Eve
Our conversation lulled and both our plates were empty. I looked between them and back up to Scott. I'd known him for so long that I knew what he was thinking, but I wanted to hear him say it.
"I want to see you strip, then take these to the sink," he said.
"Oh we're starting this now?" I quipped, but began to stand up anyway. I positioned myself so I was to the side of Scott, he turned on his seat to face me properly. Sexual tension grew inside me. Even though we were fucking more than ever before it seemed like I was horny more than I ever had been.
Scott eyed me as I stood in front of him in our dining room. It seemed like an odd place to strip off, it felt dirtier in here somehow. This is where we held our events with guests. We hardly ever used this room as a couple.
I peeled off my pyjama bottoms first, leaving me in a crop top and panties. Scott sucked in a breath as he watched me.
"Turn around," he commanded.
I gave him a little spin.
I hooked my fingers into the side of my panties, turning showing him my ass, bending over as I slid them down my body. I felt so sensual. I didn't usually get to perform in this way, it was unlocking a part of me I didn't know I had.
With my underwear discarded I turned back around. Just my crop top was left. I pulled it up, letting my tits fall beneath. My nipples were hard, harder than before as the cold air of the room hit them. I pulled my top off and threw it onto the chair I was sitting on.
Scott eyed me silently. He was devouring me. I felt myself growing shy even though he was my husband. I took a deep breath, striding back over to the table. I picked up his plate then mine, and our utensils. As I bent over the table Scott's hand came up, pinching my nipple, before he groped me. I stilled mid-air letting him play with me. I felt degraded and humiliated all at once, but the pleasure shot from my nipples to my cunt in an instant. I almost moaned.
When Scott let go of me I stood up straight and spun on my heel. I began walking back toward the kitchen. I didn't look back but I could hear his chair moving and I could feel him following me. I placed everything in the sink then started moving around the small kitchen. I was cleaning up after dinner, piling up all the utensils and dishes I had used in preparation and throughout the day. I placed leftovers into a container so Scott could take them to work the next day for his lunch. Then I was standing by the sink again. The whole time I had been naked and the whole time I was being watched.
"I could get used to this," Scott chuckled from behind me. I turned to see him sitting on the other side of our breakfast bar. It was directly across from where the sink was. He was staring right at my ass.
I glared at him. "This is mean."
"You asked for it, I'm only giving you what you want."
I turned around and grabbed the sponge and soap so I could begin washing up.
"I wasn't thinking of anything like this," I shot back. I scrubbed the first plate, rinsed it, then put it in the drying rack.
"What were you thinking?" he asked.
"I don't really know... maybe you'd tell me to wear something specific when you got home. Or, you'd tell me to masturbate while you were away a certain number of times," I stammered. I felt flushed admitting such things. Scott laughed but not at me I could tell.
"Those things seem more fun for you than they do for me. Plus, I love you naked," he replied.
I sighed and continued cleaning up. I was soon almost finished as I would have to soak and wash the oven dish in the morning. As I put the last fork in the holder I felt Scott's hands on my hips.
"Grab the edge of the sink," he commanded.
I wiped my hands on a nearby tea towel and then gripped the edge of the sink. Scott pulled my ear into his mouth, biting the lobe. I moaned and a moment later his cock slid against my ass before he pushed himself inside my pussy. I gasped as his thick cock pressed against my walls, stretching me out. My knuckles turned white as he began to thrust into me, fucking me with everything he had.
My mind blanked. The day faded away.
I felt used and I loved it.
"You feel so good, sweetheart," he grunted, pushing into me harder. I squeezed my pussy around his cock, moans escaped me, filling the room with our ecstasy. Scott wasn't quiet either, he was all grunts and curses. He had one hand on my hip and the other he entwined around my body so he could grab one of my tits. He squeezed it and played with my nipple making me squirm against him.
Pleasure rocked my body, he was slamming into my g-spot, and my clit was rubbing up and down the edge of the counter. It was rough but I was used to rough by now. The feeling was overwhelming me.
"I'm going to come," I stammered.
"Fucking come for me baby," Scott ground out. I exploded in his arms. He grabbed me by the hair, pulling it as he fucked me into oblivion. I struggled not to scream. He was completely encapsulating.
He picked up his speed. "Fuck," he let out a grunt as he came deep inside me.
Scott leant against me as his cock went soft. He pulled it out and then wrapped his arms around my waist before laying soft kisses over my collar bone across to my shoulder. I relaxed into his sweet embrace.
"What should we do now," I said, my breathing still heavy.
"Why don't we go finish our show," Scott replied before pulling me back from the sink with him as he took a step back. I was still naked and cum was dripping down my thighs.
"Should I get cleaned up," I said as we started walking into the living room.
Scott chuckled. "No, I like you looking well fucked. I don't want you to forget what we just did."
We reached the living room and Scott sat down, I looked between him and the couch. I knew between my own juices and his cum I'd destroy the couch. It felt like soon enough the whole house would become a biohazard anyhow.
"But the couch."
"You can sit on a towel," he chuckled.
"Scott," I whined. "That's humiliating.
Scott laughed and patted his lap. "Fine, you can sit here," he said. I frowned but took him up on his offer, I sat on his lap sideways. It was hard to get comfortable but it was better than leaving a snail trail everywhere. He put the show on and I laid my head against his shoulder as I watched, while Scott mindlessly played with my clit. I could already tell it would be a long night.
***
"Time to get up, sweetheart," Scott's voice played in my mind. My eyes fluttered open, I was just waking up anyway, but his voice pulled me out of my sleep completely.
"What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty," Scott replied. I scowled up at him. He was hovering over me in bed. He bent down and pressed a peck to my lips.
"Up," he then commanded. He lifted off me completely then pulled the covers from my naked body. I rolled out the bed while he stood there watching me. Then I pulled on a random t-shirt of his and some fresh panties.
I stood in front of him, staring up waiting for him to tell me why we had to get up so god damned early.
"Why're we up?" I whined.
"I cooked us breakfast," Scott said.
"Thank you," I replied, leaning against him. My cheek pressed into the middle of his chest, my arms wrapped around his body as I held him. "That's really thoughtful."
"You can thank me with that pretty little mouth of yours once we're done," Scott growled, slapping my ass, hard. I groaned against him, the sting spreading through my lower half.
We soon separated and walked out to where he had laid breakfast out in the kitchen. A proper cooked breakfast with bacon, eggs, and avocado on toast. I plated some for myself and Scott followed.
"Why don't we sit out the back on the deck," he said, but it wasn't a question. I followed him out the back and we sat at the table adjacent from each other as we did in the dining room last night.
***
"On your knees," Scott said less than five minutes after I finished eating.
"I'm afraid if you gag me right now, I'll puke all over you," I replied, in earnest.
"If I thought you were lying, I'd belt you but that's fair. Go get me your secret dildo," he said.
How the hell did he know about that? I only used it when he was asleep and couldn't go for round two. Or when he was otherwise occupied and couldn't fuck me. I had always had a large sexual appetite.
"How did you know about that?" I asked, wide eyed.
"I caught you on two occasions," he said, reaching out and grabbing my hand across the table. His thumb ran over the back of my palm. "Once, I found it in your drawer among your panties. Another time, I woke up in the night and you weren't there. I got up looking for you and found you fucking yourself on the couch. I watched you but you were too caught up in the moment to notice me," he explained.
The idea that he was watching me had my head in a spin. He didn't even say anything either. On the one hand it turned me on, deeply. On the other hand why didn't he say anything this whole time?
Guilt ate at me. I'm not even sure why I kept it a secret.
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything and that you caught me," I said.
Scott reached out and cupped my face. I leaned into his warm large hand, he smelled so good, all the time even now.
"It's okay sweetheart. You're about to make it up to me. Now, go get it. And get me that handle you bought with the flared base."
I wasn't sure what he had in mind but I didn't argue. I just nodded.
"Try, yes Sir," he nudged.
"Yes Sir," I said, before standing up. He chuckled as I walked off. Soon I was back in front of him holding the dildo and the candle with the flared base.
"Good girl, now sit down on this chair," he said motioning to the chair he was just in when I'd left. He turned it so it was facing the house and then he sat where I was.
I sat down. "Yes...Sir."
"Legs up, panties off," he told me.
I eyed him but didn't argue. I pulled my underwear off and handed them to him. He grabbed them before standing up. Scott stood over me and grabbed my cheeks with one hand forcing my mouth open. He took two fingers and stuffed the panties in my mouth, never breaking eye contact. Once they were in completely my cheeks were stuffed and I could no longer speak. No longer argue.
