Authors: Nikki Sex
Frank picked Wendy up off her knees,
drawing her to her feet and kissing her. Wrapping his arms around her, he felt
her whole body melt against him. What words couldn’t express, maybe the
intimacy of a kiss could. Frank wasn't sure how long they embraced, but while
their kiss was passionate, it wasn't sexual.
"I really love you, you know
that?" Frank said when he pulled away from her.
Wendy was crying, emotional girl that
she was. She was also smiling, so that was okay. Frank curled her into him
again, caressing and calming. She wasn't a small woman; it was just that he was
so much bigger.
"I'm so lucky to have you,
honey," he said.
Those tears flowed faster and her weeping
got louder. He tipped her chin up. "Now what is going on? You're happy,
right?"
Wendy's breath hitched and she said,
"I'm really happy."
Frank laughed, swept her up into his
arms and stood up. What man could fully understand a woman? He figured that women
must have some emotional gene that men just didn't have. Frank took her over to
the bed and lay her down gently, handing her a box of tissues. Tracks of tears
ran down her cheeks.
Smiling down at her, he began to
undress, taking everything off and sliding on to the bed with her, pulling her
on top of his chest. He patted and soothed and let her finish crying.
"Better?" He said when she
seemed to have exhausted her astonishing supply of tears.
Wendy nodded.
"Are you able to explain why you're
crying?" he said, his lips curling in a wry smile. Wendy sniffed and blew
her nose. Frank's smile got larger. Damn she was adorable.
"It is just…I just have really
missed this, Frank," she said. "This intimacy. I don't really
understand how it slipped away from us. I couldn’t be happier right now. I feel
so connected."
They had a long discussion then. Frank admitted
how he had gravitated toward internet X rated sites almost daily, and pay channel
porn when he was away on business trips. He also told her about masturbating in
the shower. The long term undisclosed fantasy of being sucked off with her
swallowing came into discussion, and Wendy said that she had enjoyed it.
She loved it because
he
loved it.
He didn’t think he would like spanking
her, but he did because
she
did.
A philosophical discussion ensued about
right and wrong, and good and bad, and things to be ashamed of, and things to
be feel guilty about. Could anything carried out between two consensual adults
be wrong? And why should they be embarrassed by something a loving partner
wanted to try? Right then they made a pact to never lie to each other, and to
live out their sexual fantasies together.
Was it easier to be truthful about such
things to strangers? Frank didn't think so. If two intelligent, loving, and
happily married people couldn't be honest with each other about their most
hidden sexual desires, then who could?
Frank didn’t know if he was technically
a Dom, but he definitely enjoyed dominating her. Wendy didn’t know if she was
genuinely submissive, but she certainly loved submitting to him.
"Arms over your head now, and spread those legs,"
Frank ordered, remembering the exact words from one of those books of hers. He
wanted to go down on her now, and make her climax some more.
Wendy did as she was ordered. Frank kissed and licked his
way down her body. He spread her legs further and gave her clit the first lash
of his tongue.
"Frank!" she cried out, tensing and pulling her
legs together.
"What?"
Wendy didn't answer immediately and Frank said, "No
secrets, baby, what's the matter?"
"Maybe I should have a shower first," she said tentatively.
Frank laughed.
Wasn't that just like a
woman? To worry about something like that? Next she would be telling him to
blow out the candles because she was too fat to be seen naked.
"Honey," he said. "You
had a shower already today. To me, you smell great. You taste great, too."
"Seriously?"
"No joke," he said and he
wasn't lying. To him she was sweet and slick and fantastic. "But there is
one problem. These candles aren't bright enough." Frank got up and turned
on all the lights in the bedroom. "I want to see what I'm doing."
Wendy shrieked her disapproval, objecting
to such close scrutiny. Curious man that he was, Frank wanted to see her most feminine
parts in order to get them straight in his mind. He also wanted to watch what
happened during arousal and orgasm. Wendy protested fiercely, struggling as he
spread her thighs.
Frank ignored her. With his strength he
easily subdued her, pressing her against the bed. Taking her clit between his
teeth, he gently bit down. Wendy stilled the moment his mouth was upon her. Frank
smiled. He would hold still too, if their positions were reversed, and she had
his cock between her teeth. He began to flick her captured clit with his
tongue.
"Oh," she gasped. Her tense
body relaxed as all fight went out of her.
Frank smiled. Who could resist such
pleasure?
He took his time, parting her with his fingers, enjoying
the lush swell of her pussy while running his tongue along her cleft. To his
delight she squirmed and panted and moaned. When he slid a finger into her
while sucking her clit, she became louder. He kept this torment up until she
was fisting the sheets, and begging him to fuck her. Every time he saw and felt
her close to the edge he held back, stopping her from going over.
Wendy arched, attempting to push toward him, but his
strong firm hands held her exactly where he wanted.
Frank finally
made her climax once more, this time with his tongue. He gave her only a short
break before he climbed on top of her.
"Put your arms around me, baby, and
hold on tight," he said. When she did, he thrust deep inside, his balls
tight against her. Wendy called out something intelligible and her internal
muscles squeezed him. Frank paused, holding perfectly still, while trying to
slow his breathing.
"Wendy,” he said roughly, his body
trembling as he rested on his arms. "I can’t be gentle.”
"I want it hard,” she said.
"Oh, God," he gasped, feeling
a little like an animal that slipped its chain. He had no reason to hold back.
He pulled out and then slammed back inside, again and again, making her whole
body jerk with each savage thrust. With unrestrained passion, Frank rode her
hard, driving in deep while seeking release.
Even then he was still hyperaware of her
reactions.
The rhythmic suck and pull as he fucked her made slapping
liquid sounds, adding to his animal pleasure. Wendy was making noise again, and
her nails were digging into his flesh, scratching his back. It felt amazing. Frank's
cock throbbed and twitched inside her tight, swollen channel.
"Jesus, I'm going to give it to
you," Frank growled as neared the crest.
As he felt himself going over the edge he
grabbed her backside. Frank's fingers bit into her as he lifted her up further
to meet his thrusts, pounding inside her again and again with bruising force. Chest
heaving, Frank's entire body corded with strain.
He grunted as shudders wracked his frame when
he ejaculated.
As he emptied himself inside her, spraying
his hot seed, over and over, Frank felt Wendy release with him. During the last
of his spasms her body convulsed. Wendy's internal muscles tightened
around
his erection, causing incredible ripples of sensation. Could anything be
better? It had been as if they were one person as they reached that pinnacle of
pleasure together.
The whole night had been perfect.
They chatted and cuddled and made love
for three hours straight. Wendy lost track of the number of orgasms she
experienced. Frank informed her that he had reliably counted four, with a
multiple orgasm possibility of seven.
Frank had achieved his objective. He had
found what Wendy wanted, and given her exactly that. In the end he hadn't even had
the opportunity to use any novelty items while making love except for that
vibrator. There were still so many sex toys available in his little bag of tricks
that he had bought from the Crypt.
Frank smiled as he and his wife wrapped
themselves around each other, while drifting off to sleep.
Cuffs? Bondage? Blindfolds? Well, there's
always next time,
he
thought with a deeply satisfied sigh.
Epilogue
Wendy sat in her bedroom and looked at the clock. It was
almost 10pm.
The kids were settled. Jeff, their youngest was fast asleep.
The twins had been threatened with pain of death if they dared to disturb her.
The twins weren't stupid.
Wendy figured that they knew that their mom and dad
enjoyed their love life. The twins probably even figured out that she and their
father enjoyed cyber sex. While family was important, the twins were starting
to realize that their mom and dad had a separate married life, too. How could
that harm them?
Wendy hoped when their children married that they would all
have an honest, satisfying love life of their own.
Wendy had ten more minutes to get ready. Ten minutes to
utterly banish 'mom brain' and get sexy, slutty, 'wife brain' into gear.
No sweat.
She got under the covers, the sheets brushing against her
sensitive nipples. The little bag of toys Frank had given her was in a
pillowcase beside her. What had he been up to? He was a bad, bad man. No doubt
he had left something really wicked to surprise her.
Wendy had a surprise or two of her own.
Frank was on a business trip in Bridgeport, Connecticut, for
the next four days. However, for months now, they had been playing cyber sex
games whenever Frank went away.
Who would have thought that her love life could be so
much fun? Or that she could have so many orgasms?
'Use it or you lose it'
was
a saying that applied in this case. That and
'Practice makes perfect.'
Wendy figured that her husband had trained her body so
well that she could almost climax on his command.
When she was first married, Wendy thought of Frank at all
times. Love was a chemistry that caused constant, overwhelming euphoria. It was
a feeling that mesmerized and commanded all her thought and attention. Frank
became her focus. Wendy adored getting dressed up for him, shaving and creaming
her skin to make it soft for his enjoyment. She had taken such care with her
appearance.
Then all of that just… went away.
How had they let their together time of making love -
such an important part of married life - fall so low in priority?
All that thrill and excitement had eroded so subtly that
neither of them had noticed. Thank God that they had it back again, even better
than before. Frank was the father of her children and still her best friend. Wendy
loved him to bits.
The chemistry had become lost for awhile, but had never
really gone away.
Now they had no secrets. Wendy and Frank knew each
other's hidden fantasies. They had this wonderful sexual aspect to their life.
André Chevalier had said,
"Without honest
communication there is death to love."
Frank knew everything now, and Wendy had no regrets. She
knew what he wanted, too. Giggling, Wendy imagined them both playing sex games
well into their eighties. Lord have mercy, but why not?
Pulling her laptop closer, she stacked up some pillows
against the headboard and got comfortable. What would her devious husband come
up with tonight? A chime signaled that Frank was on the other line.
With a thrill of excitement she hit answer. Frank's smiling,
handsome face came on the screen. How lucky was she to have married such a sexy
guy? He was big and masculine and he had discovered Dominance. Hell, not just
discovered – it was more like he had fully embraced the concept, jumping right
in.
Talk about stimulus and response! Just thinking of Frank
made her wet.
His hotel room must have been warm because Frank was shirtless,
wearing only blue jeans. When he saw her, he frowned. His eyebrows rose and he
gave her a stern look. "Why is my wife covered in a sheet? You know I like
to see you naked."
Wendy smirked. "Well, because I have a surprise."
"Do you?" Frank sat forward, his eyes glinting
with interest.
She licked her lips and nodded.