What Wendy Wants

  It felt so fucking hot. Wendy was breathless. She squirmed and whimpered and moaned.

  The vibrator felt fantastic. The scent of her own arousal filled the air, that and the masculine smell of Frank and his sandalwood cologne. Her body quivered, her belly clenched and her womb wept while Frank delivered slaps to her ass, one cheek, then the other. The low level sting was both exquisite and excruciating. It made everything from her waist down throb with heat and ache for release.

  Sharp waves of intense pleasure made her shudder. "Frank, please I need to come," she gasped.

  "Soon," he said.

  Wendy felt his hard hand, and the press of his hard dick, and she knew Frank was enjoying spanking her. She imagined herself as Frank would see her, her white ass red with multiple handprints, trembling and shaking, while she fidgeted and wriggled against his strong thighs and cock, enduring his blows. Accepting everything.

  Submitting completely. For him.

  "Frank!" she cried out frantically, surprised that she had been capable of even saying his name.

  "Come for me, Wendy," he said.

  Everything tightened. Oh, God! Her whole body began to shudder. At that exact moment Frank turned the vibrator that was stimulating her G spot and clit to high pulse. Then he gave her two more hard strikes, slap, slap. Her pussy was molten. Her ass was on fire.

  White hot heat rolled through her and for an instant her mind went blank. She let go as pleasure and pain combined into something indescribable.

  Wendy screamed and her whole body stiffened as she was engulfed by a blast of sensual bliss. Her pussy spasmed, pulsing with pure pleasure. Her scream turned into a wail as she came apart. When that peak ended, before she was able to catch her breath, she seemed to start on another. Each convulsion was a tiny seizure of its own: contraction, contraction, contraction – they went on and on.

  Was this her first multiple orgasm?

  Wendy climaxed so hard and for so long that her vision darkened. For a moment she feared she may lose consciousness. Never had she experienced such rapture.

  It was ecstasy.

  Ecstasy!

  Wendy was barely aware when Frank stopped spanking her, and turned the vibrator off. He held her down while she bucked and writhed, preventing her from falling to the floor. She lost a bit of time there somehow, because suddenly she seemed to be sitting on his lap, cradled protectively within Frank's arms. He gently tended her, stroking, kissing and petting while she came back to herself.

  Wendy felt disembodied, it was as if she was floating.

  She had heard stories that women experienced the greatest sexual pleasure when they hit forty. She was two years off that, but right now she could believe it.

  Holy shit. I just had the most intense orgasm of my whole life.

  12. Frank's Fantasy

  Frank's heart kicked as he pulled his wife back up to return to sitting on his lap. He had been concerned that he had really hurt her. That scream of Wendy's had been so loud and anguished that for a second there he wouldn’t have been surprised to find that he had accidentally given her a heart attack or stroke.

  "Are you okay?" he asked when she had recovered somewhat. It was difficult to hide the anxiety in his voice.

  Wendy just gazed at him with dilated pupils. Her eyes were glazed and heavy-lidded. She looked languid and dreamy, like she was tripped out from drugs.

  "Sweetheart," she murmured. "That was the best climax I have ever had, I swear."

  Frank smiled so hard that he felt the strain of it on his face. "Really?"

  "Oh, yeah," she said in a tone of awe. "I think I had multiple orgasms, something I’ve read about but never experienced."

  "How many?" he asked curiously.

  She grinned. "Three, maybe. I don’t know. I thought I was going to pass out there for a minute because I couldn’t catch my breath between them."

  Wendy began to detail how overwhelming it had been, and how he had done the whole thing perfectly, not too hard, not too soft. Frank found it really satisfying. Later he would tell his new friends on FetLife exactly how it went, and thank them for being so helpful.

  They chatted for a bit, with Frank plying her with questions about what turned her on and what didn't. The spanking had absolutely made her hot. Surprisingly, it made him horny too. What was that about? Seeing her writhe as she accepted his punishment? Making her buttocks red? The fact that she was completely in his power? Who knew?

  The We-Vibe was a real hit. Frank intended to make Wendy climax some more, but just now he needed relief himself. How would a Dom in one of those books react?

  Suddenly he knew.

  "I want you to kneel for me now," he growled with intentionally bold confidence.

  Wendy reacted with a grin, instantly dropping to her knees between his legs. Frank slid to the edge of the chair and took off his tux jacket, rolling up his shirt sleeves. He didn’t plan on getting naked just yet, but he was too warm. He rolled up his sleeves to cool himself off and to let her know that he still meant business. It was a subtle message. He was still in control, and he planned to get to work again soon. On her.

  She looked at him intently while licking her lips.

  The thought of those soft lips of hers made more blood shoot into his already painfully hard dick. The knowledge that he was possibly going to ejaculate in her mouth for the first time made everything down low, from his gut and below, tighten.

  "Take my cock out," he instructed, still seated on the chair.

  "Oh, Frank, you commanding tough guy, you," Wendy cooed when she reached for his zip, and freed his aching erection. "God almighty, honey, you have no idea what words like that do for me. You make me so freaking horny." Wendy held his cock, reverently stroking it.

  Frank pushed his pants down a little lower while watching her. Wendy's eyes never left him. It gave him a huge thrill, because she was waiting for instructions. She was looking at him, wanting to be directed on exactly how to best please him.

  "Lick it and suck it," he said and she nodded her agreement. Frank gripped her nape and pulled her to his cock. Wendy took him inside her, and he shut his eyes, simply enjoying the sensation of her working him with her wet, hot mouth.

  "Yes, that’s perfect," he said in a deep whisper. "It's so good, baby."

  Wendy's breath was warm upon his balls as she sucked and released, sucked and released, her tongue running around his ridges. Frank figured that he could take this all night.

  Wendy looked happy, too. She began to hum with pleasure, using her hand, her lips, and her tongue. That humming of hers added sensual vibration to his blow job. His entire shaft was pulsing as she bobbed her head up and down on him.

  Damn, it felt good. Frank withstood her attentions as long as he could, but he was too close to release.

  Heart pounding, breath ragged, Frank stood up, needing more control. With both hands he grabbed her hair, twisting it into a firm grip.

  Hair pulling 57% he thought absently. Most of his attention was on her mouth and his throbbing cock. Can Wendy climax while sucking me off? Because she sure looks to be on the edge again already.

  Wendy moaned and began vacuuming him in, working him harder and deeper.

  Using her hair as leverage, Frank held her head still and began fucking her mouth. Sliding between her full red lips, in and out, in and out, he went as deep as she seemed capable of taking him.

  It felt divine.

  Seeing her on his knees before him, the sight of her naked except for those stockings, garter and red heels, the euphoric look on her face as she gladly accepted his cock, the smell and feel of her…it was all too much.

  "I want you to take my cum," he rasped as he felt his building climax reach its peak. "Take it all."

  With her lips around his dick, Wendy couldn’t speak. She gazed up at him and her eyes flared with desire. Frank's deep inhalation of pleasure and surprise sounded loud in the small room.

  He easily read her body language. Wendy wanted it. She wanted t
o take his cum and drink him down. That thought broke the last of his control. Frank felt his muscles bunch and flex, thighs, stomach and ass clenching as his violent release took him.

  Hips jerking ruthlessly, Frank drove hard into Wendy's wet and willing mouth. "Uh, oh," he grunted in pulse-pounding pleasure. Wendy moaned as he convulsively shot his load, once, twice, three times, emptying himself inside her.

  It was sensual bliss. It was heaven.

  Frank saw her eyes widen with what? Surprise? No. Her face lit with pleasure. She wanted his cum. She had enjoyed swallowing it, taking every drop. Something about that one act gave him an extraordinary sense of joy and fulfillment. Why was that?

  Some might imagine that having his wife on her knees giving him a blow job and swallowing was wrong or dirty or subservient.

  It was none of those things.

  It was priceless and it was a gift. Frank wondered if there were enough words in the English language to possibly describe how he was feeling right now. He had brought Wendy to mind-numbing ecstasy, and she had done the same for him.

  The sense of love and connection he felt toward her was intense. How could he explain to her how he felt?

  Only a catalog of terms might come close. Words such as godlike, masculine, satisfied, virile, invigorated, contented, needed, valued, primal, primitive and caveman all would be on the list.

  Frank fell back down onto the chair, his hand still possessively gripping his wife's nape and pulling her close, capturing her between his thighs. So many potent feelings and a million possible ways to describe them. His chest was tight with wonder and awe. Was it possible to articulate this swelling sense of euphoria to his wife?

  Neither Wendy nor Frank spoke for a minute or two.

  The bedroom was still flickering with light, perfumed with the vanilla scent of candles and the heady musk of sex. The sound of ragged breathing from both of them was all that could be heard. How could he explain such powerful feelings?

  "Fuck that was incredible," Frank finally said.

  Those few words didn't even come close, yet it was all he could think of to say. It would have to do.

  13. Connection

  Frank picked Wendy up off her knees, drawing her to her feet and kissing her. Wrapping his arms around her, he felt her whole body melt against him. What words couldn’t express, maybe the intimacy of a kiss could. Frank wasn't sure how long they embraced, but while their kiss was passionate, it wasn't sexual.

  "I really love you, you know that?" Frank said when he pulled away from her.

  Wendy was crying, emotional girl that she was. She was also smiling, so that was okay. Frank curled her into him again, caressing and calming. She wasn't a small woman; it was just that he was so much bigger.

  "I'm so lucky to have you, honey," he said.

  Those tears flowed faster and her weeping got louder. He tipped her chin up. "Now what is going on? You're happy, right?"

  Wendy's breath hitched and she said, "I'm really happy."

  Frank laughed, swept her up into his arms and stood up. What man could fully understand a woman? He figured that women must have some emotional gene that men just didn't have. Frank took her over to the bed and lay her down gently, handing her a box of tissues. Tracks of tears ran down her cheeks.

  Smiling down at her, he began to undress, taking everything off and sliding on to the bed with her, pulling her on top of his chest. He patted and soothed and let her finish crying.

  "Better?" He said when she seemed to have exhausted her astonishing supply of tears.

  Wendy nodded.

  "Are you able to explain why you're crying?" he said, his lips curling in a wry smile. Wendy sniffed and blew her nose. Frank's smile got larger. Damn she was adorable.

  "It is just…I just have really missed this, Frank," she said. "This intimacy. I don't really understand how it slipped away from us. I couldn’t be happier right now. I feel so connected."

  They had a long discussion then. Frank admitted how he had gravitated toward internet X rated sites almost daily, and pay channel porn when he was away on business trips. He also told her about masturbating in the shower. The long term undisclosed fantasy of being sucked off with her swallowing came into discussion, and Wendy said that she had enjoyed it.

  She loved it because he loved it.

  He didn’t think he would like spanking her, but he did because she did.

  A philosophical discussion ensued about right and wrong, and good and bad, and things to be ashamed of, and things to be feel guilty about. Could anything carried out between two consensual adults be wrong? And why should they be embarrassed by something a loving partner wanted to try? Right then they made a pact to never lie to each other, and to live out their sexual fantasies together.

  Was it easier to be truthful about such things to strangers? Frank didn't think so. If two intelligent, loving, and happily married people couldn't be honest with each other about their most hidden sexual desires, then who could?

  Frank didn’t know if he was technically a Dom, but he definitely enjoyed dominating her. Wendy didn’t know if she was genuinely submissive, but she certainly loved submitting to him.

  "Arms over your head now, and spread those legs," Frank ordered, remembering the exact words from one of those books of hers. He wanted to go down on her now, and make her climax some more.

  Wendy did as she was ordered. Frank kissed and licked his way down her body. He spread her legs further and gave her clit the first lash of his tongue.

  "Frank!" she cried out, tensing and pulling her legs together.

  "What?"

  Wendy didn't answer immediately and Frank said, "No secrets, baby, what's the matter?"

  "Maybe I should have a shower first," she said tentatively.

  Frank laughed. Wasn't that just like a woman? To worry about something like that? Next she would be telling him to blow out the candles because she was too fat to be seen naked.

  "Honey," he said. "You had a shower already today. To me, you smell great. You taste great, too."

  "Seriously?"

  "No joke," he said and he wasn't lying. To him she was sweet and slick and fantastic. "But there is one problem. These candles aren't bright enough." Frank got up and turned on all the lights in the bedroom. "I want to see what I'm doing."

  Wendy shrieked her disapproval, objecting to such close scrutiny. Curious man that he was, Frank wanted to see her most feminine parts in order to get them straight in his mind. He also wanted to watch what happened during arousal and orgasm. Wendy protested fiercely, struggling as he spread her thighs.

  Frank ignored her. With his strength he easily subdued her, pressing her against the bed. Taking her clit between his teeth, he gently bit down. Wendy stilled the moment his mouth was upon her. Frank smiled. He would hold still too, if their positions were reversed, and she had his cock between her teeth. He began to flick her captured clit with his tongue.

  "Oh," she gasped. Her tense body relaxed as all fight went out of her.

  Frank smiled. Who could resist such pleasure?

  He took his time, parting her with his fingers, enjoying the lush swell of her pussy while running his tongue along her cleft. To his delight she squirmed and panted and moaned. When he slid a finger into her while sucking her clit, she became louder. He kept this torment up until she was fisting the sheets, and begging him to fuck her. Every time he saw and felt her close to the edge he held back, stopping her from going over.

  Wendy arched, attempting to push toward him, but his strong firm hands held her exactly where he wanted. Frank finally made her climax once more, this time with his tongue. He gave her only a short break before he climbed on top of her.

  "Put your arms around me, baby, and hold on tight," he said. When she did, he thrust deep inside, his balls tight against her. Wendy called out something intelligible and her internal muscles squeezed him. Frank paused, holding perfectly still, while trying to slow his breathing.

  "Wendy,” he said rou
ghly, his body trembling as he rested on his arms. "I can’t be gentle.”

  "I want it hard,” she said.

  "Oh, God," he gasped, feeling a little like an animal that slipped its chain. He had no reason to hold back. He pulled out and then slammed back inside, again and again, making her whole body jerk with each savage thrust. With unrestrained passion, Frank rode her hard, driving in deep while seeking release.

  Even then he was still hyperaware of her reactions.

  The rhythmic suck and pull as he fucked her made slapping liquid sounds, adding to his animal pleasure. Wendy was making noise again, and her nails were digging into his flesh, scratching his back. It felt amazing. Frank's cock throbbed and twitched inside her tight, swollen channel.

  "Jesus, I'm going to give it to you," Frank growled as neared the crest.

  As he felt himself going over the edge he grabbed her backside. Frank's fingers bit into her as he lifted her up further to meet his thrusts, pounding inside her again and again with bruising force. Chest heaving, Frank's entire body corded with strain.

  He grunted as shudders wracked his frame when he ejaculated.

  As he emptied himself inside her, spraying his hot seed, over and over, Frank felt Wendy release with him. During the last of his spasms her body convulsed. Wendy's internal muscles tightened around his erection, causing incredible ripples of sensation. Could anything be better? It had been as if they were one person as they reached that pinnacle of pleasure together.

  The whole night had been perfect.

  They chatted and cuddled and made love for three hours straight. Wendy lost track of the number of orgasms she experienced. Frank informed her that he had reliably counted four, with a multiple orgasm possibility of seven.

  Frank had achieved his objective. He had found what Wendy wanted, and given her exactly that. In the end he hadn't even had the opportunity to use any novelty items while making love except for that vibrator. There were still so many sex toys available in his little bag of tricks that he had bought from the Crypt.