Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales

by M Jet

  "Now listen," he interjected excitedly. "Before you say no, mom said she'll keep the kids all day, we can sleep as late as we want. And as soon as you get there and have a couple beers, you'll feel like a million bucks. A night out will do you a world of good!"

  His face was so sunny and optimistic. "Des…"

  "Baby, please!" he implored. She sighed and looked dejected. Desmond stood up and walked behind her, beginning to massage her shoulders which tensed beneath his touch. "Simone, please. Please come out with me tonight." He knelt to his knees so his lips were right next to her ear, his hand coming to a still, resting on her shoulders. Her eyes welled with tears. "I need you, Simone." He reached to brush away a tear as it slipped down her cheek. "How long has it been since I played for you? Sang for you? Made love to you?"

  Simone stared at him. "Oh so that's what this is all about? Sex?"

  Des' mouth dropped open. He slowly stood and backed away from her. "Wow, Simone. That hurts."

  Simone stood also. "Well? Is it? Is that all you care about? Can't you understand?"

  Des' face was stony. "Sure, Simone, I understand. But, how long do I have to go on 'understanding' before I stop 'understanding' and start assuming you don't love me anymore?"

  "Desmond!"

  He glared at her. "Well, do you love me? Do you still want to be with me?"

  Simone sobbed. "Des!" she exclaimed. "Of course I love you! Of course I want to be with you! But…"

  "But? But what? But you can't give me one night? Just one night to hold you in my arms and make you fall in love with me again?"

  Simone's body wracked with great shuddering sobs as she stared helplessly at Des.

  He groaned. "Maybe I won't be home tonight, Simone. What the fuck difference would it make?"

  "Desmond!" Simone cried again.

  But the answer was the slamming door as Des grabbed his keys and left.

  ***

  Simone tried to hide her tears from the kids the remainder of the evening. She brought them to bed with her and cuddled them against her as they fell asleep and finally, she let the tears fall. In honesty, Simone could see why Des was so frustrated. She could count on one hand how many times she'd made love with Des since Rose's birth almost three years earlier. There wasn't anything physically wrong with her and she'd long since been treated and recovered from depression. Des was incredibly sexy to her. She just wasn't… Horny.

  At three A.M. Rose awakened for a sippy and Simone saw both kids still in her bed with her. She wandered through the dark house to the kitchen realizing Des wasn't home yet.

  At six A.M. she woke before the kids, noting still they slumbered next to her. She dragged herself out of bed once more wondering if Des was sleeping on the couch. Simone trudged through the whole house to find that Des had made good on his threat.

  After fifteen years of marriage, for the first time ever, Des didn't come home.

  ***

  After the kids were up and she'd given them breakfast and gotten them dressed, she sat on the back porch sipping coffee. She desperately wanted to call her husband, but decided to give him space. Instead, she turned on her iPad and typed "get my mojo back" into Google.

  She browsed through a plethora of blogs and websites suggesting anything from alone time with her spouse to anti-depressants. There didn’t seem to be anything new that she hadn't already tried.

  Then she happened upon a shop inside an online retailer called Etsy. The shop was called Under the Sun and Moon. Simone wondered why this had come up in her mojo search. Further investigation concluded the shop belonged to a witch.

  "Hmmm… Interesting…" she murmured.

  She browsed through the listings of handmade magical items crafted by the artisan witch. When she came to a listing called "Love Amulet" she was intrigued.

  The picture displayed a small pink stone with a pink crochet cover, heart charm, and a jingle bell. The description read, "Amulets are pendants which can be displayed, worn, or used in magical ceremonies or rituals. Another suggested use would be to place the amulet under your pillow as you sleep at night. This listing is for one handmade love amulet made by me. I crochet a decorative holder for a piece of tumbled rose quartz, known for its properties of giving strength and longevity in love. Each amulet is adorned with a pink heart charm as well as pink beads to represent love, passion, and femininity, and a gently jingling bell to call the attention of the universe to the need for strength in love. While creating my amulets, I use my psychic abilities to focus my intention for the piece. For this piece, the intention is to give someone strength to prevail in a loving healthy relationship and to find sexual contentment with her partner. Each amulet has a crocheted loop so that the amulet can be attached to a chain of your choosing, but they also come with a matching crochet cord which can be slid on or off the piece. I believe there is a specific soul already chosen to benefit from this love strength amulet and look forward to sending this blessing into the universe. Blessed be." Simone stared at the picture of the amulet, her finger hovering over the "buy now" icon. She pondered everything she'd tried to feel like herself again.

  "What the hell?" she said to herself, adding the charm to her virtual cart.

  Simone continued to search the witch's listings and her eyes grew wide when she encountered an item called "Horny Corn." She giggled as she read the description. "Horny Corn is my special recipe for aphrodisiac popcorn. This spicy and exotic flavor contains an enticing and captivating mix of Vandouvan, Paprika, Black Pepper, and an added sexual kick from a touch of garlic; with this mix a romantic time shall surely be enjoyed. As if the aphrodisiac effects provided by nature were not enough, a spell of love, romance, and sexual excitement has been cast on every serving of Horny Corn! Enjoy this popcorn with your lover. To serve, simply shake your included container of oil and herbs, pour into a serving bowl, and toss the popcorn. For an added romantic experience, try this flavor with the herbal flavor! You will receive unpopped popcorn which can be prepared in the microwave and an oil and herb mixture. This item is romantically packaged and if you want to give it as a gift, it is all set! May your time together be lovely always, blessed be!"

  Simone laughed out loud at the Horny Corn listing, but didn't hesitate to add it to her cart and pay for her purchase.

  ***

  Des didn't return until noon. Simone was playing in the yard with the kids when he walked out the back door. He walked straight to her and wrapped his arms around her.

  "I'm sorry, baby," he said, burying his face in her strawberry scented hair.

  "It's OK, Des," she replied softly, holding him tightly.

  "No its not, Simone. Don't you wanna know where I was?"

  She shook her head against his chest. "You don't have to say, Des, I trust you."

  "I stayed at my mom's," he blurted.

  The couple chuckled. "I figured it was something like that, honey. I'm not mad. I promise. Everything's gonna be ok," Simone calmly assured.

  ***

  Simone's witchy items arrived within three days. She gave an excited squeal as she extracted the package from the mailbox and took it inside.

  Placing it on the kitchen counter, she opened the package. An earthy, herbal aroma escaped the folds of silver wrapping paper. She found her amulet nestled inside a small decorative jewelry box. Simone closed the small stone in her fist and placed it against her heart. She closed her eyes and pictured Desmond, imagined his strong hands, firm kiss, and hard body against her. She realized how intense her longing to return to the woman she'd once been for him really was and sent an unspoken wish that the amulet would work its magic.

  Simone tucked the Horny Corn into a kitchen cabinet and went to put her amulet under her pillow, just as the listing had suggested.

  ***

  The next morning, after Simone got Des off to work, and Blade to school, she got Rose situated at the table coloring and got into the shower. She leaned her body back and enjoyed the feeling of the hot water showering down on her
. She massaged her own scalp as her black hair became wet and clung to her body almost to her waist. She glanced down at her own shining skin as the water soaked her. She took a sharp intake of breath as the streaming water made her nipples taunt. She lathered her hands and rubbed them over herself, massaging her full breasts, imagining Des touching her.

  Simone stepped out of the shower thrilled with the stir of excitement within her. For the first time in ages, she felt like being pretty. She dried off and donned a skimpy black sundress that clung to her body and accentuated the swell of her round breasts. She dried her hair into a mass of soft curls instead of placing it in her usual bun. Then, she lightly dusted her cheeks with pink blush and colored her full lips bright red. She outlined her sharp blue eyes with black and stood back to examine the result in the mirror.

  "Not too shabby for a housewife," she said grinning.

  Simone went back to the kitchen. "Ooooh, Mommy pretty!" said awestruck Rose.

  "Thank you, princess!" Simone replied, delighted, bending to kiss the top of Rose's head.

  Simone went to retrieve the Horny Corn. She stood considering the prettily wrapped package. She had thought about eating the popcorn with Des, but worried he'd laugh at her. She decided she felt compelled to eat the popcorn right then. He wasn't the one who needed the mojo anyway.

  Simone gently untied the red ribbons and unwrapped the red and pink heart paper to find an unpopped pack of popcorn, and a bottle containing what appeared to be some sort of spicy oil. Simone popped the popcorn, reserving a small bowl of the corn for Rose without the magical oil. The rest, she tossed in the aromatic oil.

  "We have popcorn for breakfast, mommy?" Rose asked excitedly.

  Simone giggled. "Yep, today we do," she replied, serving the plain popcorn to Rose.

  Simone placed a piece of Horny Corn on her tongue. It had a spicy, exotic flavor that made her tongue tingle. She grinned as she ate four more pieces in quick succession. She found herself wishing Des were home for reasons other than the usual just generally missing him.

  Throughout the morning, Simone snacked on the bowl of popcorn while she played with Rose. She was invigorated with a vibrant energy she hadn't known for ages. She picked up the house and took Rose for a long bike ride. She couldn't get Des off her mind.

  Simone wore Rose out by noon and laid her down for her nap. She picked up her cell phone, fingertips tingling at just the thought of texting her husband. She posed herself and snapped a photo with the phone then attached it to a message.

  "Des, I'd like to suck you off" she typed, then hit send, her cheeks flaming red. She didn't expect to hear back from him anytime soon, but she thrilled as she imagined the look on his face and his body's reaction to her message.

  Simone slipped into her bed and opened the drawer of her night stand where she retrieved a small pink vibrator. Her breath was already rapid as she considered the object that had done nothing but gather dust for a long time. Her heart raced. She felt flushed. She was warm all over her body. She soaked up the shady quiet of the dark bedroom.

  Simone felt purely naughty as she slipped off the thong she was wearing and slowly drew up her skirt, but she knew she had to unleash something that had been trapped inside her for too long.

  Nervously, Simone touched herself. Her skin was hot to the touch and her muscles contracted sweetly at the very slightest contact. She found herself already wet and wanting.

  She began to relax as she spread her legs and massaged her clit, a soft moan escaping her red lips. She switched on the vibrator and exalted at the low buzzing sound. She knew she could give herself a thundering orgasm quickly. As she applied the tiny nubs on the tip of the twirling vibrator to her clit, she got lost.

  Until she heard a sharp intake of breath.

  "Holy fuck, Des!" She exclaimed, scrambling to cover herself.

  Her husband stood in the bedroom doorway, his eyes on fire, body poised to pounce. "Don't stop," he murmured.

  Simone blushed furiously once again, pulling more covers around her. "Des, what are you doing here?" she asked, nearly dead from the humiliation.

  His lips parted a fraction. "A man gets a text that a gorgeous woman wants to put her red red lips on his cock, he comes home," Des said in a sultry growl. He advanced toward the bed and yanked the covers away. "Now, don't stop."

  "Des…" she protested bashfully.

  He took a couple more steps and jerked her dress back up and spread her legs. "Simone, make yourself come. I want to watch. Do it now," he demanded in a voice barely above a whisper. The heat in her stare matched his as she turned the vibrator back on.

  Simone reclined into the pillows as she connected the vibrator once more with her throbbing center. She was possibly more turned on than ever in her life, and she knew she'd oblige her husband easily.

  She swirled the vibrating object against her slick clit slowly, clenching her eyes shut as the friction within her built. She became hot and felt ready to lose control. She writhed beneath the feelings and as she felt her orgasm coming, she resisted the urge to pull the vibrator away and then the muscles spasmed and the ecstasy flowed as she leaned her head back keening and gasping.

  "Oh, fuck," Des whispered frantically undoing his pants and letting them fall, exposing a long, rock hard shaft. Before the last waves of her blinding orgasm had even rolled away, he was straddling her face and she wrapped her red lips around his huge cock. She moaned against him as she feverishly sucked and he rocked his hips, thrusting back and forth into her mouth.

  He braced himself against the wall. "Oh baby, oh Simone, good girl, baby, good girl," he moaned. She felt him grow even harder in her mouth and suddenly he pulled out. He moved in a fluid motion, pulling her up and onto her knees. He pulled her dress up and pushed her down onto all fours, not hesitating before plunging himself deep inside her.

  "Oh, Des!" she cried.

  "I love that red lip stick," he purred. Then he began to thrust. Over and over he slammed into her at a frantic pace until he came as quickly as she had.

  ***

  Simone lay naked in Des' arms, both of them laughing at their elicit naptime tryst. "What's gotten into you, baby," he asked, nuzzling her long neck.

  Simone smiled mysteriously. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

  Des kissed her tenderly. "Alright, woman. Keep your secrets. Whatever it is, I love it."

  He dressed and returned to work.

  ***

  Thursday evening, Simone left the kids with Des at bedtime to run to the grocery store. She wandered up and down the aisles, gathering the items on her list. As she dropped a loaf of bread into her cart, she got a text alert and saw it was from Des.

  "I want to wreck your pussy."

  Simone shuddered and felt herself become wet right there among the wheat and whole grains. Demure housewife or not, there was nothing hotter than a dirty text from Desmond Miller. She rushed to check out and was soon sliding the car into the garage.

  Buzzing with anticipation, Simone gathered some bags of groceries and drifted into the house. Everything was quiet except for Led Zeppelin playing softly somewhere. It was also dark except for flickering candles that cast a seductive glow and heavenly fragrance. Simone set the sacks on the counter and looked around silently. She expected Des to pounce on her, but there was no sign of him. After a moment, she shrugged and returned to the garage for the rest of the groceries. She reentered the kitchen and placed the last of the groceries next to the other sacks on the stove. She peered around once more, and then began putting away the groceries, enjoying the sense of wondering what was going on.

  Des slipped into the kitchen like a thief. She was unaware of him until he was against her, his hands on her arms. She sighed as he brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck.

  Des turned her around and covered her lips with his own. She closed her eyes and gave her mouth freely to his exploring tongue. As he kissed her, he slowly reached beneath her skirt and pulled down her G-string. She began to tr
emble as he shoved groceries aside and lifted her effortlessly, her ass hot against the cold glass of the flat top stove.

  His eyes burned into hers as he put his hands between her knees and gently spread them. He never took his eyes off hers as he traced fingers down the inside of her legs, gripping her calves and spreading her as open as she could go. "Oh, Des," she murmured.

  Only then did he look away as he lowered himself to his knees and pulled her forward so that she was perched on the edge of the stove.

  He licked her inner thighs while keeping her legs spread. She strained against his hands, shy about her openness, but he only spread her further. He gently kissed and licked, teasing her relentlessly. She threw her head back, feeling weak, trembling against his control.

  "I want you to come on my face," Des growled. Simone moaned.

  He swirled the tip of his tongue torturously along the edge of her swollen clit and in and out of her exposed crevices of pleasure. He moaned too as he tasted her wetness. As he continued to tantalize her clit, devilishly ignoring her wanton opening, she began to whimper. Her insides were flickering like the candles all around her and she could feel her pleasure building. "Des, please," she finally begged.

  Des closed his lips over her cunt, alternating licking and sucking until she was rocked by an explosive orgasm and he savored her creamy juices, finally freeing her legs to cup her ass and bury his face in her.

  Des leapt up taking his wife in his arms and carrying her to the dining room. Simone was one electrified nerve ending, every sensation threatening to send her plummeting right back over the edge. He set her gently on her feet next to the table where she stood impatiently waiting to see what he had in store next. She watched with wide eyes as he disrobed and exposed his perfect thick, long object of her most intense desire.

  Des took her shoulders and gently pushed her face down onto the table, the wood cool against her hot flesh. He took her hands and directed her arms over her head, linking her fingers over the table's opposite edge. "Hold on, love," Des whispered in her ear, sending a shiver through all the parts of her his hard body was touching.