssssssssssss...Uh! UH! AUGH!!" His hips reared up off the plush seat and his cock spurted his milky offering into the tissue he had prepared for the moment. His belly contracted and jerked. His breathing was shallow and came like little gasps as his whole body convulsed with the ferocity of his orgasm. For several moments there was total silence in the two rooms... the bedroom in their suburban home where Jean lay shivering in the after shocks of her sexual orgasm, and in the plush office where David felt so weak he was not sure he could even stand to make himself presentable again. In those moments of silence, the couple fell in love again, even though they had never fallen OUT of love. No words were spoken. There was no need. The little sounds of pleasure, contentment, and fulfillment seemed to be transmitted without utterance. And David had been more determined than ever to make a special day for his lovely wife. And today, as he quietly performed his hygienic rituals, he knew it would be a perfect day for his Jean! Jean's Special Day Ch. 02 David quickly dressed in the guest bedroom in the outfit he had planned especially for this morning's activity. He had shopped carefully and the tailor had taken great pains to make sure that the fit was exact. As he shrugged into the expensive tuxedo, he watched his reflection in the mirror on the bureau. He was a little concerned about the extra thickness in his belly and vowed to hit the training schedule a little harder. Jean was as beautiful today as the day he had first met her. He wanted her to always be proud to be walking at his side. He quickly finished his dressing and surveyed the results. Anyone who did not know that he was dressing in his own home and for just this morning's activity, would think that he was a waiter in a very posh establishment and was decking out for his responsibility to be waiting hand and foot on famous celebrities who were accustomed to having their service personnel dressed to the nines. David hoped that Jean would feel extra special because of the pains he had taken to attire himself in this get-up. It was not the most comfortable suit of clothing, but it did look first class and he was willing to suffer any number of discomforts for his lovely wife. He rushed into the bathroom to make sure things there were ready for Jean to enjoy her morning bath. The bath water was steamy hot and the bubbles of the bath oil floated in their open invitation to be enjoyed as he turned off the water tap and then started the whirlpool motor. Lighting the strategically placed candles (there were ten of them), he surveyed the affect. A large bouquet of red rose buds, laced with baby's breath and fern fronds adorned the bathroom marble. A poem, of his own creation, was rolled and tied ... seemingly nestled in the bosom of the small bottles of fragrance that were available for his wife to use if she so chose. Soft music played, piped in through the speakers in the ceiling. (Jean had always said she loved hearing the music while enjoying her bath; she just never remembered to turn it on before she climbed into the tub and by then it wasn't worth the bother. But today, the music was playing and the CD player was loaded with her favorite selections). Satisfied that things were as he had planned, he slipped quietly into their bedroom and paused for a few minutes to enjoy the contentment he always felt when seeing his wife in her slumber. She slept on her left side, usually. Her hair, even after eight hours of sleep, seemed to be barely out of order. A few strands strayed around her temples and spilled onto her cheek, accentuating the fine features of her face. It was a face full of character. Even in sleep there was a purposeful demeanor about her features. Her eyes, closed now in repose, still seemed to laugh. He could hardly remember the few times he had not seen laughter in her eyes. Even when times were tough or she was angry, the laughter only retreated a little. It never left entirely. Her mouth twitched a little smile over some aspect of a dream no one would ever know. He remembered so many times when they had been first married when he had laid beside her while she slept soundly on his shoulder. Little smiles had played on her lips then, too, and he had tried to find out, when she awakened, what dreams had painted those cute little smile-twitches on her pretty mouth. Jean had always acted embarrassed that she had been so closely examined while she was sleeping. She loudly denied having any dreams, but he knew what he had seen and took every opportunity to see it again and again. And this morning was no exception. Her mouth and its smiles announced that she was in a world of her own. And the smiles that played on her subconscious lips were the only indication to her husband that this world, the one place he was never permitted to share, was a very happy place. Kneeling bedside their king-sized bed, David lightly stroked the back of his hand on her face. She barely stirred at his touch but her smile-twitches became more pronounced and her body seemed to instinctively move toward the familiar caress. Gently, he moved his left hand under her neck, cradling her upper body close into his bosom. His right hand slid into the warmth of the quilt that covered her sleeping form and he enjoyed the softness of her body beneath his touch. His hand cupped the fullness of her left breast and Jean breathed a sultry moan, more a subconscious reaction than a sensuous utterance. He felt his cock swelling within the confines of his tuxedo and knew he had to stop his play or they would never get to the activities he had planned for his wife's special day. He moved his hand, flat on her tummy, slowly downward. His fingers needed no light to find their way. It did not matter that the quilt covered her body and shrouded it from his eyes. With deft assurance, his hand traced her delightful form. With no wavering or detour, he placed his palm over her pubic mound. The thin panty material was not designed to afford modesty or warmth and as he laid his hand over her vagina, she arched her body to meet his touch. There was no doubt that she was still asleep. There was also no doubt that even in her sleeping, she was a very erotic and sensuous Lady. David steeled himself against the desires that were surging up within him. His body yearned to rip off his expensive attire and climb into the bed to ravage his darling wife with his lust and his love. He reminded himself of his agenda for the day and resisted the temptation. Instead, he slipped his right arm under her legs, pulled her into his embrace ... and then cradled her into his arms. He picked her up, holding her closely to his body, and as he kissed her sleepy little smiling mouth, he carefully moved to the waiting whirlpool bath. Jean's arms clasped securely around his neck as the loving couple moved to the master bath. It had been years since David had done anything like this, but Jean was still too much asleep to fully realize what was happening. As they stepped into the soft, warm glow of the flickering candlelight, she stirred in her husband's arms and yawned. David hugged her close and kissed her forehead before placing her bum on the vanity counter. Her nightie rode up her lovely thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him closer. "Good morning, Honey," she murmured through a second yawn. "Are you getting hungry? Is that why I get carried to the bathroom at this ungodly hour? What time is it, anyway?" David kissed Jean with the tenderness that spilled out of the overflow of his heart. "It's 7:30, Honey, and today is your day." Jean suddenly became aware of her husband's attire and the atmosphere of their surroundings. "What the ..." she exclaimed, leaving her sentence suspended, hanging incomplete in the steamy fragrance of bath oils as David again kissed her lips. David held her to him as he began to slowly massage her lower back. "Darling, today is your day. I am at your beck and call. Part of the day has been planned for your pleasure and comfort. There is plenty of time and opportunity for you to design your own activity. There is only one requirement: You must enjoy yourself and the day must be totally for you." Jean put her arms around David's neck and pulled him tight into her embrace. "Did you say 'anything', you wonderful man? 'Anything'?" She kissed his open mouth with the sensuous intensity that had started his plan for this special day in the first place. Her tongue snaked into his mouth with wild furor. Her hands held his face and her legs wrapped around his hips in a wrestler's leg lock. She momentarily lifted her lips from his and growled her passion into his hearing. "Anything, my horny husband? Then how about fucking your hot little wife right here and now? Pure fucking! Raw sex! All cock and cunt ... no foreplay! Here in the bathroom before my bath! Fuck me, Honey! Now!" David's resolve to maintain complete control of his personal needs and wants suddenly disappeared. It was as if someone had discarded his determination into the open maw of the toilet commode and then quickly pressed the flush lever. He could not resist his wife's sultry demand and in seconds his cumber bun was flying onto the clothes hamper, his jacket was lying like a limp rag doll across the toilet tank, and his shirt, pulled from his trouser waistband and then, still buttoned, stripped over his head in his haste to be naked beside her, was flung unceremoniously across the room. In less than a third of the time it took him to don the expensive apparel, he had stripped it from his lust-crazed body. And then, surprising Jean and even himself, he ripped the material of her negligee and flung it into the corner of the bathroom floor. His love and lust had been building in his loins from the moment he had awakened and now, like a volcanic eruption, it spewed out of his inner sanctum with the furor of an avalanche. Pushing Jean back onto the smooth tile of the expensive vanity, he pulled her legs to drape over his shoulders. His strong arms pulled her butt to the edge of the counter top and his erect cock needed no guidance as he aligned himself with her wet and inviting pussy. With a powerful thrust he buried himself fully into her vagina. His arms clasped around her thighs, holding her hard against the power of his onslaught. Jean's eyes glazed and rolled in their sockets as she whined her lust and pulled into her husband with her heels kicking into his straining back. With no pause at all, he pulled back as she protested his withdrawal. The purple swelling of his engorged penis nearly escaped the clinging caress of her vaginal lips, but years of practice had honed his expertise and as he reached the zenith of his stroke, he immediately powered his way, again, deep within her. Jean, at first, propped herself on her elbows, so that she could see her husband's face as he joined himself to her and in her. She loved the look of lust and need that made his features change from the loving husband she adored into the craving animal that responded to his primal instincts and drove his cock powerfully to the entrance of her womb. With his second plunge she allowed herself to submerge completely in the feeling of being taken. By his fourth piston-like stroke, she lost all sense of time and space. And with each succeeding plunge against the mouth of her cervix, she lost more of her awareness of anything but the mutual pleasure they shared, as their loving became lust and their intercourse turned to wild fucking. Jean had gotten her wish; David was fucking her, "cock to cunt" as she had put it. And she loved it! At first, as their bodies merged into the realms of mutual need, she allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure of being wanted and taken. But, sexual intercourse is a participative engagement. The body was created to respond, either with intense revulsion at being violated (and there was no violation between these two lovers!) or with intense pleasure as two people express their needs and desires. As David increased the intensity of his thrusting into the depths of her pussy, Jean's desire and need matched, and then surpassed the escalation of his fucking. Her breathing became shallow and ragged. Moans of desire rattled in her throat. Her hips could not keep from responding and with each downward slam of her husband's cock into her she reciprocated by an equally powerful lunge upward. Her inner muscles milked him while her legs urged him to fuck deeper, harder, and faster. As their bodies increased the exertion of their energy, their emotions soared, then coasted, and soared again. The mental rush that they had so often enjoyed during the course of their twenty years of married love now seemed to have tapped a new vein of expression. Lying on the vanity and looking up into the smoldering and crazed visage of her husband, Jean succumbed to total abandon of everything that society would consider acceptable behavior. "Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch," she growled through clenched teeth. "Damn you, you started this fire burning, and by god you had better put this fucking fire out. Fuck this cunt, you bastard! Fuck this cunt harder, faster!" Her obscenities seemed to roll off her lips with the familiarity of someone who spoke in this manner on a daily basis. Had a total stranger witnessed her utterance, he would have concluded her to be a vulgar and profane slut as the gutter language spewed from her tongue. Conversely, anyone who knew this lady well would have been totally shocked at her choice of words, for she was always the perfect Lady in every way. David felt neither dismay nor surprise as he heard the demands of his wife. The special language of love between them only heightened his own excitement and urged him to intensify his bodily expression of his mental and emotional excitement. "Take it, my hot little wife. Milk my cock with you hot fucking cunt! I wasn't going to fuck you until this afternoon, but, by damn, if you want raw fucking, you're going to get FUCKED!! Open your cunt, Baby! Swallow this cock deep, 'cause you are going to get my load right where you want it ... DEEP!" Time stood still. The peak of their mutual desire seemed to dance elusively just beyond their reach. Just as he felt he would explode with the inner percussion of muscular contraction, his body seemed to shy away from the precipice and his orgasm retreated momentarily. Jean's climb up the mountain of fulfillment, perhaps because there had been no foreplay or perhaps because she willed it to be held at bay, seemed to be taking a circuitous route. Neither seemed willing to be the first to break through the barrier of their fulfillment. For moments, (although it seemed like hours) their orgasms played this game of elusion and then simultaneously they crested the precipice and launched into the throes of their emotional pyromania. The sparks that had been lying almost dormant had been fanned into a roaring blaze of heat and passion and now exploded from their innermost being. Their muscles cramped with pleasurable pain. Their breathing hung suspended and the beat of their hearts seemed to terminate and then fibrillate as their simultaneous orgasms burst the barrier that had held them at bay. Wave after wave crested and spilled over. For several minutes it seemed that there would be no end to the tide of emotion that racked their bodies. Aftershocks succeeded the initial explosion of their fulfillment and then David collapsed onto the shuddering form of his lovely Jean. The murmur of her contentment had replaced the furor of her lust. For a few moments the hardness of the vanity and the cramped position of their bodies upon it was totally obscured by the feathered down of their satisfaction and peaceful euphoria. Jean's special day had gotten off to a wonderful start!