The Erotica of Al X
(MF FDom Spank)
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Summary: A wife discovers her husband's secret and punishes him.
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Returning from a business trip, Alan enters the house and sets his suitcase on the floor. He is tired and hungry from the drive, and more than a little horny since he hasn't seen his wife all week.
His wife, in the living room, switches off the TV and meets him in the hall. Her terry-cloth robe, tied at the waist, is so short it reveals the long stretch of her legs. She looks fresh and sexy. "Welcome home," she tells him as she kisses him. Her breath smells of chocolate and wine; her wet hair smells of apple shampoo. She presses her body into his, but just for a few seconds. "Let me get this," she says as she pulls away and picks up his suitcase.
She walks in front of him and he stares at her nearly perfect legs. He expects her to head upstairs, but she leads him to the living room where she sets the suitcase on the ottoman. "I was just about to do laundry. Let me get your dirty things."
I'd like to get your dirty things, he thinks as he watches her leans over the suitcase. Her robe slips up a few inches and reveals the bottom of her panty-clad ass. Her cheeks are round and full, and the panties black and frilly. She's such a tease, and the sight causes his penis to stir.
"I'll throw these in the wash," she tells him as she pulls out his dirty shirts and socks and underwear, "and then can we go upstairs - unless you have other plans."
"I'd love to take you here!"
She turns to look at him, her arms full of his clothing. "Horny, are we?"
"God, yes!"
"I don't believe you. Show me how horny you are."
The touch of dominance in her voice turns him on. He reaches for his crotch and rubs himself through his pants.
"Is your cock getting hard?"
He loves it when she talks dirty, and loves it even more when she takes control. He unsnaps his pants and soon they glide down his legs. His growing erection presses against his underwear.
She clutches a small pile of clothes to her chest, then sits on the ottoman. As she does, he steals a peek between her legs, at a patch of black panty. "I want your cock good and hard."
She's in control now. With his pants at his ankles, he stands before her and releases his penis from his underwear. He begins to stroke himself.
"Are you looking at my panty?" She spreads her legs to give him a better view. "Does that turn you on?"
He just nods.
"Play with your balls. I know you like that."
He grips his testicles with one hand while his other hand jerks his shaft. Already he feels a drip of pre-cum from the head. He wonders what she'll make him do. Will she force him to cum? And then what? She has a wild imagination.
He's lost in the sexual delight, but she's examining her armload of clothes and something catches her eye. "What's this, Alan?" She reaches into the clump and pulls out a pair of bold red panties. The tone of playfulness leaves her voice. "What are these? Whose are these?"
Alan stops his stroking. He has an explanation, but remains silent.
"Have you been a bad husband?"
He stares down at the floor.
Her voice is harsh, loud, angry: "Did you sleep with someone on your trip?"
He shakes his head. When she asks him again, he murmurs, "No."
"Liar!" She stretches the panty to examine the crotch. "They're stained. You fucked some cheap whore and she came in her underwear and you brought them home."
"I didn't. I swear."
She stands up and holds the underwear up to his face. "Who's cum is this?"
When she rubs the underwear in his nose he inhales deeply. "It's ... mine."
"Liar!" she sneers. Then she lowers her voice, but keeps the angry tone. "I will not tolerate your infidelities. "
He shakes his head, and starts to protest, but she stops him.
"Just keep quiet until I decide on a..." - she looks into his eyes - "... a fitting punishment. Do you understand?"
Despite his predicament - or perhaps because of it - he stills maintains an erection; he moves his hands to hide it from her.
"Do you agree that a punishment is in order?"
"Yes," he answers sheepishly. He stares into her eyes for a few seconds, then averts her glance.
She reaches for his hard penis and squeezes it so tightly it hurts. "This is what always gets you in trouble."
"I've been a bad husband."
She squeezes his organ again - tighter now - but then releases it. She slaps it four times with her open palm. It remains hard and jerks up and down.
She returns to the ottoman. "Get your ass over here," she orders.
When he approaches her she grabs his manhood and uses it to pull him towards her, tugging him down, forcing him to lean over her and upon her lap. He's like a schoolboy now, a bad little boy needing punishment. Her hand remains gripped around his penis. "Did you fuck her?"
"No."
"Liar," she spits, and her hand comes down hard on his ass. "Did you fuck her."
Again he replies No, and again she swats him hard. "Did you suck her pussy?"
"No," he says, and again he is spanked hard, his cheeks stinging now.
She releases her grip on his penis and picks up the red panty. She rubs it hard against his face, forcing his head backwards. "Did you lick her cunt through these panties? Did you fuck her in them?" She roughly pulls it over his head and positions it as a blindfold. She then gives him one final swat on his hard, so hard his body quivers in pain.
He can only see shadows through his silk blindfold, but he feels her leaning over him to reach into the clothes on the floor. When she finds what she's looking for, she orders him to place his hands behind his back. He obeys, and soon feels his wrists bound with what he guess is the sleeves of a dress shirt. They are tied tightly.
"Get off me," she orders. "Get on your knees."
He slides off her lap and kneels on the floor. He feels the carpet under his knees and a slight ache in his restrained arms. He senses she is standing up and turning around. "Lick me," she orders, and soon he feels her panty clad ass in his face. She rubs her cheeks left and right across his face, then settles his nose in her crack. "This is all you are good for - licking my ass." She rubs her face up and down, until his mouth is level with her asshole. "Get your tongue out."
He opens his mouth and begins to lick her panty. He works up some saliva and wets the fabric more, then begins to press his tongue into the fabric and deep into her crack. He does this for about a minute before he feels the panty moved aside. Given free access, he maneuvers his tongue up and down her crack. He finds her rosebud by the taste and the feel and soon his tongue begins probing her anal opening.
As her husband licks her, she reaches between her legs and inserts two fingers inside her sex. She can't believe how wet she is, how much she gets off on dominating him, on punishing him. Between her fingers on her clitoris and his tongue on her ass, she is getting closer to cumming. But she needs more than her fingers.
"Fuck me," she orders. She leans forward on the sofa, kneeling onto the cushions and holding onto the sofa back. "You don't deserve this," she tells him as he struggles to stand up. "but I need a cock inside me." She feels him finally standing up and leaning against her back. Her panty has re-covered her ass and his penis is flopping around against it. "So yours will have to do."
She reaches between her legs and finds his organ, even harder now. She deftly positions it at the legband of her panty, then pulls it under the fabric. She guides it to her vaginal lips; he pushes forward and she pushes towards him and soon she feels his manhood fill her up. "If you cum inside me I'll make you clean it up."
He thrusts himself inside her. "With my tongue? Will you make me lick my cum out of your cunt?"
Her hand remains between her legs. Her thumb finds her clit. Her ass slaps against his groin. She hears the gushing sounds of her pussy. "You'll deserve it."
"I'll do ... anything you say." His breathing is heavy and rough. "Anything... you make me do."
She moves her hand from her pussy and reaches lower to caress his ball sack. "I ought to fuck your ass with a dildo."
He is thrusting in and out of her, faster now. With his wrists still restrained the motions hurt his back but it feels so good to be inside her. "Punish me," he tells her as pulls almost all the way out of her. Then he thrusts back inside her, deeper now. "Punish me any way you want. You can beat my ass. Or fuck my ass." He feels her hand on his testicles, and then he feels her forefinger inch further back in search of his asshole. He pushes himself deeper inside her, then remains steady until her finger presses against his anal opening. "Fuck your bad husband," he tells her.
And their tempo increases. She feels a warmth flood through her body and feels a throbbing in her head, while her finger probing his backside sends him over the edge, and as she moans and purrs he feels the rush of cum flowing through his loins to fill up her hot, wet pussy. She lets out a shriek, and spurts a few more times inside her, and already he can feel his hot fluids gushing out of her. She needs a little more time so he keeps up the rhythm, and tells her: "Feel my cum inside you. I'm going to get down on my knees and lick it all out of you. I'm going to put my mouth on your cunt and drink in the cum. My tongue will lick your pussy lips until-"
"Oh, God, enough, enough," she screams, and he lunges once more inside her then remains still, keeping his softening penis inside her. He feels her finger slip out of his ass. Unable to hold this position any longer, he pulls out of her and somehow maneuvers to sit on the floor, his arms still behind his. Seconds later she removes the panty blindfold, Seeing her again, he sees her glow of contentment. She sits on the floor in front of him and wraps her arms around him. She rests her head against her shoulder trying to catch her breathing.
"That was awesome," she whispers.
"YOU were awesome." He kisses her lightly on the cheek.
"I've missed you." She sits back against the sofa and picks up the panty. She examines it for a second, then places it over his flaccid penis, wiping up some of the cum. "So where did you buy the panty?"
"At K-Marts, on Wednesday. I couldn't wait to come home so you could find it."
"So you could be my bad husband?"
"So you could be my mad wife!"
Written during June/July, 2007 / Revised July 10, 2007
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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