Story
I finally get home after a truly exhausting and hellish work week. I smell the delectable pot roast you made, but that can wait as I eye an envelope on the kitchen island with my name written across.
'Jemma, there's a surprise waiting for you, come down the hall to the office -M'
I set my bag down and curiously tred down the hall, wondering what you have in store.
There's another, thicker envelope on the closed door to the office.
'Now, be a good little slut and take off your clothes'
A devilish smile crosses my lips as i instantly feel myself wetten. This is exactly what I need. My elevated stress level had killed my libido this week, but to let go and give you total control, following your commands; it will be ecstasy. I've so much missed your cock filling me up and hitting all my buttons.
I move two doors down the hall to throw my clothes into the hamper, sneaking a peek at my body from the dresser mirror. Workouts these days are walking and hiking with our dog, but I've always made a point to stay in shape. As long as I feel good and continue to turn you on, then I'm set. My nipples are perked in anticipation as I open the door to the office and gleefully gasp.
You hid yourself behind the door, allowing me to take in the contraption set before me.
Before I know it, your lips are on my neck, hands kneading my tits.
We had talked about fantasies in the past few weeks, with me mentioning that a sex swing could be fun and there it was.
One of your hands moves to my thigh and then around to a solid grip on my ass. You playfully nibble at my neck before instructing me to get in the swing, face up, legs spread wide for you.
