"Horrible day."
The text came in as M walked in the front door. She checked her watch. By her calculations, he probably sent the text when he left work. She had 15 minutes. Texts like these meant one thing, and she heard it loud and clear.
She ran upstairs to put on her outfit for these occasions. The black lace lingerie he had bought her for their anniversary. Tight, transparent, and very submissive. She readied the rope, vibrator, and the handcuffs by the bed. She slipped on her heels and pulled her hair high into a ponytail. She checked her makeup in the mirror, put on the shade of lipstick she knew he liked, and went downstairs to wait.
She waited by the front door. When the door opened, she silently reached out to take his things and hang them up.
"Down" he growled, and she fell to her knees, unclasping his pants and freeing his cock. He pulled her mouth close with her ponytail and she wrapped her lips around it. She looked up at him, but he was too lost in his frustration and exhaustion to notice. She returned her gaze to his cock and sucked diligently. He pressed her mouth further and further into him, and she obliged, gagging at his length for only a moment. J didn't plan on doing anything special for this round, his goal was to cum, and to cum fast. He grunted, then pulled out of her mouth and shot his load on her face.
"Clean yourself up, slut, then come to our room."
M quickly washed her face, then ran upstairs. When they had bought their furniture, he was very selective in the bed they chose: four posters, easily wrapped with rope and other forms of bondage. When M entered the room, he had made good use of that bed, having prepared ropes to each of the four corners. When J saw her enter, he approached her and practically ripped her lingerie off. He then circled her slowly, trailing a finger around her body, just enough sensation to raise goosebumps up and down her skin.
"What to do first..." he murmured. Then he pushed her face up onto the bed. He climbed on top of her and secured her hands, followed by her feet, so she was spread wide for him, her nipples cold and hard while her chest heaved in a pant and her cunt started to sweat.
"Don't you dare make a sound. Or cum." With that, he started his slow assault on her body, starting with her toes. He licked up the insides of her legs, to her knees, then her thighs. He breathed deeply onto her clit, making her arch her back.
"I said not a sound. You are here for my pleasure alone." She bit her lip and scrunched her eyes. She so badly wanted to ask for him to lick her, penetrate her, anything to free her from the agony of waiting.