When Nick came home his wife was waiting for him. He wasn't expecting her; she had been on a business trip for her law firm but obviously had snuck back a little early. It was a nice surprise to find her sitting up on our bed, wearing a lacey turquoise bra that held up her D-cup tits and a matching pair of satiny boyshort panties. She was wearing the diamond earrings Nick gave her for their first Christmas together, and was rubbing her vibrator atop her panties, against her pussy. And even though she was sitting atop their made-up bed, she was wearing black, H-strap heels.
"Well, hello, hello," Nick said, coming into the bedroom and discovering her there.
"Welcome back," his wife replied all sultry.
"I see I got home just in time."
"Oh, I've been waiting for you, handsome."
"I like your outfit," he said, taking off his tie and laying his suit jacket down on a chair.
"Thanks," she said, still teasing her clit through her panties with her vibe. "I even wore heels for you, I know you like that."
"You know I do, baby."
"Isn't it slutty to wear high heels when you're in bed?" Nick's wife asked, with a sly smile on her face. "I think it is slutty to wear high heels and just get into bed."
"Is that how you feel?" Off came Nick's pants and socks, only his boxer briefs remained.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes. That's
just
how I feel."
"Feel like what?"
"Like a slut. Like
your
slut."
"Well, with good reason," Nick said, approaching the bed. "Because you are my wife, Carolyn, but you are also my kept whore."
"Then come treat me like one," Carolyn defiantly replied.
Nick mounted the bed and straddled his wife, leaning into her and laying a sizzling French kiss on her mouth. Her tongue met his, and he could feel the lust in her as she continued to lightly masturbate herself while they frenched. They kissed sloppily, needfully. She had been gone for several days and Nick, a lawyer himself, had been busy in trial while she was gone.
"God," she said between kisses, "it's great to be home."
"You look incredible."
"I was getting so wet on the plane into National. I couldn't wait to surprise you and get you to do things to me."
"Oh yeah?" he said. "Things like what?"
"Oh, you know," she said, and then leaned forward and whispered in his ear:
"Fucking my little whore cunt."
Then, in a normal voice again, she said: "Would you like to do that, Nick?"
"Oh, yes."
"Then tell me what you're going to do to me."
"I'm going to fuck your cunt, you cheap little whore!" Nick said it loud, and Carol wiggled with excitement.
"Oh, baby!" she squealed, and kissed him hard and fast. She had put the vibrator down and they were dry humping. She positioned his erection just the way she liked it, and he began humping her, rubbing his erection against her through his underwear, putting pressure against her clit.
Meanwhile, Nick was squeezing Carol's tits through her bra. "Squeeze 'em hard, Nick," she encouraged her husband. He loved squeezing her tits hard. Nick found her nipples through the fabric and pinched them.
"Not too hard, lover," she cautioned him. "My nipples are not as tough as yours," and as she said that she pinched his, hard, just how he liked it.
"Let's take this bra off," Nick said, fiddling with the clasp in back. Nick opened the clasp, then slid the straps down his wife's arms and off. "I love the way your breasts fall out like that."
"It's cause they're so big, baby. Have you ever had a girl with a rack as big as mine?" she teased him.
"You know I haven't."
"My big tits turn you on, don't they?"
"Oh, yeah," her husband said, reaching up and squeezing them again, loving the feel of Carol's titflesh.
"Now, I know I can't come just from you sucking on my tits like some of your past girlfriends, but I've got a lot they could never offer you, don't you agree? My tits are much bigger than theirs were, and I've got a much dirtier mouth, don't I? In fact, there's nothing I won't say to you to get you off, even tell you I'm a cheap little gutter slut that needs a mouthful of sticky cum, and don't you like that baby?"
In response, Nick kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Good, now let's take my panties off. I'm all warmed up for you. I know you missed me, so this is your present for being such a good boy without me."
He slid down her boyshorts, and could smell the unmistakable musk of his wife's aroused pussy.
"Can you smell how horny I am for you, Nick? Rub your cock against my slit. Now it's your turn to tease me, baby."
He took off his boxer briefs, and then knelt between her legs. Her lips were already wet, and as his cock rubbed up her slit and brushed her clit, Carol moaned at the sensation on her little button.
"Delicious," she said.
Nick worked his dick up and down her cleft, taking his time, feeling her wetness, wetting his cock in the shallow folds of her little cunt. Carol moaned and writhed, and soon, the head of his cock was inside of her. He still teased her, pulling out and putting it back in, feeling as her body responded, as her body invited him further in, lubricating itself for him. With one good thrust, and a guttural groan from his wife, Nick sank his dick inside of her.
"Welcome home," Nick said, their faces just inches apart.
"Ooooh, honey."
"Now, just cause you've been gone, doesn't mean things are any different," he told her.
"Oh no?"
"No. I'm still going to fuck you like a little—how did you put it?—gutter slut," he said.
"Fuckin' use me, baby."
"That's right, Carol. I'm going to pound your cunt until you feel like a bitch, like a used up little bitch."
"Do it baby. Do whatever you want with me. I'm your little bitch to use."
While they chatted, Nick was working his cock in and out of her, slowly at first, letting her pussy readjust to having a man inside. Carol was hot—her pussy was already soaking when he entered her, and burning like a furnace. In no time, Nick was making long, deep strokes and picking up the pace, fucking her hard, just how she loved it.
