Friday Afternoon (7 page)

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Authors: Sylvia Ryan

She complies and I can’t help but smile. I’m so pleased by her immediate submission to me. I get on my knees behind her and slowly run my hands up her calves. The sight of her black heels hardens my dick even more as I appreciate the legs rising from those fuck-me shoes.

I caress my way underneath her skirt, tracing upward, inching the skirt higher and higher as my hands travel. When it’s bunched around her waist, I hook my fingers around the thong she’s wearing and yank it down hard until it rests on top of those fuck-me shoes. Carefully, I lift each foot and untangle the silky fabric from her stance.

What a beautiful sight I have before me. Her hot ass and utterly hair-free pussy are front and center, there for my pleasure.

I nudge her feet apart and lean in, breathing a hot waft of air on her exposed flesh. A quiet, “Mmm,” escapes from her, as if she’s tasted something delicious. I feel devious because I already know my horny wife isn’t going to be having an orgasm this afternoon. I have other plans. Plans that will help me reach my long-term goal.

Years ago, I stopped trying to talk Mia into anal. But now? There will be no discussion. She wants her sex life back. She wants to feel like I desire her. She’s going to know without a doubt her ass is the next part of her I desire. I’m claiming it as mine, and I won’t be asking first.

I stick an index finger into her cunt and she hums again. I’ve barely touched her and that beautiful snatch is already primed for me. My finger is slippery when I pull it out.

I’m a patient man, and the last thing I want to do is ass fuck her once and have her revolt because I didn’t prepare her properly. So this is going to be a process. One I’ll enjoy immensely.

With a lazy drag of my finger upward, I’m poised to insert it into her ass. I see her muscles tense as the pad massages the little hole that’s closed so tightly I’m not sure I’ll be able to get my cock in there. The challenge is irresistible.

“Relax,” I say as I continue to coax the outside of the opening. After a long minute, the tension in her body begins to ease.

That’s when I slide my finger into her. A hissing intake of breath floats to my ears but it’s the only reaction the invasion elicits.

“Good girl,” I say to her, and follow my words with a playful bite to the flesh of her ass. I work the hole. There’s no way I’m even going to get two fingers in there let alone my cock. She’s tiny and tight. I pull my finger free and move the couple steps needed to grab the bottle of lube I stashed away earlier. I squeeze a dollop into my palm.

Then I wait, enjoying every second. Still kneeling behind her, I have a spectacular view of what’s mine while she squirms in the long, still silence. The anticipation building within her is palpable. Finally, I recoat the index and middle fingers and work the first in again, turning and twisting it around. She’s perfectly still and quiet. Then I add the second finger. Her head falls back as if she’s looking at the ceiling. Slowly, I force my fingers in, probing and stretching as much as her body will allow. Her breathing is ragged now. Short, sharp yelps of protest are intermingled with Mia’s moans. I work her with my fingers until she’s pushing herself back into them, seeking more.

I can’t take any more. My cock is demanding, and I’m inclined to listen. I withdraw my fingers completely and stand, turning her to face me. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are bright. I stand and flatten her against the door with my body. It takes less than a second for my cock to invade her pussy. A benefit of being with the same woman for so long, there’s no fumbling. With repetition, a man gets to know a woman’s body as if she is an extension of himself.

I pound into her, slamming her body over and over again against the door. Her legs are wrapped around me and her ass fits perfectly in my hands. I watch her tits bob with each thrust and I can’t hold on any longer. I fucking bust the nut that’s been growing to epic proportions over the past couple of days. It’s over in minutes.

She looks at me, waiting to see if I’m going to finish her off.

I shake my head and smile at her. “No orgasm for you today, babe.”

A cloud drifts over her face, changing the flush of passion to petulance. “Why not?”

I growl at her in response. She picks her clothes up from the floor, looking so disappointed I’m close to giving her what she wants. But I know I have to stick to my plan.

“Oh, and Mia?”

She turns, looks over her shoulder at me and snaps, “Yes?”

“No masturbating without my permission. Understand?”

Her stare throws daggers as she nods and begins dressing again. “What kind of disturbing plan do you have cooked up in that brain of yours, husband?”

“Soon enough. You’ll know soon enough.”

That night, as Mia’s getting ready for bed, I call her over to me. “Take your panties off.”

She looks at me with wide eyes. “Now?”

“Do it.”

She slides her panties down her legs. I pat my lap. “Come on, belly first.” Mia’s face turns crimson and she hesitates, looking at me like I’m crazy. I lift my eyebrows, silently asking her if hesitating is the best choice. A second later, she’s belly down and ass up on my lap. I lube my fingers like I did earlier in the day, and penetrate and stretch her again.

“I think you just want to look at my ass.”

“It is an exquisite ass.”

“Not too big?”

I chuckle. “Don’t worry, babe. If your ass ever starts making my dick look small, I’ll let you know, okay?”

She snorts as if to say, “Like that’s ever going to happen.”

My cock is hard underneath her as I stare at her bare cunt and untried ass. I can’t help myself, I run my free hand over her pussy lips. So soft. Shit. This week is going to be as hard on me as it’s going to be on her. I groan out loud.

After about five minutes. I withdraw my fingers and pat her cheek. “Okay, up!”

Mia groans. “I’m going to kill you for this.”

On Thursday night, after nearly a week of putting her over my knee and working the tight muscles of her rear, I am near insanity, and I’m sure she is, too.

I smile. Tomorrow is going to be heaven.

Adding an extra stop to the XXX store before I stop for the food, I buy the instrument of Mia’s final demise. The butt plug I choose is the perfect size to finish off her preparation for the real thing.

The same old man rings me out. By now, there’s familiarity between us, and I can only imagine what he must be thinking about this progressively kinkier array of items I buy every week.

I talk with my brother on the way home and make the mistake of mentioning I’m on my way to meet Mia for one of our Friday-afternoon dates.

“You’re still doing that?”

“Yeah and man, you should try it with Gina. Putting in the effort to reconnect has resurrected our marriage. It’s been fucking phenomenal.”

“If you say so, bro.” He’s being sarcastic, mocking me for the effort I’m making to make my marriage better.

“I don’t fucking need your sarcasm,” I bite out. “My wife’s offering anything I want. When’s the last time Gina had your cum in her mouth?” Now it’s my turn to laugh. “That shut your ass up didn’t it?” He doesn’t answer. “Listen, I’m pulling into the driveway now. I got to go.” I disconnect before he says goodbye. I have more important things to focus my attention on than my jealous brother.

Today is the day.

I arrive home first, like always, and spread out the food.

I haven’t been this excited about anything in a long time. I feel like it’s Christmas, and I’m finally getting what I’ve longed for.

When Mia gets home, she radiates emotions on the positive end of the spectrum from anticipation to eagerness. I curl my finger at her, giving her the direction to come. She walks toward me in her usual work attire, skirt, blouse, and now on Fridays, fuck-me shoes.

“Panties off,” I say.

She raises her eyebrows. “No lunch today?”

“Yes, we’ll eat, but first,” I hold up the butt plug in one hand and lube in the other. She takes an unconscious step backward as her eyes focus on the items.

“Come on, babe. We’ll go slow and easy.” I offer my hand and after only a few seconds hesitation, she takes it.

I pull her into me so our bodies brush against each other and place a soft kiss on her lips.

“Panties,” I say again.

Seconds later, she’s kicking them free from her fuck-me shoes.

“Lift your skirt, then bend over the counter.” When Mia assumes the position, with her beautiful little ass peeking out from the drape of the full skirt she’s wearing. I puff up with my own ego. I’m her master. She belongs to me, submits to me. I own her. The thoughts riffling through my head are completely outrageous, Dark Ages shit. Yet it’s what I feel, who I am again after all these years.

I lube her ass and the plug slowly while she stands as directed. To me, the sliding in of the plug seems like a hallowed occasion. Her squirm and moan just adds to the power I feel. My cock is hard, ready, and the control I lock down on myself becomes absolutely mandatory as I’m a second away from pulling the rubber plug out and sliding my cock in.

“Okay,” I say once it’s fully seated inside her. “Now, lunch.”

Mia looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes glitter with angst, her body language screams timid, unsure words at me.

“It’s going to be good, Mia. You trust me don’t you?”

She nods.

I wash my hands and join her at the table. Once I get a glass of wine in her, she’ll settle and we’ll be able to make our usual prefuck connection, joining our minds before we join our bodies.

As we near the end of the meal, she fidgets and looks nervous again.

“Go to the bedroom and get undressed. I’ll be in shortly.” I smile the kindest smile I can muster hoping to ease her anxiety before she leaves the room.

In the solitary moments that follow, I sit in the chair at the head of the table and force myself to settle down. She’ll like this as long as I go slowly. Then I laugh at myself. I’m treating this like it’s a big life event or some shit. Top three events of my life…marriage, kids and ass fucking my wife. I’m like a six-year-old on his way to Disneyland.

I’m a man on a mission when I walk into the bedroom. Mia’s completely naked and lying on her stomach. The base of the plug peeks out between her cheeks and I release a groan at the sight of it.

I pull the Butterfly out of the toy drawer. “Stand up.”

She sees what’s in my hand and smiles. The first one I’ve seen from her since she arrived home. She assumes the position for me to strap on the clit stimulator and, when it’s in place, I turn it on low.

“Go on back to the bed. On your back.”

She complies. I tuck a few pillows under her rear and I position myself between the legs she’s spreading wide for me.

Her gaze appears worried, as she watches me generously apply lube to my hard as a rock dick. I’m compelled to ease the apprehension. I lean over her so our faces are inches apart. “Babe, I would never hurt you.”

“I know.” She smiles and looks up at me with love written all over her face.

I whisper sweet encouragements into her ear as I dislodge the plug from her ass. She releases a soft whimper and then a little longer one when I press the slicked-up head of my cock to the little rosette hole that’s gotten so much of a workout this week. With the slightest in and out motions, I enter slowly, never taking my gaze from her face. The advance and retreat of my cock is so infinitesimal there’s little stress and strain on her.

I, however, am so keyed up I’m about to stroke out. When the head pops in fully, I still and wait for the muscles in her face to slacken, for her lids to lower a bit. They do. As I expected, she’s right there with me, trusting me and giving to me everything I want like she has every single meeting since we started.

It’s the most patient I’ve ever been with a woman. Shit, it may be the most patient I’ve been ever.

The process takes many minutes, but by the time I’m all in, Mia’s moaning. The Butterfly is hitting her just right, and now I can thrust more vigorously. She’s caught up. Her eyes are closed, and she’s lifting her behind to meet my thrusts. My heart clenches at the sight of her. Her arms are still flung over her head, framing the cascade of wavy, dark hair.

The nearer she gets to orgasm the tighter she clamps down on my cock. I’m at the point where she’s got me in a grip so tight, I’m dying from the pleasure. I give in to temptation and pound the last thrusts into her. My cock detonates in her narrow clutch.

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