Ready For Dinner

Tom sighed as he changed the radio station on his drive home. Traffic was barely moving as cars continued to logjam onto the construction-filled highway. It had been a long day at the office, and he just wanted to be home, relaxing with a drink and the ballgame on.

It was Friday, at the end of a shit day during a shit week. He was glad it was over. To reach the weekend a little quicker, and to hopefully beat some of the traffic, he ducked out the back door of his office building 30 minutes earlier than normal. Alas, it was to no avail. He turned the fan up on the air conditioning as beads of sweat began forming on his brow, the warm sun of the spring day shining down on the interstate, amplified through the glass of his windshield. He could practically taste the cold beer he was planning to drink as soon as he arrived home.

The drive home took about 35 minutes longer than normal as construction on the freeway thwarted anyone's efforts to begin the weekend early. As Tom drove down the tree-lined streets of his neighborhood, less than a mile from home, he realized he had forgotten to pick up the pre-roasted chicken his wife, Lisa, had ordered from a local restaurant for dinner. Oh well, he thought, he'll just call for delivery of that or get some pizzas sent to the house. He wasn't about to face that traffic again.

Meanwhile, his wife, Lisa, was waiting patiently at the house for her husband. He was late again despite her politely asking, then pleading, then demanding he not be late. Yet here she was again, dinner set to be put on the table except for the main entree, yet no chicken nor husband in sight. She was incensed.

Her mind drifted back to the morning when, after demanding that Tom be home on time, she tried a bit of carrot-and-stick approach. As Tom was leaving the house, she whispered in his ear that this evening would be a special dinner. For her, it was. The couple was nearing the end of their first year of marriage, and day-to-day life had become a bit more run-of-the-mill. Tom's attention had been mostly taken away from her and had been redistributed mostly to his job with a little shuffled towards watching college basketball and the start of golf season with his buddies.

Besides, she thought, she wanted to get to bed at a reasonable time because she was scheduled for the 7:30 a.m. yoga class with her best friend, Brittany. How else was she supposed to keep this tight body in shape for her handsome husband? Lisa worked throughout the week at the gift shop owned by Brittany's mother while Brittany was on maternity leave and her mother trying to help Brittany as much as possible, then stayed on even after Brittany returned to the store. Lisa and Tom didn't need to have Lisa work, but she enjoyed having a little extra spending money.

Her thoughts were brought back to her tardy husband as the lights of his car briefly flashed through the dining room windows as he pulled into the drive. Would he even notice she put the nice linens on the table, the good china out, and had raced home to put on a classy, yet sexy, cocktail dress and heels just for his enjoyment? Well, maybe not entirely for his enjoyment, she did enjoy the confidence boost she felt when wearing it, and who could blame her? It hugged her curves perfectly, pushing her full, perky breasts up enough to show she had ample cleavage but not so much that she was fully spilling out. The satin material shaped her body as it cut into her waist, then out just enough to be noticed at a glance, where her hips jutted out, similar to the hourglass emoji her friends, including Brittany, used to address her in their group chat. The lacy lingerie set underneath added to her confidence boost, and she felt as good about herself as she had in a while.

All of that work and effort is for Tom just to come waltzing in late. He probably stopped at the bar two blocks from his office to catch one of the early basketball games and to down a couple of beers with some of his work friends before he came home. She wondered if he even remembered the chicken.

Lisa was also frustrated because she had woken up a little earlier than normal that morning, hoping to deliver the perfect wake-up alarm to her husband. Her hand had snapped to her alarm in a moment's notice, not wanting to wake Tom up - at least not yet. She slowly slipped her head under the covers and rotated her body until she was staring down at his dick - that thick, delicious piece of man meat her husband used to pound her with regularly. She wanted - no, needed - that back on a regular basis. This should do it, she thought.

She lowered her head while very gently picking up Tom's dick with her fingers, slowly running her thumb over the sensitive head as a precursor of what was to come. Her head lowered even more and she extended her tongue out, very gently licking the tip of his dick as Tom continued to sleep.

Her next lick wasn't quite as soft and by the time she was going to lick it for a third time, she quickly abandoned that thought and swallowed it whole, gently sucking. Her tongue slowly began to swirl around as she felt that delicious cock start to grow in her mouth. That instantly made her pussy wet, it always did. That was the moment - when his cock would begin to grow in her mouth, because of her mouth, because of her - that always excited her beyond measure. She felt pride, elation, and electrified in that moment, knowing she could cause such an amazing effect on her husband.

It continued to grow as she continued to gently suck and swirl her tongue. Her pussy continued to get wet as she thought about how she was going to climb on top of it once it was fully hard, letting it impale her once again. This would be a fuck she would be daydreaming about until dinner was over.

However, her daydreams would be dashed as Tom woke up, first moaning before he pulled her head off his dick and yelled obscenities. She was startled, shocked, and confused.

"I'm sorry, babe! I forgot I had an early meeting with the planning committee at work. I'm going to be late!" Tom shouted as he ran into the bathroom.

Frustrated, Lisa fell back on the mattress unfulfilled yet again. She needed to be fucked. More than that, she needed her husband to show that he wanted her. That's when she came up with the idea for a nice dinner for the two of them, where she'd set up a delicious meal, full of his favorites, with a classy, elegant setup to set the mood. Then, she hoped, what would happen after that would be anything but classy and elegant.

She whispered her tease of what was to come in Tom's ear as he raced out of the house. Back in the present, Lisa huffed to herself as she heard the garage door open, upset that her morning tease wasn't enough of a reminder to get Tom home on time.

Tom got out of the car and shut the door, sighing as he was finally home. He braced for his wife, thinking she'd be upset at him for failing to pick up the chicken. Hopefully, she would understand. If not, he'd have to find a way to make it up to her. He loved his wife incredibly, but was ready for this latest project at work to be over so he no longer had to endure its soul-sucking energy drain.

He opened the door to the house from the garage and immediately said, "Lisa, I'm home, babe, and I'm so sorry, traffic and construction drove me crazy, and the chicken slipped my mind. I swear, I'll make it up to you. Can the place deliver it?"

"Tom! What the hell," Lisa shouted. "I told you this morning, I texted you a reminder and you couldn't remember one damn thing, I swear. I planned this special meal just for you, but you couldn't care less about the work that I put in."

He sighed as he received the barrage from his wife. Just not tonight, he thought. Any other night, just not tonight. Tom didn't want to deal with it. His day was draining, now this? Tom did feel bad, and that feeling grew a little more as he walked into the house and remembered that faint last thing his wife told him before he left for work. Crap, he thought. She had been planning something.

"Lisa, I'm so sorry, it's been a helluva day," Tom explained. "I swear I didn't mean to forget. This day just sucked the life out of me."

Tom didn't have the energy to deal with this anymore. However, Lisa kept at it.

"You can't remember something I told you just this morning AND texted you during the day?" she yelled. "How hard is it? Did you just not care? Or did you just feel like grabbing a few beers on your way home with your buddies, not caring about your wife? For fuck's sake Tom, I guess we're out of the honeymoon stage, aren't we?"

After that last statement, Lisa stormed off towards the master suite while Tom just stood there, stunned. They had engaged in fights before, but this was as upset as he'd seen Lisa. But as much as he was shocked, he was equally - if not more - fired up. She didn't even ask what happened, she didn't even care if he was mentally beaten down. And he wasn't going to take it.

Tom stormed towards the master suite as well, his long legs allowing him to catch up to Lisa as she reached the door to the bedroom. With every step he took, his simmering anger elevated in temperature.

"Lisa..." Tom said, as he neared the bedroom door.

"No, Tom. I don't want to hear your excuses," shouted back Lisa.

That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel's back for Tom. Yes, the honeymoon stage may have concluded, but now a new stage was dawning in their relationship. As much as Tom had doted on Lisa in the honeymoon stage, the pendulum was swinging back towards his needs, and Lisa was about to learn that the hard way.

Tom caught up to Lisa as they passed the doorway of their bedroom, an appropriate marker as they were about to pass a new threshold in their relationship. He reached out and grabbed her arm, quickly spinning her around to face him. The fury on her face quickly changed the moment he looked at her husband, melting into a combination of emotions, including astonishment and fear, with a hint of curiosity and excitement twinkling in her eyes.

She tried to pull back, to loosen her arm from Tom's grasp, but that just made him grip tighter, and he wasn't having any of it.

"Where do you think you're going," Tom asked with an intensity Lisa had never seen before.

At that moment, Tom swung his wife around and backed her up against the wall. He was taking control now, whether she liked it or not.

"I've been very accommodating, I've given you the princess treatment, I've fulfilled every wish of yours that I could," Tom said. "All you've done in return is ask for more, more, more. My needs and desires aren't even on your mind, are they? When's the last time you asked me what I wanted?"

Lisa frantically searched her mind, but no answer came. Oh shit, she thought to herself, have I been that selfish? Still, that's no reason for this outburst. With that last thought, a flash of fire shone through her eyes. She tried to look away so Tom wouldn't see that, but it was too late.

Seeing that flare of obstinance just fueled Tom's fire. She still thinks she is in control here, he thought. She needs to learn her place. Now.

At that moment Tom grabbed her by the neck and pushed her back against the wall and slightly lifted her body upward as his fingers squeezed the sides of her neck, applying enough pressure to get her attention but not enough to fully cut off her airways.

His grip on her neck certainly got her attention. Her pulse was racing even faster than it had been during her tirade and march towards the bedroom. She began sensing that feeling between her legs that Tom normally caused in her, just not in this type of situation. Lisa also instantly felt her nipples harden. Was this turning her on?

Her body's response became visible to Tom. His pulse had been racing since she first began yelling but now it was racing for a different reason. In his fury his blood had rushed to his head. Now, as he gazed upon her nipples poking out from her shirt, he came to the realization this really was turning her on, which sparked the flow of his blood to his other head.

Tom kept his grip on her neck as he moved in close to Lisa. With one hand around her neck he reached down between her legs with his other hand, deftly sliding his fingers behind her panties and applying pressure on her pussy. He could already feel her juices drip onto his hand.

"Is this what really turns you on," he sneered to his wife. "Is this what really gets you off? Deep down are you really just a little whore that likes to be punished? Well I'm not going to just give you what you want, I'm going to give you what you need."

With that, he slipped his hand out from between her legs and released her neck, while pulling her arm along with him as he stomped toward their king-sized bed. Lisa, still in shock at Tom's response to all of this, could only try to stay upright and not fall while being pulled across the room while wearing her high heels.

As he reached the bed, Tom swung around and sat down, pulling Lisa face down upon his lap. Now was the time to show her who really was in charge. Now was the time she learned to treat him with the respect he deserved.

Once she landed in his lap, he immediately flipped the bottom part of her dress up, revealing her plump ass to him. Her panties were actually just a thong and it had disappeared between the crevice of her ass. Good, he thought. This will be good for her.

Before Lisa could say anything in protest Tom lifted his right hand high in the air and, without notice or warning, swung it down hard on the most fleshy part of her ass. The "THWACK" of his hand hitting her skin reverberated in his mind the instant he heard it, even though it could have been drowned out by Lisa howling in response. As he lifted his hand up, he could already see a reddish mark forming on her skin where his hand landed.

"Don't think you don't deserve this," Tom said. "You've earned every bit of this and more. Don't enjoy this too much, whore."

With that, his hand swung back up and right back down on her ass, landing in the exact same spot it originally landed. Lisa yelped in response, her body spasming as he delivered his punishment. Tom could feel the twitch and spasms of his body, but at this point didn't feel the growing wetness between her legs. Confusion ripped through Lisa as she didn't understand why this kept turning her on more and more.

"If you want this to end quickly, you better start counting each spank I deliver," stated Tom, firmly.

"Oh...okay," Lisa stuttered, still not able to wrap her mind around the events taking place both in the room and within her own body.

"Three," she meekly said as Tom delivered another blow to her ass.

"I can't here you," Tom said, barely hearing what she said. He swiftly delivered another smack to his wife's ass.

"FOUR!" Lisa shouted as loudly as she could, feeling another smack rain down on her ass.

"Oh, fuck no!" Tom shouted. "If you can't say the number correctly, it doesn't count and we start from the beginning."

"How... how many am I getting?" Lisa asked her husband, a tremble in her voice.

"You're getting as many as I feel you need to get," Tom sternly replied. "Now count!"

"One!" Lisa loudly said as his next smack hit her other ass cheek. Lisa wasn't sure if that was a relief with a break from her already red ass cheek, or even worse as now both of her ass cheeks began stinging.

"Two!... Three!" Lisa continued counting out loud as Tom's hand began going faster and faster.

While he continued delivering his punishment, Tom began to notice a new olfactory sense reach his brain. A new, but familiar scent reached his nostrils, and his mind raced to place its origin. After a few more smacks he finally figured out what that smell was - it was the scent of his wife's pussy, emanating that womanly fragrance that always became stronger when she was incredibly wet and turned on. So she's really enjoying this, he thought.

As that thought came into focus in his mind, it had an effect on him. He hadn't stopped his spanking but as he continued, his dick instantly began growing. He was sure Lisa would feel it, but he didn't care. It didn't matter what she felt or didn't feel, she wasn't going to be making any decisions tonight. Tom decided that he was going to get what he wanted, on his terms, and there was no better time to do that than now.

His next spank was delivered, and he let his hand linger on her ass for an extra second before reaching back up and swinging it back down again.

"Nine!" Lisa said as he delivered his latest swat before thinking his hand might have lingered just a second longer than it had been, but she wasn't sure. She didn't have time to think about it as her thoughts were interrupted by yet another smack.

"Ten!" she counted, and she felt the hand come down once again. He had been alternating which side of her ass he smacked with each swat, making both cheeks equally red and her skin stinging. This time, she was sure she felt his hand linger a little bit longer.

With his next smack, Tom not only let his hand linger on her ass, he slightly rubbed it up and down just ever so briefly. He repeated that with his next spank, working his hand up and down a little bit more. A few more spanks later, his hand was just moving down her ass with his fingers sliding towards her pussy. His fingers moved closer and closer to that area where her underwear was barely visible and now completely drenched in her juices.

"Seventeeeeooooohhhh!" Lisa said in a half-spoken word, half moan as Tom's fingers had moved their way down to the wet patch of material pretending to be underwear between her legs, pressing against that saturated cloth once his fingertips felt her wetness.

The next spank was quickly delivered and he made sure his hand left no pretense to what his next goal was, immediately sliding between her legs and pressing even harder against her pussy, causing another moan and her hips to try to press back against his hand.

Lisa had been enjoying the spanking before, but now she was completely hypnotized by the physical reaction her body was having to his physical punishment.

Another swat and his fingers immediately dove between her legs, this time sliding under the material of her thong and pressing even more into her, Tom feeling his middle finger easily slide between her pussy lips due to her incredible wetness. He wasn't sure if he had ever felt her this wet before.

If anyone had been watching this transpire, they might have thought Lisa was humping Tom's legs with each blow delivered. Instead, she was desperately trying to feel more pressure on her wet pussy, which by now was throbbing with need. She was desperate to be fucked and fucked hard, but knew she had no say in the matter. Instead, she could only hope the slight writhing of her fit body would provide too much temptation for Tom to refuse and she knew all of it combined was working as she couldn't help but notice his now incredibly large, hard cock pressing into her stomach.

She slightly gasped as Tom removed his finger from her pussy and hand from her body before bringing it back down on her ass yet again.

"TWENTY!" she cried out as Tom connected with her fleshy behind once again, before moving his fingers back to that pulsing, dripping area between her legs that yearned for more attention.

Tom once again tried to slide his fingers back over his pussy but his ring unexpectedly got caught in the fabric of her thong.

"This bullshit is in my way," declared Tom, grapping the thong and ripping it off her body with one swift motion of his hand. As his hand came back with the ripped fabric, he opened his fist to let the material fly across the room before he brought his open palm back on her ass once more.

With no fabric to obstruct him this time, his fingers dove back between her legs only this time, he didn't just press his middle finger between her wet pussy lips. Instead he slid his finger deep into her pussy, simultaneously curling his remaining fingers back towards his hand.