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  Frank smiled as he and his wife wrapped themselves around each other, while drifting off to sleep.

  Cuffs? Bondage? Blindfolds? Well, there's always next time, he thought with a deeply satisfied sigh.

  Epilogue

  Wendy sat in her bedroom and looked at the clock. It was almost 10pm.

  The kids were settled. Jeff, their youngest was fast asleep. The twins had been threatened with pain of death if they dared to disturb her.

  The twins weren't stupid.

  Wendy figured that they knew that their mom and dad enjoyed their love life. The twins probably even figured out that she and their father enjoyed cyber sex. While family was important, the twins were starting to realize that their mom and dad had a separate married life, too. How could that harm them?

  Wendy hoped when their children married that they would all have an honest, satisfying love life of their own.

  Wendy had ten more minutes to get ready. Ten minutes to utterly banish 'mom brain' and get sexy, slutty, 'wife brain' into gear.

  No sweat.

  She got under the covers, the sheets brushing against her sensitive nipples. The little bag of toys Frank had given her was in a pillowcase beside her. What had he been up to? He was a bad, bad man. No doubt he had left something really wicked to surprise her.

  Wendy had a surprise or two of her own.

  Frank was on a business trip in Bridgeport, Connecticut, for the next four days. However, for months now, they had been playing cyber sex games whenever Frank went away.

  Who would have thought that her love life could be so much fun? Or that she could have so many orgasms? 'Use it or you lose it' was a saying that applied in this case. That and 'Practice makes perfect.'

  Wendy figured that her husband had trained her body so well that she could almost climax on his command.

  When she was first married, Wendy thought of Frank at all times. Love was a chemistry that caused constant, overwhelming euphoria. It was a feeling that mesmerized and commanded all her thought and attention. Frank became her focus. Wendy adored getting dressed up for him, shaving and creaming her skin to make it soft for his enjoyment. She had taken such care with her appearance.

  Then all of that just… went away.

  How had they let their together time of making love - such an important part of married life - fall so low in priority?

  All that thrill and excitement had eroded so subtly that neither of them had noticed. Thank God that they had it back again, even better than before. Frank was the father of her children and still her best friend. Wendy loved him to bits.

  The chemistry had become lost for awhile, but had never really gone away.

  Now they had no secrets. Wendy and Frank knew each other's hidden fantasies. They had this wonderful sexual aspect to their life.

  André Chevalier had said, "Without honest communication there is death to love."

  Frank knew everything now, and Wendy had no regrets. She knew what he wanted, too. Giggling, Wendy imagined them both playing sex games well into their eighties. Lord have mercy, but why not?

  Pulling her laptop closer, she stacked up some pillows against the headboard and got comfortable. What would her devious husband come up with tonight? A chime signaled that Frank was on the other line.

  With a thrill of excitement she hit answer. Frank's smiling, handsome face came on the screen. How lucky was she to have married such a sexy guy? He was big and masculine and he had discovered Dominance. Hell, not just discovered – it was more like he had fully embraced the concept, jumping right in.

  Talk about stimulus and response! Just thinking of Frank made her wet.

  His hotel room must have been warm because Frank was shirtless, wearing only blue jeans. When he saw her, he frowned. His eyebrows rose and he gave her a stern look. "Why is my wife covered in a sheet? You know I like to see you naked."

  Wendy smirked. "Well, because I have a surprise."

  "Do you?" Frank sat forward, his eyes glinting with interest.

  She licked her lips and nodded.

  "You haven't looked into the bag I left for you have you?"

  "Nope."

  "Good. Are you ready to follow my commands?" he asked, slipping into that stern domineering tone he used when he ordered her around sexually. Frank's voice was deep anyway, but when he was turned on it went even lower, with a husky, lust-filled overtone.

  "Oh yes, Sir," she said with a grin.

  "Who does your body belong to?"

  "You, Sir," she giggled.

  "That's right," he growled. "And you are a bad girl for covering yourself. I suspect that I'll need to spank you when I get home. Take those covers off. I want to see my wife naked, you gorgeous, slutty little sex toy, you."

  Wendy sat up and pulled her covers off. Focusing the camera on her pubic area, she was hyperaware of Frank's quick intake of breath. The look on his face was perfect. Wendy could swear that she saw his brown eyes, already dark with lust, darken further. Frank clearly loved her surprise.

  "God damn it, Wendy that is the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said.

  Wendy had given herself a French wax—waxing her pubic area and leaving a narrow vertical strip in front which ended just before her clitoris. Her labia was utterly bare, her already aroused clitoris poking out.

  Wendy laughed. The pleasure at his words made her face ache, her grin was so large. "I really hoped you liked it, Sir."

  "Like it? I can't wait to get back from this trip so I can explore every clean shaven inch of that sweet little cunt of yours with my tongue. Clever girl. I don’t think I would have thought of it."

  Frank unzipped himself, lowering his jeans and drawing his heavy erection out. He circled it with his palm and fingers and began to pull himself with long, slow strokes. Wendy was entranced. The erotic sight of her husband working his thickly veined cock made her temperature rise. Without thinking her hand moved between her legs to touch herself.

  "Wendy," Frank said. Her eyes flew to his face at that deceptively mild tone. Studying her with an avid, hungry expression he said, "Get the bag out."

  "Oh, yes, Sir," Wendy said breathlessly and did so.

  "Hold your breasts out to me, and pull on those nipples. I want to see them pucker, becoming hard and ready."

  Wendy did, delighted by the stern and turned on look on Frank's face. "Do you see the new nipple clamps I got you? They are right at the top in large clear wrapping."

  Wendy frowned as she looked through the bag and pulled out the envelope. She already owned tiny tweezer clamps. These new ones were like little clothespins with a metal chain linking them. A screw could tighten or loosen each clamp.

  Frank directed her and watched intently while she put them on. They were tighter than the other ones, and the weight of the chain pulled, increasing sensation. Wendy knew she was already wet and ready. The pinching bite of the clamps made her moan.

  "How do they feel?"

  "Hot," she said with instant, open candor. She kept no sexual secrets from her husband, not anymore. "They're a turn on, for sure. The aching sensation on my nipples seems to shoot straight to my crotch."

  Frank smiled. "Good. They look fantastic. Your nipples are going to be sore the whole time I'm away. I want you constantly reminded of how hard I intend to use you when I get back."

  These erotic words made her whimper. Jesus, Frank was turning her into a total slut.

  "Get the We-Vibe out."

  Wendy was glad to do so. Frank had forbidden her to have an orgasm without him. Now she seemed to always be a bit on the boil, just waiting for the opportunity.

  "Turn it to the lowest setting and insert it," he ordered, still working his thick shaft with his hand. "Then spread those thighs for me. I want to watch you come."

  "Oh, God," she gasped as she did as he directed.

  "Yeah, baby, you are so fucking hot for it, aren’t you?" Frank said gruffly, fisting himself faster. Frank's cock was deep red, and damp with pre-cum. Wendy loved the
effect she had on him. Seeing how hard she made him only added to her heady sense of pleasure. Frank's desire made her feel beautiful.

  "Squeeze your breasts, and lay down now," he said. "Turn the We-Vibe on to pulse, I know you love that. It's hard for you not to come when the vibrator is on pulse. I want to see you thrust those hips up as you climax. I want you to imagine my big cock is pounding deep inside you."

  Breathless and writhing, Wendy moaned.

  "You know what I'm going to do to you when I get home?" he asked in a low, seductive voice. "I'm going to take you doggy style on your hands and knees. Your head will be down, with your ass right up in the air. It's going to be pink from a spanking. I love fucking you from behind."

  "Oh, God!"

  "I'm going to eat that cunt of yours out, too."

  "Please, Frank, please!" Wendy begged.

  "Please, what?"

  "Please let me come!"

  "You can't wait?"

  "No, no," she cried out as raw need flowed through her. "I have to, Frank. Please. Please let me."

  Wendy wanted him to watch, wanted him to witness how easily he could make her orgasm. With her pussy shaved bare, she was completely exposed. Frank would see it all. She knew that with her husband's curious carnal mind, it would only make him harder.

  "Go ahead then, go over, Wendy. Let me see it," he growled.

  Her whole body trembled with molten heat at the command.

  "That's right baby," he said in a deep guttural voice. "Come for me."

  "Oh, Frank!" she cried out.

  Her heels pushed down into the bed as Wendy thrust upwards, arching her hips in a convulsion of pure ecstasy. Her husband, jerking himself off, grunted loudly and then he groaned. The sound of his climax heightened her pleasure. Frank had found his own release at virtually the same time as she had.

  Wendy hit the remote to turn the vibrator off. She lay for some time, catching her breath. Boneless and mindless, she languidly drifted in a sated happy state.

  "Better take those clamps off," Frank said. "Jesus, woman, you're going to have to change those sheets you're so damn wet."

  Wendy snickered and showed him the towel she had put underneath her. Frank often told her that when they played Dominance and submission games, Wendy made much more of a damp spot than he did. It was true, really.

  She used the towel to wipe herself, and then took the clamps off, rubbing her sore nipples as the blood flowed back. If Frank were here, he would be soothing them with his mouth and tongue.

  Having both climaxed they chatted over the day, smiling at each other in companionable accord.

  Eventually Frank told her to look into his bag of tricks again, and this time to pull out the dildo he had bought her.

  When Wendy found it she cracked up. "Frank!" she squealed, incredulous at the size of the huge phallus. "Just what am I supposed to do with this?"

  He raised and lowered his eyebrows suggestively, a naughty little smirk on his face. Wendy loved it when he was sexy and playful like this. He was so much fun.

  "Don't you worry about that," he said. "I have a few things in mind. I'll tell you exactly what I want done with it."

  It was another thirty minutes before they were both utterly sated and ready to sleep. When they finally finished playing they blew each other kisses good night.

  "I love you, sweetheart," Wendy said.

  "I love you, too. I'm the luckiest guy in the world, Wendy."

  "Back at cha, baby," she replied. "Only I am the luckiest girl."

  Wendy disconnected, slipped on a nightgown, and settled into bed with a happy sigh. From time to time tomorrow she would remember feelings and events from tonight. The ache of a tender nipple or the image of Frank's hooded, dark eyes and firm lips would bring it all back.

  Wendy's friends had commented about the sudden, inexplicable smiles she often wore. They had asked her, what had changed? Why was she suddenly so much happier? But how could she explain it to them?

  Sex wasn't everything, but it was one very important thing – particularly within a marriage.

  Who would have thought that her life could have changed so completely? All because her genius husband had accidentally taken her Kindle to work, had broken into it, and was curious and honest and stubborn enough to make her every sexual fantasy come true.

  All was right in her world.

  She thought of the new Nikki Sex erotic romance she had read, and smiled.

  That was the other sneaky surprise that she had in store for Frank while he was away. Wendy had downloaded it onto his Kindle. Had he been too busy to find it there? Or maybe he had read it already. Was he planning to surprise her with some new sex game when he got home?

  Wendy just loved surprises.

  Worn out, with a contented smile on her face, Wendy drifted off.

  In her last conscious moments before she fell asleep, she thought of her husband. Just what, she wondered, was that handsome, clever man of hers going to think of next?

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  1. The Kindle Affair

  2. Ominous Beginning

  3. Kindle Separation Anxiety

  4. Revelation

  5. Analysis

  6. Friday Afternoon

  7. The Plan

  8. Date Night

  9. Dominating Wendy

  10. Honesty

  11. Spanking

  12. Frank's Fantasy

  13. Connection

 


 

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