Anna had rarely been as relieved to finally get into her car after work as she was today. Her twelve-hour nursing shift in the hospital's post-surgical ward had been maybe the roughest of her fledgling career; a continuous, uninterrupted string of grumpy patients, complaining coworkers, and what felt like an undue share of criticism from her supervisor had all contributed to a truly miserable day. As the newest member of her team, she expected to always be stuck with the most menial, unpleasant tasks, but this shift had truly tested the limits of her tolerance and question her career choice.
Out of habit, the diminutive brunette checked herself in the rearview mirror. All things considered, she had to admit that she didn't look as bad as she felt. Yes, her hair was in a messy high ponytail - she just hadn't had time to get it trimmed into her usual bob, lately - and she didn't have on any makeup, but there were no bags under her eyes or other outward signs of how emotionally and mentally exhausted today's shift had left her. Hell, her purple scrub top was even kind of cute on her, if she did say so herself.
Anna let out a deep breath in a futile effort to release the day's negative energy, and started the car. It was a beautiful fall evening, so she put the windows down and turned the radio up loud as she exited the parking deck and headed for the apartment she shared with her husband of only a few months. As she thought about it, she couldn't help but be a little bummed out that Ryan wouldn't be there when she got home; his job usually required him to work until past midnight, so she probably wouldn't see him except in passing in the morning as she hurriedly got ready for her next shift at the hospital. The thought did little to brighten her mood; what she wouldn't give to have Ryan welcome her home with a romantic dinner and a long massage to help erase this shift from hell from her memory.
As Anna drove, she indulged in a little daydream about coming home to find that Ryan had called in sick just so he could be there when she arrived. He greeted her with a passionate kiss as he pressed her back to the front door of their apartment, before literally tearing her favorite scrub top off her chest and biting her nipples so hard she yelped. Then he forcefully spun her around, pressed her face to the door, and shucked her pants to her ankles. Ryan dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face in her ass as he ate her out, relentlessly probing with his tongue and fingers until Anna was dripping from the powerful orgasm he forced out of her. Then, without warning, he was inside her, pounding her small frame with his...
A semi truck blowing past her in the next lane pulled Anna back to reality.
"Whew, my brain went from relaxing romance to full-out porn, awfully quick," Anna thought. Even though it was a cool evening, she found herself suddenly broken out in a light sweat. She realized her little fantasy had left her nipples hard as diamonds and the cleft between her legs was damp and twitchy. "I'm definitely going to have to take care of myself once I get home," she thought. For a moment, she considered sliding a hand down inside her scrubs and getting a little head start as she drove, but then, she had an incredibly naughty idea. She couldn't, could she? She knew she shouldn't even consider what she was thinking, but an increasingly horny part of her mind kept telling her she absolutely could and should.
Coming to a sudden decision, Anna changed lanes and exited the highway. She maneuvered the suburban streets for a couple of miles until she arrived at a nondescript strip mall along one of the town's main arterial roads; it was one of those dime-a-dozen shopping centers anchored by a grocery store on one end and a drug store on the other, with a dozen or so small shops and restaurants wedged in between. After turning into the parking lot, Anna drove around the far end of the mall, past the drug store, and spotted her destination; set several hundred feet further back from the road was the rather dated looking multiplex theater where her husband, Ryan, was the manager. Since it was September, one of the slowest season's for Hollywood, and a Wednesday night, one of the slowest nights of the week, there were barely a dozen cars sprinkled around the parking lot. Anna pulled into a spot close to the entrance and hopped out of her car. She was suddenly smiling to herself and had a new spring in her step as she stepped up onto the sidewalk beneath the large, old-fashioned marquee.
Anna bypassed the box office with a wave at the teenage girl working and breezed through the entry doors. On a slow night like this, no one was checking tickets, so there was only a single college-aged young man working the concession stand in the lobby. Anna easily recognized him as one of her husband's regular employees due to his size - he was a hulking six-and-a-half feet tall and built like a tank. None too bright, though, Anna remembered, nor very friendly. Anna motioned at him that she was going upstairs to see her husband and the boy responded with a grunt and a barely perceptible nod. Anna could feel his eyes on her ass as she crossed the lobby briskly, but decided not to let it bother her; in fact, it only further fueled her growing excitement.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Anna looked into the small manager's office, but Ryan wasn't there. Figuring he must be somewhere amongst the various projectors and sound equipment, Anna turned the corner and began methodically searching the darkened hallways. When she reached the third projector bay, she found him, slightly stooped and gazing out the projection window. The sleeves on his dress shirt were rolled up his forearms and his tie was loosened, answering a key question for Anna - as she had hoped, he was covering all the projection operations himself tonight, so there wouldn't be any pesky extra employees upstairs to throw a wrench in her plans.
Sensing someone approaching, Ryan turned and, seeing Anna, broke into a broad smile.
"Hey, babe! Well isn't this a pleasant surprise. What brought you this far out of your way tonight? Decide to catch a movie before heading home?"
"No. I just wanted to - I needed to - see you," Anna replied. "It's been such a long and horrible day, I needed to something to cheer me up before going home. So, I thought I'd come let you be that something."
"Aw, I'm sorry you had a shitty day, babe. I just finished my rounds up here, so I've got a few minutes. Why don't you tell me all about it," Ryan responded, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her head to his chest.
Anna gently pulled away from Ryan. "No, baby. I didn't come by just to rehash all the nonsensical bullshit I dealt with today, I came to forget it. And I know just how you can help me do that."
With that, Anna dropped to her knees and quickly unzipped Ryan's black dress pants. As Ryan stood there momentarily startled, her small hands darted inside and deftly pulled Ryan's soft shaft through the fly of his boxers before engulfing it in her warm, wet lips. Without hesitation, Anna began bobbing energetically, feeling Ryan begin to rapidly harden in her mouth. Ryan couldn't contain his gasps as Anna aggressively fellated him in the darkness of the projection booth. He threw his right hand out against the projector to steady himself, while his left hand went to the back of Anna's head and began to gently guide her pace. Ryan was careful not to push for more depth - he knew Anna struggled to handle his size in her mouth once he was fully erect - but he still gripped her ponytail in an effort to establish some measure of control.
For her part, Anna had already decided that what she needed was a quick and dirty fuck to wash away the negative vibes of her day. To help clear her head, she focused entirely on the sensation of her husband's cock in her mouth - the oversized, thick head sliding along her palate and pushing at the entrance to her throat, the veins along the shaft rubbing along her tongue and lips, the slightly pungent taste and smell of his sweat. In her pre-Ryan college days, she had considered herself an artist at giving head, but even after almost three years together, she still had to apply more thought than she liked to managing his size - she couldn't just let instincts take over, try as she might.
Ryan, however, wasn't complaining. In fact, he felt his excitement building too quickly and, sensing that his wife had come for more than just a quick (although exquisite) blowjob, he pulled her ponytail gently as he backed himself out of her mouth. He looked down at her as she panted with exertion and excitement; Anna's lips were puffy and even in the dark he could tell that her cheeks and chest were flushed. She had a shiny coating of saliva and precum on her chin and a large wet stain had already formed in the cleavage line of her top where her drool had dripped steadily as he had thrust in and out of her mouth. Anna's eyes shone fiercely with unadulterated lust in the dim light reflected from the movie projecting through the glass window behind Ryan. Even without her touching him, Ryan was so overpowered by her raw sexual glow that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to maintain his self-control.
Getting himself back in check, he pulled Anna to her feet and kissed her hungrily. As the couple exchanged sloppy, wet kisses, Ryan pulled the drawstring on her scrub bottoms, letting them drop to the floor in a puddle around her ankles. With his left hand still on the back of Anna's head, holding her mouth to his, Ryan pushed his right hand inside the waistline of Anna's boyshorts and found her already slick and dripping with need. Without preamble, he easily pushed two hooked fingers into her opening and Anna groaned against his lips. Finding the spot he was looking for, Ryan began thrusting his hooked fingers while the pad of his thumb brushed through his wife's soft curls to press on her clit. Anna became like putty in his hands, helplessly groaning into his mouth as his fingers quickly pushed her to the brink.
Anna's daydream had left her more worked up than she thought; Ryan had barely been touching her for more than a minute when she exploded. Her orgasm was sharp and intense, more powerful than her shaking legs' ability to keep her upright. Her quivering thighs dropped her back to her knees and haunches on the smooth concrete floor. As her heart raced and her pussy pulsed out the final spasms of her climax, Anna found herself with Ryan's impressive member staring her right in the face once again. She reached out and grasped it firmly and began swirling her tongue around the oblong head as she pumped it with her fist. Tasting him intensified Anna's need and she stared up at her husband from her knees with an almost frightening intensity.
"I need you to fuck me, Ryan. I need you to fuck me hard. I need you to fuck my bad day out of me."
She unbuckled his belt, tore open his trousers, and pulled his pants and boxers to his ankles. Then Anna stood, whipped her scrub top over her head and cast it across the room. She stepped out of her scrub bottoms and panties, kicking them aside before turning around and bending over an industrial work table against one of the walls. Then she spread her legs, lifted her ass, and stared back over her shoulder at her husband. Ryan needed no further invitation than that final sultry look; in a flash, he was on her.
Ryan placed both hands on his his wife's pert, upturned ass, lined himself up with her opening and plunged in, thrusting to full depth in a single stroke. Anna's cry at Ryan's penetration was a mix of pain, ecstasy, and aura-cleansing relief. Ryan held himself at full depth for several seconds, grinding against Anna's labia, then withdrew as suddenly as he had entered. Anna gasped loudly at the intense change of sensation which accompanied the transition of being stretched to her limits then feeling the void of being completely empty. Before she could regain her breath, Ryan slammed home again, so violently that the table screeched as it slide an inch or so across the floor. In and out, he continued long-stroking Anna's tight opening for another minute or so, his strong fingers kneading her round ass checks with each thrust.
