3 comments/ 26764 views/ 0 favorites A Sunday Afternoon By: silverace1 We had been out the night before – Saturday – for dinner and dancing with friends so we had arrived home late. While you checked on the baby, I drove the babysitter home and returned to find you already asleep and snoring lightly. I tiredly dropped my clothes on the floor and crawled in to spoon your warm body from behind and fell immediately asleep. My dreams were, as usual full of our lovemaking and seemed so real. I could almost feel your warm mouth as it drew in my cock until I hardened inside you. Your tongue played along the underside of my shaft as you caressed my hard balls with your soft gentle hands. I felt so good! All I want to do was to fill your warm mouth with my cum and arched my back as I felt the release. I slowly awoke and looked at the pillow next to me to find you gone. Then a warm breath on my shaft shocked me fully awake and I saw your face appear from beneath the sheets. "Good mornin' sleepy head!" you grinned and you ravenously licked your lips. "Thought you would sleep all the way through your wake up call!" I pulled you up and on top of me and drew your face close as I covered your mouth with mine, probing deep to taste myself on your tongue. Our tongues duelled for several minutes until we both came up for air. I rolled you onto your back and threw off the sheets that covered us. As I kissed your nose and then your lips again, I traced my fingers lightly along your jaw line and down the sides of your neck. The touches were so soft you barely could register the pressure but internally, your pulse started to race and your skin flushed with anticipation. I pulled away from the kisses – your moan signalled your disappointment – and propped myself up on my elbow as I gazed the length of your fully exposed beautiful body. What a glorious sight to greet the morning! Every curve and indent and even the place where the bones off your hips protruded slightly were ambrosia for my eyes. I closed my eyes and started to map out every inch of the silken skin from memory. Slowly down your neck to that indent at the base of the front and then between the upright heaving globes of your breasts. I could feel the slight pressure and I passed along your cleavage; your breasts are so nice and firm and stand so proud that there is only a narrow gap between them and I revel in the feel of being kept temporarily prisoner in such a paradise. As if by rote, my fingers work their way slowly, ever so slowly, upward along the curve of one breast as I draw ever decreasing circles towards your nipple. I hear the intake of your breath as I reach the tip and brush my fingers over the hardened point. I feel the dimples along your aureole as I circle the nipple on my way across to the other neglected tit. I take my time teasing that one as I lower my lips blindly searching out the hard nub I just visited. Ah! There it is; and my lips gently suck it in as I circle the second target. Your moans and short breaths are now quite audible and I can feel the heat rising from your warm skin. My fingers leave the second breast while I continue to suckle on the first and I let the digits find their way downwards across the flat plains of your tummy until I am brushing the soft curls of your pussy hair. I can feel the first dewy drops of your arousal already embedded in your fine thatch and I take a couple of drops on my finger tip and bring it to your lips so you can taste the delight I will soon be partaking off. You suck my finger repeatedly deep into your mouth as if it is a small version of my cock and this elicits moans from me as I slide between your legs. You have already spread your self-wide for me and as I lie flat on the bed, I stroke with my fingernails the insides of your thighs very lightly sending shivers upwards to your glistening pussy. I slide upwards close enough to lay my head on your thigh and where I can gaze with unashamed awe at the glory of that rose petal opening that invites me in – actually is pulsating as it begs for my tongue. You shining juices cover the entrance and slide down between your ass cheeks to pool on the bed sheets. Guess we'll have to change the bed again. Good thing we keep a good supply of fine Egyptian cotton sheets sets in our dower chest at the foot of the bed. I part the outer lips of your vagina thus exposing the inner rose red lips and your rapidly appearing clitoris as it emerges from its protective hood. I suck in the outer edges of your pussy and run my lips repeatedly around your welcoming and desperate for attention pussy. You groan in quite desperation as you beg be to take you now. My tongue finds its way deep inside you and I lube my finger in your flowing cum and slide it effortlessly into your bum. This cause you to buck with unbridled passion as your orgasm overcomes you! You fall back on the bed exhausted but eminently satisfied. My cock will wait for later to fill you. The calls from the baby's room bring us to action and we arise to wrap ourselves in our robes and go together into her nursery to take her in our arms and kiss her good morning. It is your turn to change her so I run downstairs to prepare hers and our breakfasts and to set the table. I go out on the front door stoop and pick up the heavy Sunday paper – we will tackle that after we eat and settle baby down again. We eat and clean up the kitchen while babe coos in her highchair. Once all is clean, we take turns showering and change into clean robes – this is to be a purely lazy day as we sit together in the living room to digest the paper and do the Sunday crossword together. It is always the toughest of the week and we really enjoy the challenge. Baby is playing on the floor at our feet with her toys and after a couple of hours – around 11:00 – she puts her head on the floor (with her tiny rump in the air (and snores gently as she falls into a deep sleep. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to her crib and, after a kiss on her rosy cheek, close the door, As usual, the baby monitor is on in our bedroom so we hear any sound. I return to the living room and take you by the hand back to bed. "Remember, we have some unfinished business, my darling" I grin as I slip first your robe, then mine, off to the floor. As always, I am held in thrall at the beauty of your slim beautiful body and this is no exception. I take you into my arms and after kissing you so deeply that my tongue almost buries itself in your throat, I pick you up and carry you to the bed, I turn you onto your hands and knees and you lower your head to the pillow. I place another fluffy pillow under your stomach so as not to strain your back. Bending low, I attack your pussy from the rear, reach areas only this position can allow. After I have you pressing back against my face and your pussy is well lubed, I get up on my knees between your spread legs and grip your hips firmly in my hands. Positioning my cock against your wet pussy, I quickly ram myself all the way inside you until my balls slap against your mons in front. From this angle, my shaft rubs against your excited clitoris with each stroke and by aiming my stroke towards the front wall of your pussy; each deep stroke rubs across your g-spot, driving you crazy with desire. You back arches inward allowing me even greater and deeper access until I reach your cervix and your gush out your cum in repeated orgasm. As you ram back on my cock with each speeding stroke, I feel my balls tightening and my cock growing wider ad seemingly longer inside your velvety warm pussy. You cling tightly to me with your vaginal walls as you milk every last drop from me as I cum with you. Still deeply imbedded in you, we roll to our sides, covered with sheens of perspiration and breathing heavily. I spoon tightly behind you until my cock softens and slips out of you and our combined cum oozes from your sated pussy. You rolled to face me as we engage in an hour or more – time stands still – of kissing, after play and quiet talk until we slip into a peaceful slumber afternoon nap of mutual satisfaction. I love you, my darling wife! A Sunday Afternoon There's something about perfectly sunny Sunday afternoons. They're the best time to be outside enjoying the fine weather, particularly in the fall, when we know it'll end all too soon. September is the best time, really, because there's still a hint of summer's warmth, with a cool breeze bringing with it the kiss of snow, if you know how to smell it. And because it's such a wonderful day to be outside, sometimes there's nothing better than sitting indoors watching whatever idiotic program happens to be on television. At the moment, that show was Reno 911. Another bumbling cop show, more intelligent than most but still just TV. Still, I couldn't help but laugh, settled back on the couch and watching the program. Noises from the other room made me turn the volume up. I took another sip of my drink and thought of all the things I should be doing right then. Not doing them was about the most satisfactory thing I could do. The noises from the other room continued, and I sighed and stretched before standing. It was irritating, but even on a Sunday there were responsibilities that had to be met. I set my glass down—always on a coaster, because she hates it when I put a cold glass on the table—and walked across the hardwood floor to the bedroom. "Do you mind? I'm trying to watch television." The shades were open wide, letting in the afternoon sun and reflecting perfectly off the white walls. It threw the room into the kind of crystalline view you only get in sunlight, where everything looks warm and alive, even the furniture. It threw into stark relief the lithe frame of the darkhaired woman on the bed, the glaring at me impotently even now and trying desperately to make herself heard around the ballgag clamped in her mouth. Her normally alabaster skin was a mottled red from the effort of hold her head up, and even from the doorway I could see the glimmering wetness where she'd drooled from the corners of her mouth. It trailed down her chin to pool in the hollow of her neck. Her body glistened with sweat and well it should; having both arms and both legs raised, clamped to a spreader bar while you lay on your back, is not conducive to relaxation. Leather cuffs wrapped around both ankles and wrists. They were felt lined, of course. I'm not a monster. I did not want her uncomfortable. She continued to mumble through her gag and I sighed again in exasperation. "If you're not going to enunciate I don't know why I should listen," I said reproachfully as I stepped forward. It gave me a better few of the coarse hemp rope wrapped Japanese style around her body. A double-length slid first around her throat and then down around her breasts, where it an even eight times around her body. It compressed her breasts slightly and threw them out into stark relief, darkening the skin and making her nipples painfully erect. The rope then wrapped between the soft flesh and down to her groin. I could see very easily, with her legs so obscenely spread open and raised, the sparkling of the glass phallus lodged deep in her pussy. It looked beautiful in the sun, particularly with her juices coating the hard surface. A softer, more flexible plug fills her ass, black silicone two inches in diameter. Stretching my pet's ass is a slow process, but she's deliciously hot and tight when I slide into it, so it's well worth the effort. The fact that she still whimpers when I do so makes it even better. Her whimpers had masked other noises. Now that I stood next to her I could hear for myself the faint hum of the tiny vibrator the hemp rope held trapped against her clit. It pulsed rhythmically, filling the air with its whisper. I believe it was to this my pet was trying to draw my attention. "You agreed to this when you promised to by my slave, amy. I don't know what it is you want me to do about it now." Again she mumbled and again I sighed. "Fine, hold on." I reached around her head and pulled up, making her grunt as her neck stretched. I unsnapped the gag, ignoring the few strands of hair that got caught and tugged from her head as I did so. She had plenty of beautiful, shoulder length hair, the warm color of chocolate. A few strands wouldn't be missed. She stretched and worked her open mouth when the gag came out; a few more drops of drool fell to the pool in the hollow of her throat. "P-please," was the first word out of her mouth. "The vibe's driving me nuts. Can you take it off?" Her stomach muscles were trembling, as were her thighs, both from the pleasure and the stress of holding her position. "You know the rules. If you change the game, you'll be punished for it later," I warned. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. "I don't care," she whimpered, swallowing heavily. "I can't take it any more." "Suit yourself." I shrugged and walked down the length of the bed. Reaching out I gently parted the rope at her groin and withdrew the small, pink vibrator the tight twine had held so tightly. She sighed in relief and I dipped my head down, inhaling the sweet musk rising from her dripping cunt. She had the freshest smell and taste I've ever experienced from a woman. She tasted like the sunshine. And I slid my tongue out and brushed it lightly against the hard, throbbing clit that had completely exposed itself from her hood. Amy moaned again, louder this time, and I continued my ministration of her sore flesh. I licked and sucked the hard nub, drawing it between my lips and gently playing. Amy's whimpers were constant now, I reached up with one firm hand and covered both her mouth and nose, closing both tightly. She strained against my hand as my tongue continued to thrash against her flesh and soon she was bucking, face even redder than before as she struggled to breathe. First a pink, then a deep, mottled red her skin became, and her beautiful brown eyes bulged. And then she tried to take one breath, then another, little wisps of air making it past my hand but nothing else. Her eyes rolled back and finally she screamed into my hand, breath escaping her body and unreplaced as I suffocated her. Only when her body began to sag did I release her, and great shuddering breaths in came out as more screams as she continued to orgasm, body thrashing again and again. She was spent but I continued to lick her now overly sensitive flesh, dragging my tongue over the swollen clit until the pleasure turned to pain. My tongue must have felt like broken glass on her flesh by her sobs and the sparkling tears that filled her eyes. I always became hard when I tasted my amy. I always had. So now I stood back by her head and stared down at her as I freed my cock from my trousers. It sprang out, fully erect, and I worked my hand back and forth across it as it swelled even further. It felt good but I wanted more. And so I leaned over, propping myself against the wall, and smeared my cock through the pool of saliva on my pet's throat. She tried in vain to reach my flesh, to kiss it and taste it, but I pulled away before she could, my cockhead now glistening wet. I worked my fist along just the head and it took no time at all before I was on the edge. I grabbed the gag from the bedside and stared into my slut's eyes as I came, involuntary grunts escaping my mouth while I jerked off. The thick, heavy cum burst from my cock to cling to the gag's rubber surface, hanging and dripping there like fluid icicles. I shuddered and squeezed the last drop of cum from my cock before using my thumb to smear the semen all along the surface of the gag. I then twisted Amy's nipple and when she gasped in pain I shoved the gag back into her mouth, the side with the heaviest layer of cum inside against her tongue and teeth. I buckled it tightly around her head and smiled, slapping her in the cheeks with my softening shaft before zipping up. Leaning down, I kissed her ever so softly on the forehead, murmuring. "I love you. I love you." Then standing, I gave her a broad smile. "Try to keep it down, would you? I'm trying to watch television." I walked from the bedroom, ignoring her cries, and turned the TV back up before settling in for the afternoon. I love Sundays. A Sunday Afternoon It is a typical Sunday afternoon. A young couple enters the living room together. He is fully dressed. She is completely naked from the waist down, wearing nothing but a casual tight-fitting top. The top makes her very aware of the nakedness of the rest of her body. Her bottom and thighs tingle with anticipation. She is wet between her legs. He leads her by the hand to the sofa. He sits down, and she goes to her knees in front of him. He takes her hands in his own and kisses them. They look into each other's eyes for a few minutes, treasuring this moment of anticipation. Then, without a word, he gently lifts her hands upwards. That is the signal that she must now stand up, and lie across his lap. She lowers herself over his thighs. She nestles in, finding the most comfortable position. She relaxes, relishing the feel of his body under hers. He lays a reassuring hand on her shoulder. With his other hand he gently caresses her upturned bottom. Her weekly spanking is her real life: not her job, nor her family, nor her friends. It is only on Sunday afternoons that she truly comes alive. This where she belongs. She now is where she wants to be, where she needs to be. Over his lap she will receive the thing from life she most craves. She will find her pain, her release, her intense pleasure, and her escape. This is where she will redeem her meaningless existence from the last six days. She spreads her legs slightly, hoping that his hand will find its way to her most secret places. She wants him to feel her wetness, and to rub her...there. She lifts herself up, hoping. His hand caresses her bottom, but his fingertips do not venture between her thighs. It is not the moment for that, and she knows it. It is only afterwards, after her punishment, that his fingers will venture between her legs and give her the relief she so desperately craves. He is irritated with this small rebellion on her part. She does this every week, even though she knows that the pain must come before the pleasure. His hand stops, resting on the middle of her left bottom-cheek. "Are you ready?" She nods. With her signal he raises his hand and delivers a sharp SLAP! to her waiting bottom. He studies the reddish handprint contrasting the tanned skin surrounding it. Soon all of her bottom will be that shade of red, and then will become even redder as the spanking continues. He waits, taking his time to let her feel the full sting of each swat. She groans slightly and closes her eyes. She has waited all week for this moment, and now, at last, the spanking has begun. He delivers another sharp SLAP! to her other bottom cheek, then gently rubs the marked area. She gasps, desperately wanting more slaps, and yet, desperately wanting to stretch the spanking out as long as possible. Another sharp SLAP!, and another faint groan from her. He rubs the marked area, and after a full fifteen-second wait, delivers a fourth SLAP! He spanks her slowly, lovingly. He knows her and knows exactly what she is seeking from him. He is patient and spaces the swats to let her feel each one and appreciate it. The sight of her squirming reddening bottom arouses him, but it is her desires, not his own, that he must fulfill at this moment. SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP! Slowly he guides her to the emotional and physical release she so desperately needs. He keeps his hand on her shoulder to comfort and reassure her, even as he so mercilessly reddens her poor bottom. However, he also is firm with her when he needs to be. She is squirming too much, lifting up and trying to hard to get him to rub her clitoris with his fingers between the swats. It's not the time for that yet; her sexual satisfaction must wait. He presses down on her waist, forcing her back into position. "OK, you know will happen if you try to rush things with me. You'll get the paddle and an hour in the corner. Now...do you want the paddle?" She violently shakes her head and settles back over his lap. She totally hates the paddle and is scared of it. Also, the thought of having to stand in the corner for a full hour with her hands clasped behind her head, no relief at all... Quickly she submits to him and lets him continue. He only had to paddle her once, very early in the relationship. Ever since that one time the mere threat of the paddle makes her behave. For the next half-hour the living-room resounds with loud slaps and her faint high-pitched moaning. Her sexual tension is increasing along with the growing pain in her bottom. Her bottom now is quite red and beginning to swell. Suddenly she bites her lip as tears start rolling down her cheeks. This is the moment of her release. She needs to cry, to get her emotional pain of her life out of her system. As she cries, he finishes up with a series of extra hard slaps. Her body now is shaking with sobs. He stops spanking, and gently rubs his hand over her swollen bottom and her unmarked thighs and lower back. As he rubs her, he keeps his other hand in its comforting position on her shoulder. She lies crying over his lap, with his hand still on her shoulder, comforting and protecting her. She needs to submit, and she needs to feel the intense pain on her bottom. But this also is the moment she is most vulnerable, when she most needs him to guide her and watch over her. He slowly rubs her sore bottom and begins to tease between her thighs. Her arousal returns full-force, and the smell of her excitement fills the room. She lifts up her bottom, spreading herself as much as she can. Gently he starts rubbing the sensitive areas between her swollen bottom-cheeks. She is incredibly wet. She has been fairly patient today, and now he will give her the reward. His fingertips move to her clitoris as he gives her the first orgasm she will enjoy this afternoon. She thrusts her head back and moans as she climaxes, his fingers manipulating her soft flesh through the juices of her arousal. He leans down and kisses her hot bottom, one kiss on each cheek. The feel of the hot swollen flesh of her bottom on his lips drives him wild. He can't wait anymore. He has spent the last hour satisfying her needs, now it's time for him to satisfy his own. He motions her off his lap and stands up. Quickly he pulls off his pants and shirt. He is incredibly hard, his erection finally freed from its cloth restraint. She kneels before him and gently licks the tip of his penis, but only for a moment. She then lies back on the floor as he settles on top of her. He grabs her wrists and pins them to the floor above her head as he enters her. Her feeling of helplessness gives both of them that extra edge. He lets go of her wrists to steady himself better as he moves inside her. She grabs his bottom hard with her fingers, digging her fingernails into his flesh. He starts thrusting harder, his mind filled with the vivid memory of her beautiful bottom as it slowly turned red under his hand, his senses filled with the smell and sounds of her total arousal, the pain of his own bottom as her fingernails bite into him. Sweat pours down their bodies as he continues thrusting. She climaxes and after a few minutes, climaxes yet again. Finally they pull apart, drenched in sweat and completely exhausted. He sits on the floor with his back against the sofa, as she rests in his arms, her head on his shoulder. Slowly the spell lifts, but fortunately the Sunday afternoon is not yet over. There is no need for the couple to get dressed right away, no need to conform to the restrictions of our society for a few more hours. Tomorrow is another day, but at least she is ready to get through the next week. Another week! A whole week before the next Sunday afternoon!