What Wendy Wants (6 page)

Frank is going to spank me! Frank is
going to spank me!
The
thought echoed in Wendy's head as he stroked and massaged her.

She was draped over her husband's lap, hugging his legs. Wendy
wasn't small, but her husband was such a big guy, he easily dwarfed her. Even
after that fantastic climax she was still super horny. What a start to her
evening, first a romantic dinner and dancing. Then an amazing orgasm while pressed
naked against a wall. Frank was still fully dressed. She felt her face heat
when she recalled how shamelessly she had humped his hand.

Wendy couldn’t recall the last time she felt this turned
on.

Frank smelled so good and the rough texture of his tux
against her bare skin created an erotic tactile craving of its own. Anticipation
had her insides churning with a combination of nerves, anxious panic, and
excitement. She tried to control her short rapid breaths, but in this bent over
position the blood had rushed to her head. Her heart was hammering in her
throat.

It was like going on a rollercoaster for the first time,
or being brave enough to climb the ladder to the high-dive. Right now she felt
like she was on the high-dive landing, ready to throw herself off. Talk about
diving into the deep end!

"You had better count," Frank
said. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Slap!"

Holy shit!
"Owww!" Wendy cried out, expelling a sharp
breath. Reading about a spanking sounded hot, but now that it came down to it,
she wasn't so sure. "That really hurt!"

"It was supposed to. Are you going
to count?" he said.

Drawing deep breaths through an open
mouth, Wendy licked her lips. "Um, yes, that was one."

"Slap!"

"Two!"

"Slap!"

"Three!"

"Slap!"

"Four! Red, red, red!" she
shouted.

Frank stopped instantly. His hand gently
stroked her abused buttocks with a soothing caress. He also began blowing on
her burning hot ass. Wendy was panting and the back of her eyes stung with
tears. Emotionally she felt exposed and raw. Physically she was burning hot and
tingling all over. Frank kept one strong hand on her back, making her keep
still. That firm hand was comforting somehow. And super sexy.

In a hitching voice, Wendy said. "I
just needed to catch my breath."

"Tell me how you feel," Frank
said.

Wendy bit a lip and thought about it.
"Everything below my waist is throbbing. It's strange, but do you know, I
actually feel better? I don't know why. I guess maybe in my heart of hearts I
know I've let you down by having sex without you. I've let us both down. This
is kind of making it right. Does that make sense?"

"Totally. Ready for the last
painful one?"

"Go ahead."

"Slap!"

"Owww!" Wendy cried out. Frank
had really let her have it with that final strike, and honestly, although it stung
like crazy, it still felt good. Maybe because it was the last one? Wendy didn’t
understand. Her pussy was
aching. There was just
something erotic about being spanked. With each slap, despite the pain, her
womb convulsed with forbidden pleasure.

"You did just great, honey," Frank praised, his
voice husky with desire.

Tears stung her eyes for another reason now, but damned
if she had any idea why. She had gotten a spanking and it felt amazing. He was
turned on, too, and there was something in his voice. Pride? Happiness? Love? Frank's
hands were on her again, soothing her, stroking her buttocks and between her
legs. Fuck, it felt good. Her clit was so sensitive!

"Damn, woman, you are flooding down here. My
trousers are soaked. I think you liked that."

Wendy exhaled with a shrug. "I'm still trying to
figure it out but I think I did, too. There is just something wicked and sexy
about it. I'm hot all over." Still lying across his lap, she grinned up at
him and added, "I also really want you to fuck me."

Frank gave her a dark chuckle. "That's good,"
he said, "but not yet." He reached down for something. Wendy felt him
slide a soft object into her drenched pussy. It was horseshoe shaped, and one
part of it rested upon her clit.

"This is a We-Vibe 3 vibrator," Frank said. Wendy
figured that he must have had a remote for it because it suddenly turned on in
a low, pleasurable pulsation. "Do you like it?"

Wendy snickered. "You brought me a vibrator?"
she asked. "What a thoughtful gift. I love it. God, honey, I'm so close to
climax again already."

"That's great. I told you I planned to make you
scream didn’t I? The We-Vibe is supposed to hit the woman's G spot and their
clit at the same time." Frank's head was between her legs, where he seemed
to be checking the position. Apparently satisfied, he straightened. "You
don’t have to count now, this spanking is for pleasure. I want to see if I can
make you climax with a spanking while using this vibrator."

Wendy giggled. "My ass is already throbbing and
stinging but I'm game."

Frank ran his fingers beneath her hair, caressing her
nape. "I'm having fun, sweetheart. Making you come is the hottest thing in
the world for me. And this is just the start of our adventures."

"Oh, Frank, I'm so glad."

Rhythmically Frank's hand softly struck her, sending shockwaves
through her body. E
ach slap of his hand made
her pussy clench in a pulsing wave of desire.
This
spanking was sensual and erotic. But that could be because of the sexy
vibrating pressure in her pussy and on her clit.

He stopped for a bit, stroking. "Look at me,
Wendy," he said and she turned her head, craning to see him. "Do you
like it?" he asked, his shrewd knowing eyes were filled with lust.

"It feels incredible," Wendy said.

Frank upped the vibrator, and Wendy gasped.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Oh, God, Frank!" she said breathlessly.

"Good," Frank said. "I'm going to keep
spanking and changing the vibrator setting around. Tell me what you like, but you
don't get to come until I say." His voice lowered. "I want to hear you
beg for it, just like in all those damn books of yours."

"Shall I start begging now?" she asked.

He laughed. "No. Wait until you're desperate."

He kept up a steady, predictable rhythm, slow at first,
and then faster, alternating cheeks. Like the strokes one might receive from a
man during intercourse, slap, slap, slap, slap.

Wendy began to pant. Skin against skin, every strike felt
good in a wanton, yet vulnerable way. She was writhing with pleasure, writhing
with pain. The burn and heat of it was building into something amazing. That
vibrator kept her on the cusp of release, she was so close! Wendy cried out
after one sharp slap.

Frank stopped. "Okay?" he asked.

"God, yes!"

He chuckled. "Good. Hold still. I'm not done
yet."

Slap, slap. The sting and burn went straight to her
pussy. Wendy found that she wanted more. Her husband was big and strong and he
was holding her down…making her submit to him.

It felt
so fucking hot
. Wendy was breathless. She squirmed
and whimpered and moaned.

The vibrator felt fantastic. The scent of her own arousal
filled the air, that and the masculine smell of Frank and his sandalwood
cologne. Her body quivered, her belly clenched and her womb wept while Frank
delivered slaps to her ass, one cheek, then the other. The low level sting was
both exquisite and excruciating. It made everything from her waist down throb
with heat and ache for release.

Sharp waves of intense pleasure made her shudder.
"Frank, please I need to come," she gasped.

"Soon," he said.

Wendy felt his hard hand, and the press of his hard dick,
and she knew Frank was enjoying spanking her. She imagined herself as Frank
would see her, her white ass red with multiple handprints, trembling and
shaking, while she fidgeted and wriggled against his strong thighs and cock,
enduring his blows. Accepting everything.

Submitting completely. For him.

"Frank!" she cried out frantically, surprised
that she had been capable of even saying his name.

"Come for me, Wendy," he said.

Everything tightened.
Oh, God!
Her whole body
began to shudder. At that exact moment Frank turned the vibrator that was
stimulating her G spot and clit to high pulse. Then he gave her two more hard
strikes, slap, slap. Her pussy was molten. Her ass was on fire.

White hot heat rolled through her and for
an instant her mind went blank. She let go as pleasure and pain combined into
something indescribable.

Wendy screamed and her whole body
stiffened as she was engulfed by a blast of sensual bliss. Her pussy spasmed, pulsing
with pure pleasure. Her scream turned into a wail as she came apart. When that
peak ended, before she was able to catch her breath, she seemed to start on
another. Each convulsion was a tiny seizure of its own: contraction,
contraction, contraction – they went on and on.

Was this her first multiple orgasm?

Wendy climaxed so hard and for so long that
her vision darkened. For a moment she feared she may lose consciousness. Never
had she experienced such rapture.

It was ecstasy.

Ecstasy!

Wendy was barely aware when Frank stopped spanking her,
and turned the vibrator off. He held her down while she bucked and writhed,
preventing her from falling to the floor. She lost a bit of time there somehow,
because suddenly she seemed to be sitting on his lap, cradled protectively
within Frank's arms. He gently tended her, stroking, kissing and petting while
she came back to herself.

Wendy felt disembodied, it was as if she was floating.

She had heard stories that women experienced the greatest
sexual pleasure when they hit forty. She was two years off that, but right now
she could believe it.

Holy shit. I just had the most intense orgasm of my whole
life.

Frank's heart kicked as he pulled his
wife back up to return to sitting on his lap. He had been concerned that he had
really hurt her. That scream of Wendy's had been so loud and anguished that for
a second there he wouldn’t have been surprised to find that he had accidentally
given her a heart attack or stroke.

"Are you okay?" he asked when
she had recovered somewhat. It was difficult to hide the anxiety in his voice.

Wendy just gazed at him with dilated
pupils. Her eyes were glazed and heavy-lidded. She looked languid and dreamy, like
she was tripped out from drugs.

"Sweetheart," she murmured.
"That was the best climax I have ever had, I swear."

Frank smiled so hard that he felt the
strain of it on his face. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah," she said in a tone
of awe. "I think I had multiple orgasms, something I’ve read about but
never experienced."

"How many?" he asked
curiously.

She grinned. "Three, maybe. I don’t
know. I thought I was going to pass out there for a minute because I couldn’t
catch my breath between them."

Wendy began to detail how overwhelming
it had been, and how he had done the whole thing perfectly, not too hard, not
too soft. Frank found it really satisfying. Later he would tell his new friends
on FetLife exactly how it went, and thank them for being so helpful.

They chatted for a bit, with Frank
plying her with questions about what turned her on and what didn't. The
spanking had absolutely made her hot. Surprisingly, it made him horny too. What
was that about? Seeing her writhe as she accepted his punishment? Making her
buttocks red? The fact that she was completely in his power? Who knew?

The We-Vibe was a real hit. Frank
intended to make Wendy climax some more, but just now he needed relief himself.
How would a Dom in one of those books react?

Suddenly he knew.

"I want you to kneel for me now,"
he growled with intentionally bold confidence.

Wendy reacted with a grin, instantly dropping
to her knees between his legs. Frank slid to the edge of the chair and took off
his tux jacket, rolling up his shirt sleeves. He didn’t plan on getting naked
just yet, but he was too warm. He rolled up his sleeves to cool himself off and
to let her know that he still meant business. It was a subtle message. He was
still in control, and he planned to get to work again soon. On her.

She looked at him intently while licking
her lips.

The thought of those soft lips of hers made
more blood shoot into his already painfully hard dick. The knowledge that he
was possibly going to ejaculate in her mouth for the first time made everything
down low, from his gut and below, tighten.

"Take my cock out," he
instructed, still seated on the chair.

"Oh, Frank, you commanding tough
guy, you," Wendy cooed when she reached for his zip, and freed his aching
erection. "God almighty, honey, you have no idea what words like that do
for me. You make me so freaking horny." Wendy held his cock, reverently
stroking it.

Frank pushed his pants down a little
lower while watching her. Wendy's eyes never left him. It gave him a huge
thrill, because she was waiting for instructions. She was looking at him,
wanting to be directed on exactly how to best please him.

 "Lick it and suck it," he
said and she nodded her agreement. Frank gripped her nape and pulled her to his
cock. Wendy took him inside her, and he shut his eyes, simply enjoying the
sensation of her working him with her wet, hot mouth.

"Yes, that’s perfect," he said
in a deep whisper. "It's so good, baby."

Wendy's breath was warm upon his balls
as she sucked and released, sucked and released, her tongue running around his
ridges. Frank figured that he could take this all night.

Wendy looked happy, too. She began to
hum with pleasure, using her hand, her lips, and her tongue. That humming of
hers added sensual vibration to his blow job. His entire shaft was pulsing as
she bobbed her head up and down on him.

Damn, it felt good
. Frank withstood her attentions as long as he could, but
he was too close to release.

Heart pounding, breath ragged, Frank
stood up, needing more control. With both hands he grabbed her hair, twisting
it into a firm grip.

Hair pulling 57%
he thought absently. Most of his attention was on her
mouth and his throbbing cock.
Can Wendy climax while sucking me off? Because
she sure looks to be on the edge again already.

Wendy moaned and began vacuuming him in,
working him harder and deeper.

Using her hair as leverage, Frank held
her head still and began fucking her mouth. Sliding between her full red lips,
in and out, in and out, he went as deep as she seemed capable of taking him.

It felt divine.

Seeing her on his knees before him, the
sight of her naked except for those stockings, garter and red heels, the euphoric
look on her face as she gladly accepted his cock, the smell and feel of her…it
was all too much.

"I want you to take my cum," he rasped as he
felt his building climax reach its peak. "Take it all."

With her lips around his dick, Wendy couldn’t speak. She gazed
up at him and her eyes flared with desire. Frank's deep inhalation of pleasure
and surprise sounded loud in the small room.

He easily read her body language. Wendy wanted it. She
wanted to take his cum and drink him down. That thought broke the last of his
control. Frank felt his muscles bunch and flex, thighs, stomach and ass clenching
as his violent release took him.

Hips jerking ruthlessly, Frank drove hard into Wendy's
wet and willing mouth. "Uh, oh," he grunted in pulse-pounding
pleasure. Wendy moaned as he convulsively shot his load, once, twice, three
times, emptying himself inside her.

It was sensual bliss. It was heaven.

Frank saw her eyes widen with what? Surprise? No. Her
face lit with pleasure. She wanted his cum. She had enjoyed swallowing it,
taking every drop. Something about that one act gave him an extraordinary sense
of joy and fulfillment. Why was that?

Some might imagine that having his wife on her knees
giving him a blow job and swallowing was wrong or dirty or subservient.

It was none of those things.

It was priceless and it was a gift. Frank wondered if
there were enough words in the English language to possibly describe how he was
feeling right now. He had brought Wendy to mind-numbing ecstasy, and she had
done the same for him.

The sense of love and connection he felt toward her was
intense. How could he explain to her how he felt?

Only a catalog of terms
might
come close. Words
such as godlike, masculine, satisfied, virile, invigorated, contented, needed,
valued, primal, primitive and caveman all would be on the list.

Frank fell back down onto the chair, his hand still
possessively gripping his wife's nape and pulling her close, capturing her
between his thighs. So many potent feelings and a million possible ways to
describe them. His chest was tight with wonder and awe. Was it possible to
articulate this swelling sense of euphoria to his wife?

Neither Wendy nor Frank spoke for a minute or two.

The bedroom was still flickering with light, perfumed
with the vanilla scent of candles and the heady musk of sex. The sound of
ragged breathing from both of them was all that could be heard. How could he
explain such powerful feelings?

"Fuck that was incredible," Frank finally said.

Those few words didn't even come close, yet it was all he
could think of to say. It would have to do.