by Xondra Day
In and out, in and out. The sensation vibrating up through her was incredible.
“You’ve a lovely cunt, hot and tight. Tell me how much you love me finger fucking you. I want to hear you say it.”
“No. Don’t make me say it,” Daria pleaded, shaking her head back and forth. “It’s humiliating.”
“Say it! Tell me how much you love my fingers inside your pussy.”
Her pussy was on fire, she wanted to come. But to come right now was to admit defeat. She wouldn’t allow herself to give in. Not yet.
“I… I love you finger fucking me. It feels so damn good.” Daria bit down on her bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me with your big, hard cock. I want you to pummel me with it.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” said Tom, his voice seething with satisfaction.
Wincing, Daria groaned as she felt Tom’s fingers pinching her nipples through her bra. She throbbed all over—her nipples, her clit. She craved cock. She needed Tom to go deep, just like Jace had at the office.
Sitting back beside her, Tom casually stroked his cock with one hand while toying with Daria’s pussy with the other. When he rolled over on top of her, Daria faked a struggle. But when she felt his shaft sinking into her, she arched her back, crying out with pleasure.
“You like that don’t ya? My cock opening you up.” In a downward motion, Tom ploughed, his balls slapping against Daria’s ass.
He gasped. Daria cried out.
“Fuck me you bastard, you wanted to have me, so fuck me. Breed my hot cunt!”
In one languid movement, Tom grabbed her by the ankles, pushing her legs back and upwards. She was totally exposed to him. Pulling out his cock, she watched him glance down at her now gaping hole.
“That’s a hot scene,” he commented, a wicked grin crossing his lips.
Grunting, her eyes rolled back into her head when he slid into her again. Daria burned for him, and then it came, trickling up from her inner core. Tom must have felt it too because within a minute he shot off inside her, convulsing his hot seed from his throbbing cock, filling her.
They lay still now, side by side, husband and wife gasping, each reveling in after-glow. Daria struggled to sit up. Her hands still taped.
“Tom, my hands. Would you please?” She gestured to her hands. “It’s starting to get uncomfortable.”
Retrieving a small silver letter opener from the coffee table, Tom soon had her free from the restraints.
“Did I take you by surprise?” Tom looked like the cat that ate the canary. It was amusing. “The Doc said for us to keep things exciting and this little scenario came to mind last night while we were making love.”
Daria thought for a moment. “At first I wondered if it was real and for a bit I thought there really was an intruder. However, you have a very distinct scent...and cock.”
She grinned.
“That’s why I decided to toss that hideous mask. I didn’t think that one out well enough. The mask made it uncomfortable.”
“It was horrible,” chimed Daria. “You know how much I hate clowns. They creep me the hell out.”
“It was part of the game. I wanted to scare you. I think I was somewhat successful.”
“You did good. It’s nice that you took the time to plan this, to think about us and our needs.” Daria slipped one around Tom’s waist, cuddling into him.
****
A large part of their therapy sessions had been about breaking boundaries. Dr. Rogers encouraged them to lean outside their comfort zones. So they did. The strange thing was, it worked, over and over again!
Chapter Three
“Damn it to hell,” yelled Daria, stressed to the max, she didn’t know what to do next. Due to a miscommunication, the agency had failed to send over a model to replace the one who had gained fifteen pounds, and the hunk showed this morning with a bitchy attitude, which was not sitting well with the photographer, Raphael.
“I can’t work with the likes of him,” explained Raphael. “He won’t listen to me.” It was obvious he was ready to toss everything in the air and call it a day.
“We have a deadline,” replied Daria. “We need these photos. It has to be done today.”
He flashed a disapproving look, rolling his eyes. “Only for you, Daria. Otherwise, I’d be telling him just where to get off. But if it’s any consolation, we can do this shoot with one model. I can make it work.”
“You’re a fucking genius as always.” Daria patted him on the back. “You know it and I know it. I trust you. Whatever you decide will be wonderful.” Kissing ass was just another part of the job.
“Angela,” called Daria. In a moment her assistant was there. “Be a dear and get me a cup of coffee. I’ll be in my office.”
In truth, Angela was a great assistant, terrific and most efficient. She worked hard, never complained. Both were admirable qualities and so hard to find these days.
Now behind her desk, Daria skimmed through some papers and had just opened her email when she looked up to see Angela setting down the cup of steaming coffee.
“Is that new?” asked Angela.
Daria scanned her surroundings, attempting to figure out what Angela was referring to. “Is what new?”
“Your scarf. It’s gorgeous.”
Thumbing the silken fabric, Daria smiled. “Why yes it is. It’s Gucci. If you like it, you can have it.” Daria pulled the scarf from her neck, holding it out to Angela. “Go ahead, take it. I have many more. It’ll look nice against your skin tone. Consider it a bonus for the great job you do around here. I admit I don’t often compliment you.”
Gingerly, Angela accepted the scarf. “But it’s so expensive. I can only imagine what it must have cost. It’s my first Gucci,” she proclaimed with pride.
“I prefer Chanel.” Daria shrugged her shoulders. “But wear it in good health. You’re a good assistant. I don’t say it often enough.”
“Thank you, Ms. Desmond. I don’t know what to say. This is all so—”
“Strange and unlike me? Yes, I know,” finished Daria, cutting her off. “Now back to business. Could you please check in on Raphael to see how things are going with that model? If there’s any issue whatsoever, come back and get me.”
“Right away. I’ll see to it right away.”
Daria sat back in the chair. She felt good. She smiled. Perhaps she needed to lighten up in every aspect of her life. The past couldn’t rule her forever.
The working day was soon over and standing just outside the office building, Daria flicked open her cell to give Tom a call. Looking up into the grey evening sky, she moaned, feeling the light flakes of snow melting on her face as they gently fell.
“Hey, I’m on my way home. I figured we would order Chinese and have a nice relaxing night together.” She listened as he agreed with her. “And break out a bottle of wine. I need to unwind.”
Daria flicked the cell shut, tossing it back to its place in her bag. She felt downright giddy, a feeling that was unusual for her, but she liked it. Tonight would be about her and Tom. Just the two of them. A lazy night, spent inside with just each other.
The cab ride was uneventful, yet Daria smiled during the ride looking out the window at the passersby. She wanted to get home before the weather became worse.
“We’re in for one heck of a wallop,” said the cabbie, taking a backward glance at her.
“Are we?” she asked.
“An all-nighter, according to the radio. It’s a great night to stay inside, veggin’ if you ask me.”
“That’s the plan.” Daria reached in her bag, pulled out a twenty when she saw her building come into view. “Keep the change.” She handed him the bill. She stepped out of the cab, and then on second thought popped her head back in before shutting the door, and added, “Have yourself a wonderful evening and night.”
****
As per their routine, Tom was quick to greet her. “Is there anything wrong? You didn’t sound quite right on the phone. It got me wor
rying about you.”
“I’m fine. I’ve just been reflecting on myself and the type of person I am or that I’ve become.” She felt slightly confused and disheartened with herself. “There are so many things I need to change…”
“You’re being silly. You’re nothing less than perfect. Just look at you, Daria. You’re gorgeous. You must realize how many women out there envy you. They’d kill to have what you have in life.”
“Yes.” She nodded, at first agreeing with him, but she suddenly regretted the words. “I mean, no. That’s not what I meant at all.”
Then it came, washing over her out of nowhere, emotions intermingled with tears. Daria leaned into her husband, and when she felt his arms tighten around her, she could only look up at him and see the man that she had loved for all those years and still did love. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me. At work today, I felt strange and for the first time in years I reflected on myself and what I have become. I haven’t been a good wife to you, Tom.”
“Sweetie, I don’t understand. What’s upset you? Let’s sit and talk about it.” Tom guided her down the hallway into the living room.
“I’ve not been good to you, Tom. I know that and I admit it.”
“That’s utter nonsense. We talked all this out with Dr. Rogers. Things are better. We’ve opened up, we communicate. And heck, we have both explored ourselves in every way imaginable. I for one, think we’re doing pretty damned good. I like our little forays into the erotic unknown.” He pinched her arm in a playful gesture. Daria slapped back at him and smiled.
“Oh baby.” Tom waggled his brows at her. “Do that again. I love it when you get rough.”
“Nut!” Daria wiped away her tears. She did love him. Perhaps it took everything they went through to finally realize it.
Tom had taken the liberty of ordering the Chinese before her arrival and now they both sat on the floor, drinking wine and partaking in Chow’s delivery.
“It’s really coming down out there.” Daria walked to one of many windows fronting the condo in the living room. “By tomorrow the city will be shut down.”
“Would you look at that?” Tom was now at her side. “This has to be the biggest storm so far this year and possibly will be for the whole winter. I’d hate to be out in that tonight. Brrrr! I get chilled just thinking about it.”
“I think it’s pretty. Cold I’m sure, but the flakes themselves are pretty.”
Tom laughed, nudging her. “But you hate the snow. You always grumble about it. The flakes are freaking huge.”
“When I was a girl, I’d stick my tongue out waiting for them to land. Even though I didn’t have the best childhood, everything seemed so simple back then. No commitments, no bills and no work.” She leaned back into Tom’s arms. “And then we have to go and grow up.”
“It’s just a fact of life. We all have to grow up some time.”
“It still sucks.” Turning, she now faced Tom. “But the bonus is, being an adult we get to do stuff like this.” Tom jumped when she grabbed his balls through his trousers. Instantly he hardened under her touch. “Let’s adjourn to the bedroom now, shall we? I want tonight to just be about us. You and I, not one other soul in this world.”
Under the bed sheets they came together, a flitter of their wedding night flickered through Daria’s thoughts. On that particular night, she entered her marriage bed a virgin. She was so nervous. Tom was to be her first.
In Tom’s arms she felt safe. “I love you,” she whispered in the darkness.
Tom’s lips now hovered over hers. They collided together, a heat burning between them, their chemistry more apparent than ever before. Already she craved him, the urge apparent between her legs, the need to take Tom inside her, to pleasure them both.
Tom’s hands went to her breasts, massaging them, his fingers toying with each nipple. Thrusting against him, her hand moved down to touch him. He shuddered when she connected with him, which forced a giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I’m reminded of our wedding night. Do you remember what it was like?”
He sighed. “Did you have to bring that up? I was totally awkward with zero experience and you had even less than zero if I remember correctly.”
“I was a virgin.”
“But a damn good one, if I may add.”
Daria shoved him playfully, and then reached up to caress his cheek. “We’re meant for each other, you and me.”
Once again she ached for him. For his body, his kiss—his everything.
A moan escaped her lips as he went down on her. Anticipating his tongue on her clit, and his magical fingers, Daria closed her eyes and smiled.
When he connected with her, she spread her legs for him allowing him total access.
Looking to her left through the darkness of the bedroom, Daria could see the snowflakes, now fast and furious gliding against the windows. Outside the storm raged on, but it was nothing compared to the one which now raged between them, a storm forged out of passion and love.
“Oh Tom.” A moan escaped her lips again. “You do that so well. Suck my clit. Nibble on it, just like that.”
“I know what you like. I know you better than you know yourself,” replied Tom. “I know you love it when I do this.” One finger slid across her asshole.
She squealed, reaching to tweak both of her nipples. “Oh yeah, toy with my ass while you eat my cunt.”
The combined sensation of his tongue and fingers working her ass was enough to drive her over the edge into insatiable insanity. Letting loose with a guttural groan, Daria allowed her first orgasm to wash throughout her.
“You’re wet.” Tom was on his knees now, her legs straddling his waist. She looked down to see him positioning his cock, aiming for her quivering pussy. With one push he was inside.
Daria bore down on him, drawing him closer to her. She cried out, she called Tom’s name. And with every thrust, she begged him for more.
“Flood me, seed me with your hot cum.” Her voice was demanding. “Fill me you hot stud!”
“Mmmm, I love dirty talk.” A wide grin could be seen on Tom’s face as he grunted, slamming his cock into Daria. “Just hearing you speak like that puts me right on edge.”
Daria tightened herself around his cock, milking him, holding him with her pussy. With one deep thrust, he grunted and held his position. She felt him jetting his hot juice inside her.
They listened to the storm outside. Tom spooned her as they both rolled onto their sides. It wasn’t long before his rhythmic breathing could be heard. Tom was asleep.
Daria smiled, feeling Tom’s warmth. This was her husband, her lover and mate. With that knowledge she felt truly sated in every way. With a wondrous feeling of contentment, she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Four
Sebastien’s, for as long as Daria and Rita had been coming there for their weekly lunches, hardly ever seemed to change.
Sitting across from her, Rita fiddled with the cutlery. She wiped hard with her linen napkin, polishing it only stopping momentarily to examine her handiwork.
Some of the other patrons had taken notice.
“Rita,” said Daria, her voice low. “What are you doing? People are looking at you.”
“It’s all spotty,” explained Rita, holding out a salad fork.
“Then send it back.”
Rita paused, placing the fork back in its place. “Yes. That never crossed my mind. I’m so sorry, my mind's elsewhere today. It’s been elsewhere for a fucking long time.”
Daria frowned. Her friend never cursed. This was highly unusual behavior.
“I’ve been having problems with Ian. It’s been ongoing between us. I think we’re headed for divorce, and he’s just waiting for the holidays to end before filing the papers. The kids will be devastated. And the sad thing is…I love him. I hate myself for it, but I do.”
Daria was shocked. Rita and Ian always appeared to have the perfect marriage and relatio
nship.
“Oh dear, I never expected to hear this.” She reached out to catch Rita’s hand across the table. “How long has it been this way?”
“The past year, give or take. At first I thought, okay it’s just a lull. I mean…we all have them in our marriages. Nothing’s ever perfect. But then, it didn’t stop. Ian started staying late at work. I have reason to think he’s screwing around. What a fucking cliché. You’d think that alone would propel me into divorce.”
At a loss for words, Daria didn’t dare pass judgment on a situation that hit so close to home. “Why do you think Ian is having an affair?”
Rita lowered her head, her tone low as she spoke. “Well… there was lipstick on one of his shirt collars. I was sorting through the laundry and there it was, bright fucking slut red, if you can imagine that. Who even wears that shade? And like I said, the late nights at work. I questioned him about work. He tells me they are overloaded this time of year. Whatever that means? Frankly, I call it bullshit. When I call his office, I get voicemail. If I call his cell I either get no answer or it’s turned off. One thing is for certain, though. I don’t want to give him up.”
Daria felt for Rita. A thought came to her and instantly she opened her bag, hunting through the contents until she found what she was looking for.
There it was, the small white business card that Dr. Rogers had given her with his office information. If he could help her marriage, perhaps it could help Rita and Ian. It couldn’t hurt.
She handed the card to Rita. “I’m not sure if this will help but this man was a lifesaver with me and Tom. I know marriage counseling seems so gauche, but it did work. Dr. Rogers is a wonderful man and very understanding.”
“So I just call him?” asked Rita, glancing at the card.
“Tell him that I referred you to him. He isn’t cheap, but like I said, he saved our marriage.”
“I’ll try anything. I’m desperate. Ian may not go for it but it’s worth a shot. If not, it’s over. I cannot keep living like this. It’s like living with a stranger who only comes home to sleep and change his clothes.”
