Wendy's breath caught. A strangled kind of noise came from her then, something Frank had never heard before. Or maybe it was a sound he had heard but had never listened for. At the same time he felt her stomach flatten and tighten under his palm. Was that a pre-orgasmic pulse? A kind of internal contraction?
Either way, it was obvious that Wendy was hot as hell. Good. Frank had so immersed himself in Wendy's erotic books for the last three days that now that he was actually dominating her it was easy. She wanted this submissive kind of sex, and by God he was going to give it to her.
Being a Dom he had found was a mind set and an attitude.
Frank's wife belonged to him. She was his. He could do as he liked. What he wanted to do was play with her until she had a climax that totally blew her mind.
While greedily suckling a nipple, Frank guided his fingers in between her folds, stroking along her slit. Then he pushed two fingers up deep inside her, curling upwards towards her stomach. He had read that her G spot was apparently there.
"Frank, oh, God! Frank," she cried out as her slick channel convulsed and gushed. Her muscles tightened around his fingers hard, pulling him in.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he said in a husky voice. "I'm going to make you come, aren’t I?"
"Yes, oh, yes, please," she whimpered, writhing and straining toward him.
Frank had her body trapped against the wall, but she still managed to move in incremental bits. Wendy's head thrashed back and forth. Her breathing was ragged - he could see the pulse pounding in her neck, the exact place that he had bit her. Jesus, had he given her a hicky?
Not yet, he thought. Make her beg for it.
With two fingers scissoring inside her, he used the pad of his thumb to circle her clitoris, while finger fucking her empty pussy. Wendy was completely responsive to that; her hips arching as she shamelessly humped his fingers. He teased around her clit, not touching it for fear she would climax.
"Please, Frank, please," Wendy implored him, her tone desperate. She was also making a low, keening sound. Kind of a constant, "uh, uh, uh, uh." It surprised him. When was the last time Wendy had made this much noise during sex?
"Tell me what you want," he snapped, his voice taut with lust.
"More, Frank," Wendy begged and sobbed, her body jerking and rubbing against him. "Please touch me. I need to come!"
Holy shit. What a wanton little slut I married!
"Come for me, Wendy," he growled the command that he had learned from all her erotic books. Pushing deep inside her, his thumb pressed firmly against her clit and rubbed. Wendy responded like she had been electrocuted, bucking against him.
"That's right," he demanded in a harsh voice. "Fuck my hand, baby. Hump that needy little cunt of yours against me. You know you want to."
Frank squeezed her wrists above her head, reminding her that she was bound to his pleasure. His will. At the same time he also sucked and bit her nipple. The combination sent her wild, successfully putting her over the edge.
As she crested, Wendy screamed out his name. In a detached sort of scientific manner, while still hard as rock, Frank watched.
Jesus fucking Christ. Had she been hot for it, or what?
She was loud. Really loud. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered that she had been pretty noisy when they were first together, too.
Frank had to wonder, had Wendy been faking orgasm?
10. Honesty
Frank held his wife while she came down from her climax, stroking and soothing until she stopped trembling. He was still dressed in his tux, while she was naked. He read somewhere that this was a turn on for some women, so what the heck. Every little bit helped.
Frank wanted to make her climax a couple more times before he fucked her, so he may as well remain dressed.
Wendy looked up at him, having come back to herself. "Wow," she said in a dreamy tone of awe.
Frank felt like a million bucks.
All his reading and study was worth it just for that. In high spirits, Frank gave her his most boyish grin. Then he swept her up into his arms, walking over to a padded armless chair and sitting down with her on his lap.
"Are you going to tell me what's gotten into you, Frank?" Wendy asked.
"Yes," he said. "I broke the password to your Kindle on Wednesday."
Poor Wendy. She flinched, stiffened and sat up straight. Her face turned white then red in her shock.
Ignoring her discomfort, he continued, "So all day Wednesday, Thursday and Friday I have been studying about dominance and submission as well as reading your favorite authors." He wrapped his arms around her in a soothing hug and then patted and rubbed her back.
"There is a lot of stuff we need to talk about," he said. "But not just yet. Right now I am going to just ask you a few questions. I think it will be difficult, but I need you to tell me the truth. Be brutally honest, okay, baby? I think it's important. Just answer my questions. Can you do that?
Wendy swallowed. "All right, but you have to be honest, too."
He smiled. "Of course. Ready?"
"Okay."
"Do you have and use a vibrator?"
Embarrassed, she ducked her head. "Yes," she answered.
Ha! I thought so, he thought. What a secretive wife I have.
"A We-Vibe 3?"
Confusion crossed her face. "No."
"Do you masturbate after or while reading those erotic stories?"
"Yes."
"How often do you fake orgasm when you're having sex with me?"
Wendy's face and neck went scarlet once more and she literally squirmed and looked away. "Not every time…but a lot of the time." He picked at her for awhile, demanding details until she finally told him the truth. "I'm sorry, Frank," she admitted, gazing up at him. "It's just that I can climax on my own and with a vibrator much easier than with you."
Frank stroked her hair in an intentionally soothing caress. "It's okay, honey," he said. "I blame myself. I haven't been satisfying you, I get that now. But from now on, whatever you want, whatever you need, I want to be the one to give it to you."
"It's my fault, too, Frank."
He grinned at her. "It sure is. Isn't it amazing how stupid this is? How we fell into an almost comfy kind of marital melancholy?" He shook his head. "You are the most important person in my life, Wendy. Other than our kids, of course. I am so proud of you for telling me the truth, honey. We haven't been honest with each other. I've been reading that André Chevalier character. You know the Frenchman in all those stories?"
Wendy giggled. Mentioning the Frenchman instantly lightened the conversation. "I love André," she confessed.
"What's not to love about André?" he agreed. "Anyway, he says that, 'Deceit is a barrier to intimacy,' and I have to agree. We have been lying to each other. Somehow we've been slowly drifting apart. I'm not going to let that happen to us, honey. What we have is far too important."
"I agree," she said. "I'm so glad we're talking about this."
"As of tonight we're going to discover each other's fantasies. Not all of them all at once, but having read your Kindle highlights, I have a pretty good idea what you're interested in. That is why, right now, I'm going to give you a spanking."
Wendy tensed and then gave him an uncertain smile. "You are?"
"Yep," he confirmed. "Spanking was top of the list of what attracts you. Can you tell me what about it turns you on?"
Wendy bit her lip and looked away. "This is so embarrassing! I don’t know. Pain improves climax it is said, not that I want a lot of pain. The idea of being naughty and being punished might be part of it. I honestly don’t know, Frank. Maybe I'll hate it, but I do want to try it."
There was more she wasn't saying, and Frank kept at her until she finally gave in and confided, "It's just that I feel like a pervert for wanting to try this sort of stuff."
Frank wrapped his arms around her in a soothing embrace. "You're not a pervert, Wendy. You're a beautiful woman who is curious about some things and
bored with sex." When she started to protest Frank shushed her. "I haven't been paying the attention I should have to my beautiful wife, but all that is going to change."
Wendy's arms circled his neck and she kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she said. "You're the best, Frank."
He laughed. "Don't thank me yet," he warned. "Let's see what you think after I spank you. The first bit is going to really hurt. I'm going to give you five really hard spanks as punishment. After that will be the sexy spanks for pleasure."
"Really? What am I being punished for?" she asked with a nervous frown between her brows.
"To remind you that you will never masturbate again without me," he said firmly. "When you sit down you will remember that you are mine and that you climax with me or not at all."
Frank was surprised by the intense way he was laying down the law. It hadn't been completely part of his plan just at this point. The spanking yes, but somehow in getting into all this stuff it was as if he was channeling Dom behavior. He felt insulted that she had lied to him, and that she was having sex without him while denying him his pleasure.
"When you screw up, own it."
Ultimately he was to blame. And he had been doing the exact same thing, masturbating without her, so it was certainly a double standard. But, he decided dryly, she was still going to get a painful spanking.
"Any questions?" he asked.
Wendy shook her head.
"Oh, and you probably know all about safe words and stuff like that – better than I do. What do you want to use? Red, stop; yellow, wait and green, all okay?"
"That'll work," she said.
"Good," he said with a wicked smile. "I'm looking forward to this," he said, and strangely, it was true. All misgivings had disappeared. With a swift move, he had Wendy across his lap, head down. Her beautiful buttocks presented themselves, white round globes. His cock, already fully erect, instantly got harder.
"Spread those legs," he said, and with a quiver of nerves or lust or fright she instantly did so. He stroked between her folds, marveling at how much slick moisture her body produced when aroused. How long had it been since she had been this wet for him?
Frank slipped one finger up inside and her sodden pussy clenched around him. Wendy moaned.
Fuck! Is she ready to climax again already? he wondered.
"God damn you turn me on," he said and then cleared his throat. His voice was harsh with lust. "You remember your safe word?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good."
Frank began by warming her lower body up, rubbing and squeezing her buttocks with both hands. He massaged every part of her with firm, stimulating strokes. Apparently this would help prevent bruising.
He had read all about how to deliver a spanking on FetLife. FetLife was an internet social network run by kinksters for people interested in BDSM, fetishism, and kink. It had freaked him out a bit at first, because it catered to every extreme. Yet people on the site had bent over backwards to assist him, offering advice and suggestions.
Frank had been uncertain if he would be able to spank his wife. But seeing her like this, ass in the air, ready for him, and knowing that she was wet and hot for it took his every doubt and reservation away.
God damn I'm going to make those white cheeks of hers pink, he decided.
11. Spanking
Frank is going to spank me! Frank is going to spank me! The thought echoed in Wendy's head as he stroked and massaged her.
She was draped over her husband's lap, hugging his legs. Wendy wasn't small, but her husband was such a big guy, he easily dwarfed her. Even after that fantastic climax she was still super horny. What a start to her evening, first a romantic dinner and dancing. Then an amazing orgasm while pressed naked against a wall. Frank was still fully dressed. She felt her face heat when she recalled how shamelessly she had humped his hand.
Wendy couldn’t recall the last time she felt this turned on.
Frank smelled so good and the rough texture of his tux against her bare skin created an erotic tactile craving of its own. Anticipation had her insides churning with a combination of nerves, anxious panic, and excitement. She tried to control her short rapid breaths, but in this bent over position the blood had rushed to her head. Her heart was hammering in her throat.
It was like going on a rollercoaster for the first time, or being brave enough to climb the ladder to the high-dive. Right now she felt like she was on the high-dive landing, ready to throw herself off. Talk about diving into the deep end!
"You had better count," Frank said. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Slap!"
Holy shit! "Owww!" Wendy cried out, expelling a sharp breath. Reading about a spanking sounded hot, but now that it came down to it, she wasn't so sure. "That really hurt!"
"It was supposed to. Are you going to count?" he said.
Drawing deep breaths through an open mouth, Wendy licked her lips. "Um, yes, that was one."
"Slap!"
"Two!"
"Slap!"
"Three!"
"Slap!"
"Four! Red, red, red!" she shouted.
Frank stopped instantly. His hand gently stroked her abused buttocks with a soothing caress. He also began blowing on her burning hot ass. Wendy was panting and the back of her eyes stung with tears. Emotionally she felt exposed and raw. Physically she was burning hot and tingling all over. Frank kept one strong hand on her back, making her keep still. That firm hand was comforting somehow. And super sexy.
In a hitching voice, Wendy said. "I just needed to catch my breath."
"Tell me how you feel," Frank said.
Wendy bit a lip and thought about it. "Everything below my waist is throbbing. It's strange, but do you know, I actually feel better? I don't know why. I guess maybe in my heart of hearts I know I've let you down by having sex without you. I've let us both down. This is kind of making it right. Does that make sense?"
"Totally. Ready for the last painful one?"
"Go ahead."
"Slap!"
"Owww!" Wendy cried out. Frank had really let her have it with that final strike, and honestly, although it stung like crazy, it still felt good. Maybe because it was the last one? Wendy didn’t understand. Her pussy was aching. There was just something erotic about being spanked. With each slap, despite the pain, her womb convulsed with forbidden pleasure.
"You did just great, honey," Frank praised, his voice husky with desire.
Tears stung her eyes for another reason now, but damned if she had any idea why. She had gotten a spanking and it felt amazing. He was turned on, too, and there was something in his voice. Pride? Happiness? Love? Frank's hands were on her again, soothing her, stroking her buttocks and between her legs. Fuck, it felt good. Her clit was so sensitive!
"Damn, woman, you are flooding down here. My trousers are soaked. I think you liked that."
Wendy exhaled with a shrug. "I'm still trying to figure it out but I think I did, too. There is just something wicked and sexy about it. I'm hot all over." Still lying across his lap, she grinned up at him and added, "I also really want you to fuck me."
Frank gave her a dark chuckle. "That's good," he said, "but not yet." He reached down for something. Wendy felt him slide a soft object into her drenched pussy. It was horseshoe shaped, and one part of it rested upon her clit.
"This is a We-Vibe 3 vibrator," Frank said. Wendy figured that he must have had a remote for it because it suddenly turned on in a low, pleasurable pulsation. "Do you like it?"
Wendy snickered. "You brought me a vibrator?" she asked. "What a thoughtful gift. I love it. God, honey, I'm so close to climax again already."
"That's great. I told you I planned to make you scream didn’t I? The We-Vibe is supposed to hit the woman's G spot and their clit at the same time." Frank's head was between her legs, where he seemed to be checking the position. Apparently satisfied, he straightened. "You don’t have to count now, this spanking is for pleasure. I want to se
e if I can make you climax with a spanking while using this vibrator."
Wendy giggled. "My ass is already throbbing and stinging but I'm game."
Frank ran his fingers beneath her hair, caressing her nape. "I'm having fun, sweetheart. Making you come is the hottest thing in the world for me. And this is just the start of our adventures."
"Oh, Frank, I'm so glad."
Rhythmically Frank's hand softly struck her, sending shockwaves through her body. Each slap of his hand made her pussy clench in a pulsing wave of desire. This spanking was sensual and erotic. But that could be because of the sexy vibrating pressure in her pussy and on her clit.
He stopped for a bit, stroking. "Look at me, Wendy," he said and she turned her head, craning to see him. "Do you like it?" he asked, his shrewd knowing eyes were filled with lust.
"It feels incredible," Wendy said.
Frank upped the vibrator, and Wendy gasped.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Oh, God, Frank!" she said breathlessly.
"Good," Frank said. "I'm going to keep spanking and changing the vibrator setting around. Tell me what you like, but you don't get to come until I say." His voice lowered. "I want to hear you beg for it, just like in all those damn books of yours."
"Shall I start begging now?" she asked.
He laughed. "No. Wait until you're desperate."
He kept up a steady, predictable rhythm, slow at first, and then faster, alternating cheeks. Like the strokes one might receive from a man during intercourse, slap, slap, slap, slap.
Wendy began to pant. Skin against skin, every strike felt good in a wanton, yet vulnerable way. She was writhing with pleasure, writhing with pain. The burn and heat of it was building into something amazing. That vibrator kept her on the cusp of release, she was so close! Wendy cried out after one sharp slap.
Frank stopped. "Okay?" he asked.
"God, yes!"
He chuckled. "Good. Hold still. I'm not done yet."
Slap, slap. The sting and burn went straight to her pussy. Wendy found that she wanted more. Her husband was big and strong and he was holding her down…making her submit to him.