Home Coming
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She waited.
Nothing.
No buzzing in her panties. No reaction from the phone. She carefully put herself back together just in time for her drink to arrive.
“Is the food to your liking?”
She looked down and realized she hadn't yet touched her food. Smiling she picked up her fork. He watched with great interest as she put the fish in her mouth. A text message lit up her phone and the vibrator lit up her labia. She wasn't wrong about her ability to hold back. A soft moan escaped her lips.
“YES.” She took a deep breath and squared her eyes on the waiter. “Yes. Everything is great. Thank you.”
He walked away and she snatched her phone off the table.
I said tits.
She took her punishment rolling her hips forward to bear weight on the bullet and push it harder into her clit. Only by carefully controlling her breathing was she able to not scream out for the whole restaurant to hear. Inside of her latex panties she was dripping wet.
Finish your food.
Roger will be there in 20 minutes to get you.
The bill is taken care of. Just sign.
She finished her meal a little too quickly and called for the bill. She signed the tab and made sure to take good care of Jason.
She was waiting outside in the sunshine when Roger pulled up. She slid into the back seat before he was able to get out to open her door.
“I guess I'm headed home?”
“That was Mr. Alvarado's request”
“Well, Mr. Alvarado seems to be getting just what he wants today.”
The car pulled away and Bianca found herself imagining the things he would ask of her at home. Would she have to use the big dildo? Would he have her strip naked and fuck herself while he watched on video chat? The thoughts left her all that much wetter and she was surprised to find her juice spilling out of her panties and down her leg.
Just as they pulled up to the house, her phone buzzed.
Welcome home.
She stared at the text long enough to let Roger get around and open the door for her. Another buzz.
Time for our Home Coming.
She stepped out of the car and was through the front door in a flash. Inside, the lights were low, candles flickered from every flat surface. Champagne sat in a bucket of ice beside the couch.
What the...?
Esteban appeared from the bedroom, shirt off, loose linen pants hanging off his hips. Even through the baggy pants she could see his excitement.
He didn't slow his stride. He didn't break eye contact. He strode up to her, tugging the black belt that held her wrap dress closed and yanking it off. The green dress fell open and he set upon her breast holding the flesh between his teeth as his hot breath and wet tongue played with her nipple through the thin cotton of her bra. Bianca's body melted as his strong hands explored. Around her ribs, down her back. Confusion was chased away by the immediacy of his hands kneading her ass to the point of pain.
But it's a good pain.
Cupping his hands under her ass, he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him and let him carry her to the back of the couch. Setting her down he curled his fingers under the waist band of the panties and pried them loose from her ass. Sliding the dildo out, he replaced it with his tongue.
The soft warmth of his mouth was a sharp contrast to the rubber dildo. He explored her folds and gently sucked her clit, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. She loved it, but she wanted more.
“I just want you inside me.”
“Uh uh uh, Dulce Flor. I give the orders today.”
But in a way, he gave her what she wanted, plunging two long fingers deep into her pussy and petting her g spot.
“You watched them fuck. It turned you on. Got you wet and made you touch yourself.”
Bianca wanted to answer, but she was breathless, caught in a moment of ecstasy. His thumb brushed over her clit, adding another layer of delight to her already overloaded brain.
“He pounded her hot little ass while you watched and you wanted it.” His other thumb pressed on her asshole.
At first she shied away reflexively. But he held her steady. Soon she relaxed into it, the pressure giving way to pleasure.
“Are you happy, Bianca? Does this,” his fingers made a long, deep stroke, “ make you happy?”
She was still without voice, so she nodded vigorously and whimpered her agreement.
“Come.”
He swept her up and carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the edge of the bed. Standing over her, his hips were at eye level. Her mouth watered. Overtaken by desire, she leaned into him, grabbing the drawstring of his pants between her teeth.
The pants were loose and fell from his hips easily, only getting hung up on his rock hard erection. She flicked the pants aside and went at him with all of her mouth, drawing his cock deep into her throat.
“I want to fuck your face.”
Stunned for a moment, she stilled. This was so unlike her quiet, respectful Esteban. She slipped the head of his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. What she saw wasn't a demanding stranger, but her husband. Her lover. The smile on his face held no malice, just joy that the two of them could share this. That between them there were no secret unfulfilled desires.
She licked her lips and opened wide. Bending down he kissed her forehead, then held the back of her head. The head of his cock slipped over her lower lip and he slid it in deeper and deeper each stroke more forceful than the last. Right at the moment when she thought he had pushed her to the edge, he pulled out entirely.
“On your knees.”
She did as she was told, arching her back so that he got the best view of her ass and pussy. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and gave her pussy one more good laving before standing to press his cock into her.
The smooth stroke of his rock hard arousal slid into place, filling her completely. Short, slow thrusts at first, his balls swinging and slapping her greedy clit, then faster and longer. A low moan started in the back of her throat and built in ferocity till she was throwing herself back into him. Doubling his force with her own she reveled in his fingers gripping her hips, in the sweat that shone on her breasts, in the gasps and grunts of pleasure that exploded out of him.
This was what she had always wanted. And she wanted it forever.
His groans reached a fever pitch. She drove her hips back one more time, grinding her pussy onto him. As she did, she felt the familiar warmth of his seed inside her.
He collapsed, nearly on top of her, pulling her into his chest as he rolled onto his side.
“I am so happy, Dulce Flor.”
She basked in the glow of them together. She couldn't say a word, so just pulled his arms tighter around her. Drifting off to sleep, she dreamed of all the games they would play.
***
Bianca eyed her best friend, noting the measure-- but not too distant-- distance she kept between herself and Roger. “So. You two are a thing, huh?”
For a second, Rachel looked shocked. But then a smile bloomed on her face and she closed the careful distance. Leaning against Roger's large frame, she petted his chest.
“Yeah. It just sort of...happened. You aren't mad, are you? I know what you said...”
Bianca smiled and dismissed her friend's worries with a little wave. “It's fine. But he's still driving us to dinner. Esteban is a terrible driver. Speaking of...” She opened the front door and called into the house, “Esteban. Come on. I'm starving.”
He burst through the bedroom door, looking every bit as good as he had the day she had married him. Better, even, now that the glow of distant worship was replaced with the gleam of
“Come on, Dulce Flor. I'm starving.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lela Gwenn is a writer of smut and comic books. She lives in a very flat place with many animals, not all of whom like her. She's a twitter addict-- you can find her there most every day @Lgwenn and she has a website http://f
ullfrontalfantasy.com . She has a piece in the upcoming Felt Tips anthology which you can find out more about here http://felttipserotica.com/
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