There was something about a pair of nice tits that, even in picture form, could turn a day around.
David smiled to himself, alone in the office, as he zoomed in on the latest picture his wife had sent through. He couldn't remember the last time anything had made him smile while he'd worked after hours. But the sight of Melissa's pale white breasts in all their uncovered glory was enough to turn his mood around. He intentionally pinched the screen right over each rose pink nipple, imagining those perfect gumdrops against his hands.
Like what you see? The caption read.
Hell. Fucking. Yes. He wrote back.
She had been teasing him like this all day. Parading around the house in varying stages of undress, obviously enjoying her day off. At one point she was in the living room, showing him her jean clad ass bent over the sofa. Later on she sent one of herself propped on the kitchen island, legs spread, wearing only a lacy, red nightgown and matching panties. The trend continued, with her showing off a little bit more each time before this final picture had come through. Melissa was on their bed, the top half of her body completely exposed to him. Her flame red hair was spread out across black sheets like a halo and her matching lips were extra pouty. Emerald green eyes stared up at him with an expectant expression.
His phone buzzed again and his mouth dropped open.
Come home soon, we miss you. And the picture attached was of spread pussy, fingers on either side holding open glistening pink folds with a tuft of red hair atop her mound. A physical ache pulsed through his dick as he stared right at the center of her. With his mouth watering, it was everything he could do not to try and lick her through the phone. At least he was alone now. There was no one there to see his dick twitching and expanding, making a visible imprint down the leg of his khakis.
His computer dinged with an incoming email, distracting him. Glancing over it he cursed under his breath. I might be in a little late. Wait up for me?
David chewed on his lip as several minutes went by without a response.
Sorry. Caetlyn just called sounding upset. She finally sent back. I gotta see what's going on. Don't make we wait too late?
Promise. He sent back but wondered what was going on. Her twin sister was probably the most upbeat person he had ever met. Where Melissa was reserved, Caetlyn was downright bubbly. After knowing both of them for more than a decade now, he could only count on one hand the number of times her sister had been upset over anything.
Several heart emojis flooded in, followed by. If I'm asleep when you get back, this is a good night for a little breaking and entering. ;)
David set his phone down in a daze, the remaining blood in his brain having rushed to his dick. The conversation they had a month ago was still fresh on his mind, so the code phrase immediately alerted him as to what she wanted. Finding out that his wife had a rape fantasy hadn't actually been as much a surprise as he expected it to be. Things between them in the bedroom had always been surprisingly intense, bordering on violent when they both found themselves in a mood. Hell, it was why they had black sheets.
What he hadn't expected after the conversation was just how badly he wanted to take his wife. They experimented often enough with domination and submission but this was something different. This would be him using her body however he saw fit. Forcing his large frame on her much smaller body and using her like nothing more than a toy meant to milk every drop of cum from his body.
"Fuck," he cursed softly, running his palm down the length of his aching shaft.
He glanced at the clock, it was just past seven. If he worked non-stop, he should be able to make it home by midnight. Throwing himself into what he was doing, he worked fast. But not too fast.
He was hoping she would be asleep after all.
***
David stepped out of the car, tucking his hard on up into his waistband. He didn't bother pulling into the garage or even locking the car doors. That would have been too loud, and judging by the lack of light on the second story Melissa was already asleep.
A thrill of electric anticipation shot through him as he stepped up to the front door. Already in character without even realizing it, his eyes swept side to side, making sure no one was around to see him. He put his key in the lock and turned the doorknob by slight increments before pushing it open with the utmost care.
He crept inside, slipping out of his shoes so that only socks remained. On the way up the beige carpeted stairs, he discarded most of his clothing. By the time he hit the top landing, his unbuttoned slacks were all that remained.
Instinctively, his body went into a crouch as he came upon the slightly ajar bedroom door. When he pushed it open, it left out a soft creak. He froze, heart hammering, but the figure on the bed didn't stir so he closed it fully behind him. Illuminated only by the soft yellow glow from the oil lamp that cast about the scent of cinnamon and apples, a red headed figure lay face down on a pillow, wrapped in black sheets.
David felt his dick twitch at the sight before him, precum beading on the tip, and he made a split decision to go ahead and get completely naked. His dick bobbed free in the air as he tossed his underwear onto a pile behind him, and it pointed straight at the bed as if seeking out its target.
With more grace than he knew he had access to, he crawled atop the bed. His hand placement was ever so careful as he inched his way towards her. Planting his knees on either side of her waist, he leaned down and towards her hair and breathed in a lungful of her scent. Unable to help himself, he brushed red strands out of the way until the top of one ear was revealed, then he nibbled on it gently, extracting the softness of moans as she shifted underneath him.
That one small movement brought his attention down to the impression her ass made against the thin sheets. Still being careful not to wake her, he grasped the sheets and tugged them down, lifting himself up briefly before kicking them towards the edge of the bed. The sight that greeted him caused his tongue to dart out, wetting his lips.
Melissa's tits were one thing, but her ass had always brought his dick to attention no matter what. Tonight was no exception. His eyes greedily drank in her form, starting with the too short, black camisole and ending with his gaze fastened on the pale flesh of her ass encased in only a green thong.
Goosebumps broke out across her flesh, mesmerizing him. His arms stretched out of their own accord, hands settling atop the warm mounds of flesh. He bit back a groan as he began kneading her ass, stretching it this way and that. At times, he would lift up and push them apart, exposing the barely covered ring of her asshole and the mound of her pussy beneath the tiny fabric.
"Mmmm." Her soft noise startled him and he froze, fingers still digging into her flesh. But she only wiggled around before going still once more.
"Good girl," he whispered, resuming his ministrations.
When the stimulus finally became too much, he slowly lowered his weight down onto her soft, inviting body. The swells of her ass swallowed his greedy dick and he clenched his ass, thrusting against her. His thrusts started out soft, but his urgency grew as his precum lubricated her cheeks for his glide. When the friction became lacking, his hand found its way to her neck, underneath her hair, and began holding her down in earnest. This time, she woke up.
"What..." She muttered, voice thick with sleep. Then louder, "The hell?"
The second she started struggling against him and he felt her head trying to twist around, he let the rest of his weight rest on her until she was rendered almost completely immobile.
"Fuck," he cursed. "Just like that." The undulations of her body against him was shifting his angle. Each time she tried to thrash, his dick was brushing against the heat of her, maddening him further.
"Get off me," she spat and an unexpected elbow caught him in the ribs.
David hissed out a breath. "Feisty little bitch aren't you?" He eased his weight off her for a moment and she tried desperately, though unsuccessfully, to escape.
Before she could manage to push herself up, he grabbed her legs and yanked. A startled yelp escaped and her hands flew out in front of her to catch herself. But that was the moment he was waiting on, and the second they were above her head he grasped both of her wrists together in one hand and pinned them there, dropping his weight back on her. Never before had he so appreciated her small size.
