Wild Wednesday 1

I woke up a bit early on Wednesday. Dani wasn't cuddled up, but over on her side of the bed. I looked over, and her butt wasn't red anymore. I hope it wasn't sore; she did really enjoy the spankings. She did tell me to bite her nipple too. And she wanted to try anal. What was happening? Let's not forget Maresol trying to get me to fuck other women. Crazy. I got up to use the bathroom, and as I came back, Dani rolled over, giving me a great view of her snatch. It was sexy, as was she. I loved her, sex has been great, and we do have a twice-a-day standard to uphold. I think I'll do a little rough play; my dick was already starting to rise just from looking at her. It's time to act.

I grab her ankles and yank her to the end of the bed. "Wha?", she startles awake. I have her legs up, and my rod is already sliding into her. "Oh, ah, um," she says, not sure what is happening. I ease into her for the moment, then back out, then back in, speeding up and becoming a little more forceful each time.

"Um, yeah. Wow," she moans. I keep on crashing in, holding her legs up, rolling her up a bit, and pounding away; she's making noises. I start to grunt, "Yeah, baby, grunt. Let me hear you work." So I grunt more, like I am working out, and she goes wild. I feel her getting close, so I speed up. "Oh, yeah. That's it," she moans loudly as she cums. Her release triggers mine; I keep going for a few thrusts to get her going, then slow down. She rests her legs on my chest.

"That's enough to wake me up," she smiles.

"I try," I panted. This one got me.

"I'm not complaining; it was different for sure."

"Well, with you mentioning anal and us doing new things, I figured, why not?"

"It worked. If you want to put my legs down, I'm good," she tells me.

I set her legs down and helped her up. We kiss, she goes off to shower, and I throw on my sweats and get the morning started. I wake up the girls.

"What's today?" Marcy asks me

"Wednesday," I tell her.

"Awesome! Dance day!" She jumps up, getting excited, and heads into the kitchen to find breakfast. Mel comes out of her room. I look at her; she looks tired.

"You good?"

"You know my fondness for mornings," she tells me.

"Better to sleep through."

She throws up a shaka and heads to the bathroom. She stops in the doorway. "I do need a ride to the studio tonight."

"Teaching Marcy's class?"

"Assisting but getting there. I'll get dinner done so we can head out when you get home."

"Thanks Mel."

She throws another shaka at me and goes into the bathroom. I check the kitchen to make sure that Marcy isn't just eating marshmallows out of the cereal. She's not. I make coffee.

"Honey, can you come here?" Dani calls from the back of the house.

"On my way," I call back. "Finish up and get dressed."

"Ok, Dad," Marcy says, looking up from her phone. I head back to the bedroom. When I get there, I find my wife bent over the bed with her big, wonderful ass pointed at me. "Close the door and come get on me."

I lock the door and drop to my knees behind my wife. I start eating her out, licking up and down and gobbling up her tasty box. "Oh, that's nice, but I just wanted a quickie."

I stop and say, "I need to get it up; give me a minute."

"That's ok, this works too," she says, shoving her butt back at me and getting my face back in her pussy. I lick and suck, slurping up and down, getting her clit out and giving it attention. I am starting to get it up, but I figure that since I have gone this far, I am going to get her off, plus I do enjoy it. I keep going at it until I hear her start to moan softly and feel her squirm a bit. I keep sucking on her clitoris for a couple minutes to make sure, then I stand up, take off my sweats, and plow into her. It feels great; her pussy is wet and warm, and her big booty up against me is fantastic. I relish it for a moment. Then I started to hump her.

"Ooo,oh, yeah," she says, "Slap my ass. Smack it!"

I do, but a little softly, as the girls are up and I'm not sure how she feels after yesterday. She seems unimpressed, so I give it a good, solid smack. She moans. Fuck it. I spank her good while we fuck, holding her hip with one hand and swatting her ass with the other, switching from time to time. We both get into it, really going at it. It's great. "You like that? Like your ass being spanked?" I say out of nowhere.

"Love it, spank me, Spank me!"

Her getting into it throws me over the edge, and I cum first this time, but I keep pumping into her while I do, and that gets her off.

"Wow," she pants, I never thought I'd like spanking that much."

"Me neither, you naughty girl."

"And you asking me, that was hot.

"You telling me. It got me off, so well."

"Go shower; I am going to lay here for a minute to recover," she says, pulling herself up onto the bed, her ass almost as red as her hair. I head around and give her a kiss, then head to the shower. She doesn't join me this morning, so I figure that's enough for today. I get out and dry off, heading out into the bedroom. She is still laying on the bed. As you can see, it's a little less red now.

"Feeling better?" I ask her.

"A little sore, but it's a good sore, though. You mind taking the girls? I want to let my ass recover more."

"Not a problem," I say, coming around her again and giving her another kiss. I get dressed, head out to the kitchen, telling the girls to get ready, and pour Dani some coffee and bring it back to her. I get the girls out the door and off to school. After dropping off Mel, I texted Maresol, "I had to take the kids to school. Sorry. I'm going to miss you this morning."

"That's okay. See you later. 🍆🍆💦💦💦"

"Sounds great; I can't wait."

I get a picture of her ass. It made my day as I wait to get coffee. I pulled up to the window, and Lisa smiled at me. "Mark. Good to see you."

"Good morning, Lisa."

"Sorry I didn't call yesterday; I got busy with school and stuff," she says, bustling around the stand. "Usual?"

"Two Lisa's, actually," I tell her.

"Two?" she says, turning to look at me.

"My assistant took mine yesterday. She liked it more than hers."

"Rude," she says, a bit perturbed, "but no problem. Can I call you this afternoon?"

She is moving and grooving while making my drinks and speaking loudly to be heard over the machines when she has to. Her ponytail swinging, she turns once, and I did check out her butt in her jeans as she was bent over getting milk out. It's nice. I think she caught me looking because I saw a little smirk.

"Sure, I kind of have a generic thing started, but if you send me some info, I can plug it in, and you can take a look."

She hands me my drinks and says, "You are fucking awesome. Whoops!" She turns a little red, embarrassed.

"It's okay; I won't tell anyone," I smile.

"Thanks. Mom would kill me for swearing at the customers, even like that. It's your cell, right?"

"The one on the back is." I try to pay.

"Not today. It's on me for the help. See you tomorrow?"

"Absolutely." I tell her to take a sip of the drink. "Best Coffee in town."

She smiles at me as I drive away. I head to work, thinking too much. Lisa does have a nice ass, but why would she be interested in me? I'm in my forties; she is like 20. I guess I am all right-looking. Did anything really happen? Am I jumping at shadows because I am having sex with two gorgeous women? And what did Maresol mean about sharing? I'm so confused about this; hopefully work will help.

"Good morning, Boss," Ms. Kim calls from her desk as I walk in.

"Hi, Ms. Kim. One Lisa for you, one for me," I say, setting her cup down on her desk.

She takes a sip. "This is good; do you want to try it?"

"I have my own," I say, shaking the cup at her.

"I dunno, YOU wanted to try new things this week," She says, shaking her cup back at me.

"Fine," I sigh, giving in. We switch cups and take a drink. "Pretty much the same."

"Your's more minty, but good." She says she sets the cup down; I do too. I grab my cup and head back to my office.

"What's on the agenda for today?" I ask.

"Nothing much,'' she says, following me back into my office. I notice she is wearing a really cute dress. Mint green, with flowers on it, looks fantastic, and her hair looks great too, really done up nicely. She sets her coffee next to mine on the desk. "I've got a couple client orders to review. A new client coming in this afternoon and figured we could go over the plan at lunch."

"Yes," I say, remembering we have a working lunch today, "sounds great. Pick some place good."

She smiles like the cat that ate the canary. "Of course, Boss. I'll handle it." She grabs a cup, not sure whose it is, and heads out. She seems excited about this lunch. Dressed up nice, too, like date night nice. Could she? No way.

I get into work, reviewing some new ads and looking over a couple entire client packages. Adjusting a couple things here and there Thoughts of women leave my head as I am working. My cell phone rings; it's a number I don't recognize.

"Hello, this is Mark," I answer.

"Hi Mark, It's Lisa. Is this a good time?" she asks.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I was thinking about the project and wanted to send you some stuff, see if you could plug it in, maybe make a graphic or two.

"I can try, but we really should sit down to do it; that way you can look it over."

"Really? That'd be wonderful. What about tomorrow? Maybe after I get off work? I have time before class if that works."

"It should, about 10?

"Yeah, that'd be fantastic. You are great. I'm going to send you some stuff, thanks." She hangs up. What a whirlwind! But I can get some more basic stuff done before she sees it. I take a look at the stuff I have and adjust it. It's getting close to lunch, and Ms. Kim comes in.

"So where are we going?" I ask.

"I heard about this great place I want to try." Her phone rings, and she looks at it. "It's Sammi, my roommate. She never calls."

"Answer it," I tell her.

"Hello? What? No. Calm down. Just come get my keys. No. I have plans. Can't you. You did?" She sighs. "Fine. I'll be there in a few." She looks bummed.

"What's up?" I'm getting up and walking towards her.

"My roommate locked herself out. I swear she has more boobs than brains. She's freaking out. I have to go."

"It's ok," I say, throwing my arm around her shoulder, "raincheck on lunch. You are a good friend."

"Thanks. Tomorrow?"

"That will be great," I say, trying to cheer her up. She snuggles in for a second, then shrugs out and goes to her desk for her keys and her purse. She heads out, and I stand there thinking. Then I pulled out my phone and called Maresol.

"Hi," I say.

"Hello, Mark. What's up?" She responds.

"Are you free for lunch?"

"I absolutely am. It would be wonderful; I know this great Mexican place."

"Fabulous."

"I will text you the address; be there in 10."

"I will try."

My phone beeps as she sends me the address. I plug it in, and it's close enough, so I head out. It's a little place in a strip mall; I park and get out. She pulls in about then, and I recognize her SUV. She parks down the street from me and gets out of her car. She looks radiant. Tan skirt, heels, and a nice white blouse Her hair was loose. She smiles at me and walks over.

"Hi," she says, getting close.

"Hey," I say, smiling back.

We sound like awkward teens on a first date, but it is cute. We hug, and she takes my arm to lead me in. She says hello to the people working there in Spanish, and I wave. We sit in the back. It's kind of odd, but nice. We are out of the way, not really noticeable, and it seems like a good place for clandestine rendezvous.

"Do you mind if I order? I know what's good.

"Please."

She goes to the counter and orders, then comes back and sits smiling. A very nice older lady brings us a drink. It's a white liquid. I look at it.

"Horchata," she tells me.

I take a sip; it's delicious. "This is good," I tell her.

"I know, the food is better."

We lean in close, sitting across from each other in the booth. The air still has the feel of a first date. We sit for a minute.

"So, what do you do?" I ask her.

She smiles and says, "I am a therapist. I help people with dating problems." I look a bit confused. "Sex therapist."

"They have those?" I am honestly surprised. "What do you do?"

"I help people in various ways; a lot of things can be mental, but there are other ways. And don't think the irony of a sex therapist with a crappy sex life does not escape me," she laughs.

"I thought it had gotten better lately."

"Oh, it has," she says, her smile getting bigger and reaching across the table to take my hand. I hold her hand.

"Is it safe?" I say, looking at our hands.

"Safe enough; that's why we are back here. And it's my family's old friends that run the place. They won't say anything. They know about my situation."

"That's good, I guess."

She squeezes my hand and says, "It is. They want me to be happy more than anything else. I am now. They are not going to say anything to anyone."

The same old lady brings two plates of food. I have no idea what they are, but we start eating and sharing like she has got me doing. Eating with each other's forks and sharing a drink. We get a second and a glass of water. Other people come in and out; we are not disturbed, and no one really notices. It's nice. We are finishing up. "Can I get something to go?"

"What would you like? What I had or you did?"

"Umm, something chicken to take back to Ms. Kim; I was supposed to go out with her to lunch, but her roommate had some issues."

"Aww, that's sweet. Sure thing," She says. We walk up to the front, and she orders for me in Spanish. I am terrible at languages. I pay for everything and leave a good tip, and the old lady smiles at me from the register. She brings me a plastic bag with a Styrofoam box in it. I grab the bag, and Maresol and I head out the door. I open it for her naturally, and I look back to see the little old lady still at the register smiling. We walk toward her car.

"Thanks," I tell her.

"Thank you; you paid."

"Least I could do. You knew the place, and it being the first date and all," I shrug.

"Really? First date? I better put it out then," she teases.

"No time; I have to get back to work. I have a new client coming this afternoon," I say reluctantly

"Well, ok," she pouts playfully. "Plus, you know I do."

We are at her car; I open her door for her, and she gets in around me. She drags me in for a sloppy, tongue-laden kiss. She lets me go: "Plenty more where that came from."

I smile and get out of her doorway to close it. She drives away as I get into my car, and I am smiling all the way back to the office. I stop to look at myself in my rearview mirror. No lipstick. But I do have a stupendous grin. I am happy and going to go with it.

I walk in, and Ms. Kim is sitting at her desk, obviously unhappy.

"Did you get time to eat?" I ask, coming in the door.

"No. My roommate is a nitwit. Locking herself out while doing laundry," she fumes.

"Well, I've got you this," I say, handing her the bag of food. Her face brightens.

"Thanks, Boss. Where is it from?"

"Little Mexican place over on the westside. I hope you like it."

"I am sure I will," she says, looking at it happily as I lean on her desk.

"We are on for tomorrow? I really want to see where you take me."

"Definitely, Boss. Are you all set?" She asks, pulling the container out and getting the plastic ready.

"For?"

"New client meeting. She should be here anytime," she says, opening the box and looking at the food. "This smells delicious and looks good too. She takes a bite. "This is so good; try some." She waves the fork at me, and I lean over and take the bite she has on the fork, just as our new client walks in.

"Well, that's different," says a very familiar voice.

"Maresol?" I am standing and turning to see if it is her.

"Hi, Mark," she says, smiling.

"You two know each other?" Ms. Kim asks. "Dr. Villanueva is our new client."

"She's Marcy's friend's mom, the one from last weekend," I tell Ms. Kim.

"Oh, I see. That's cool; I will let you handle things while I finish lunch. Thanks again, Boss."

"No problem, Ms. Kim. Right this way, Maresol," I say, ushering her into my office.

She walks past me, and I close the door after her. As soon as it clicks, she is all over me, kissing me and running her hands all over my body. I am a bit in shock at first, but then I go with it, kissing her back and grabbing her ass. Then we break apart, and I ask her, "Are you really here for a meeting?"

"Yes, but I need that dick first; hurry up while your assistant finishes," she tells me, reaching in my pants and grabbing my cock. Then she takes my pants down as she slides to her knees and takes me into her mouth. There she is, blowing me in the middle of my office. This has never happened before. She is going at it with all her heart, sucking like never before, fondling my balls. It's kinky, getting blown in my office, and I love it. I grab her head to hold on, running my fingers through her hair, then holding on as I blow a load down her throat. She keeps sucking, not missing a drop, swallowing everything. She keeps sucking for a couple slurps after I am done. She pulls my pants up and tucks me in, and I buckle my pants.

"All that flirting at lunch—I needed that, too. And Surprise!" she says.

"I certainly am. That was fantastic." I tell her heading to my desk.

"I do love it; your cock is amazing, but on to work," She says, following me as I pull out a chair and let her sit down. I turn my computer around and sit next to her to start showing designs. Some were more subdued, white writing on a black background; some had pictures like memes; some were very erotic; a whole slew of different types She liked some, gave advice on others, and we discussed locations. All very businesslike except for her rubbing my thigh. Ms. Kim pops in, and Maresol's hand moves away.

"Everything all right, Boss?" Ms. Kim asks me

"Yes, Ms. Kim," I reply.

"Did you do some of these designs?" Maresol asks sweetly.

"A few," Ms. Kim replies.

"It shows the woman's touch. You two make quite the team; it is great work," Maresol says honestly.

Ms. Kim smiles and turns a bit red, slightly embarrassed. "Thank you. That means a lot. Boss, I am going to go scope some things out."

"Did you like lunch?" I ask.

"It was fantastic," Ms. Kim responds.

"I recommended it," Maresol tells her. "It's a family friend's restaurant. They are also thinking of starting to advertise."

"Boss," Ms. Kim says in a huff, "you did not say that. Scouting out is usually my job; that's where I am heading to."

"You always do better than me."

It's because I'm cute." Ms. Kim smiles at me.

"She is," Maresol says matter-of-factly.

"Thanks, Dr. Villaneauva."

"Maresol, please."

"Maresol, good to meet you," Ms. Kim says, holding out her hand. Maresol stands up and hugs her. Ms. Kim looks slightly uncomfortable, then hugs her back.

"I'm a hugger. I am looking forward to working with you both. He needs help."

"Hey!" I say.

"He does. Let us know what you want; we can get anything done. See you later," Ms. Kim says as she heads out. She closes the door behind her as she leaves.

"That went well," Maresol says. "She's cute."

"Yes, I guess she is," I say.

"And a nice ass."

"I never really noticed."

Maresol stares at me and asks, "Are you blind?"

"We work together; she does amazing designs, like these." I say getting back to work.

"We are done working," She informs me. "Now you need to eat this pussy." She bends over my desk, hiking up her skirt, showing she is wearing no panties. I go right in and bury my face into that beautiful bald snatch. She grabs my head as I lick up and down. "You are so good, My Cock, but your assistant is cute. Have you done this to her yet? Just nod."