Candy Cane Part Three

I think my boss is calling my name, but it’s just background noise to me. I can’t be bothered to talk to him anyway, he broke my computer. I keep turning the key, but it just won’t start. I tried putting the mouse in second gear, but nothing happens. He comes over and gives me a push, but there’s no response. He keeps on pushing, harder and harder, but still nothing. Finally, he rolls me over to the other seat, and then starts running his hand up the inside of my leg. I quickly and instinctively bat his hand away as I sit upright.

“Ow!” That’s my wife’s voice “What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Sorry” I quickly reply “I think I was dreaming.”

She gives me a puzzled look, then chuckles to herself. Then she brings me to reality. “What are we going to do tomorrow?”

I’ve not checked whether the car is drivable since I got back from work. I’ve not seen the full extent of any damage, and I’ve not yet made the necessary calls to get our car repaired, or see to a courtesy vehicle.

Our original plan was to take a drive in any random direction and spend the day and night somewhere we’ve never been before. It’s the 8 year anniversary of the first time we spent 24 hours together. I have to be honest, that doesn’t mean much to me, but when she mentions things like that, I feel I should put some effort into making it more of a special occasion for her. But I don’t know what I’ going to do now, this time, our travel plans may be in jeopardy.

“We can’t leave as early as we planned, if at all. I’ll take a look at the car first thing in the morning, then call who I need to as soon as the lines are open.”

She doesn’t respond, but instead tries to hide a dejected expression.

“It’s ok” I try to reassure her, console her “don’t worry about it.”

She forces a smile.

I pull her close to me and plant a kiss on her forehead. Her smile becomes more genuine, which ignites a bigger smile from me. She switches on her bedside lamp, and switches the main light off, before rejoining me on the bed. I pull her onto my lap where she curls up and rests her head on my chest with my arms wrapped around her. We’re quiet for a while, listening to each other breathing.

I break the silence “Remember the beach?” I can’t see her face, but I know she’s smiling. I momentarily squeeze her a little tighter, then start rubbing her shoulder, then her neck, before kissing it, then biting it.

“Still hungry?” she asks jokingly “’cause I am.” And with that, she moves back, and quickly buries her head in my lap, using her tongue to get things started. This caught me off guard, but two can play this game.

I shuffle down the bed, which doesn’t break her rhythm, then I grab her legs to position her over my face. I grab her hips and pull her in to me. The second my tongue makes contact with her; I feel her gasp sharply, breaking her rhythm, which she shortly follows with muffled moan. Then I start to build a rhythm of my own, which messes with hers. She struggles to continue her oral assault and eventually gives in to my hungry retaliation. She props herself up with one hand on the bed, and starts playing with my stiffening member with the other, something she can never master while I’m busily lapping at her increasingly wet crotch. I hear her light whimpers and moans between her heavy breathing, and can feel her arms becoming increasingly weak. So push up on her, signalling a slight position change. She spins around 180 degrees and I guide her onto my face. I continue to feast on her as she supports herself by leaning on the wall above me. She likes to move around in this position, so I grab her ass to make sure I retain some control of what’s happening to her. As her thighs close around my ears I can just about hear her heavy sighs. Not wanting to leave what she has started, she leans back and reaches around to continue wanking me. She still struggles, but she seems so much wetter since taking hold of me. Just as she starts to slow down, and her breathing becomes shallower, I stop and pull away from her, which stirs a loud moan of disappointment from her. Instead, I command that she get up and sit on top of me. She quietly obeys. She expertly positions herself and lowers herself onto me, and lets out a quiet but highly arousing breathy moan. The effect that has on me is evident to her, which I can see in the widening of her eyes, and only arouses me further. She very quickly gains control of herself and proceeds to ride me like the expert jockey she is. I become mesmerized by her, the way she holds up her hair, the look in her eyes, the shape and movement of her mouth, the bouncing of her breasts, and the increasing momentum of her hips. I grab hold of those hips and add my power to hers as my hips involuntarily start to cooperate with them. She keeps at a steady pace as she starts to move her hips in a more circular motion, knowing full well that this drives me insane. I see the hint of a smirk on her lips, which soon melts away as she changes once again. She lowers her arms and holds herself up by pinning my arms down, and starts to rock her body back and forth. The view I have of her breasts swaying back and forth, hovering millimetres above my face arouses me further still, which again encourages a breathy moan from her. I reach up to squeeze one pendulous breast and bite and suck on her nipple, occasionally switching to the other, and back again. As I notice the sweat forming around her neck and chest, my other hand follows one bead down her back, as I aim to squeeze her ass, then I take one finger and insert it into her anus. She gives a moan of acceptance. She keeps her pace steady, and between breaths we exchange tongue fuelled kisses. Eventually I force another position change. I roll her onto her back and stand next to her, and take her head and guide it towards me, and she responds instinctively by taking me deep into her throat. I run my hand up her leg and insert two fingers inside her, and start massaging her g-spot. With her spread out on the bed, hungrily sucking and lapping at my dick, I raise one knee on to the bed to give her better access, as well as making it easier for myself to rub her increasingly wet pussy. She caresses my balls with one hand, and reaches down to rub her clit with the other. The sight of this is starting to drive me to the edge. Soon, her muffled moans on enjoyment prove to be too much for me. I raise my other leg onto the bed and straddle her and, taking my cock in my own hand start to wank over her and she continues to finger herself, and play with her breasts with her free hand. She senses that I’m close, raises her head with her mouth open expectantly. Eventually, she brings herself to orgasm, which in turn causes me to cum, squirting over her chest and neck. This sparks a satisfying grin from her as she moves in to lap up every last drop from me. I collapse next to her, spent and unable to move.

We lie still together for a while, before she plants a kiss in my cheek and gets up to clean herself off once again. When she returns, she hops into bed, gives me another kiss and cuddles up to me.

Before falling asleep she quietly tells me “Don’t worry about tomorrow, we’ll come up with something, we always do.” I smile at her and give her a kiss on the forehead before telling her goodnight, and wishing her sweet dreams.

Our First Date.

They often passed each other in the street. They didn't know each other, but friends of one knew the family of the other. They had met before on a few occasions, but they only knew enough about each to put a face to a name.

Jack bought a new phone, he likes his new toys, so when he received his eagerly expected delivery, he started to play with it straight away. He switched it on, read any and all details that came up, and followed all the preliminary setup options. Upon completion he proceeded to check though all of his contact details, making sure there was nothing missing so that he could start to use his new phone immediately. He continued to play with his new toy, and discovered the option to connect to a variety of social networks. He had already joined some, so he decided to connect to them using his new phone. This presented him with the option to connect existing contacts and to find and suggest new ones. And then her face appeared. Han, this girl he often passed in the street, this old acquaintance he barely knew was now an option to connect to on his phone. Curiosity nudged him to send her a friend request, and within 30 minutes he received a notification that she had accepted his request. This caused him to smile. He looked through her posts in an attempt find out how closely they were connected, as well as to get familiar with her humour and way of thinking, and he soon found that they had a lot in common. As well as finding out that she was as young minded as he was, he found her to be very similar to him and his manner of thinking, but with a strong feminine twist. This intrigued him. If they were so similar, and had many of the same friends and interests, as well as living less than a 30 minutes drive from each other, why did they not know each other better? He had to pursue this further. He kept an eye on her posts, and eventually spotted one that he could comment on. She liked his comment, so he commented on another. This went on for a the next 24 hours at random intervals, until eventually she started to respond to his comments in a similarly witty style, to which he at first would show he liked them before deciding to respond to others. Before too long they  were engaging in extended small talk, never taking it seriously, just trying to make each other smile and laugh.

Similar interests lead Han and Jack to stumble across the same movie advertisement. Han posted that she needed to see this movie, in a manner that suggested that nobody would go with her. Jack picked up on this and asked when she was going to see it. She responded saying that she didn't want to go alone. Perfect. Jack, in an almost heroic tone tells her that he wants to see the movie too, and would gladly go with her. She accepts his offer, and they arrange the time and date.

Jack made no effort to dress up. He turned up at the cinema relatively early, and bought two tickets and something to drink, he sat and watched people go about their business as he waited for Han to turn up, expecting her to be a little late. But he could not hide the surprise on his face as not only did she turn up early, but she was dressed in such a way that left him almost speechless.

"Hi" It took Jack every bit of breath he had left to greet her quietly.

She replied with an almost nervous smile "Hi".

Jack was now feeling a little nervous, Jack doesn't get nervous. He remembers the first time he met Han, she was 15 years old, and he was 22 and had driven his mother to her friends house, Hans parents. Han was short, but was a big girl, and she never smiled, at least not that he could see, but he had only seen her for two minutes on that day, as she disappeared upstairs to her room. And now, ten years later, she was a stunning image of beauty with a smile that distracted from all the make-up she had applied unnecessarily.

"I have got the tickets," Jack informed her, "I hope you don't mind. Can I buy you a drink?"

"A coke please" she replied, reaching for her purse. He placed his hand over hers to stop her, then reached for his wallet. He apologized for being under dressed, but she assured him he looked good. He thought he spotted a glint in her eye as she said it, but then dismissed it as wishful thinking.

They sat and talked for a while before heading in to see the movie. Upon entry they quickly agreed on where to sit, and once seated, they briefly commented on the upcoming movies trailers. They surprised each other with their similar movie tastes and how much they had in common.

Eventually the movie started, and they sat and watched it quietly. The laughed at the same moments, and seemed to find all of the same parts equally entertaining. At the end of the movie, they both stayed to see if there would be any hidden extras at the end of the movies closing credits, something neither of their friends ever did. Upon leaving the screen they discussed various point of the movie they enjoyed, and as they approached the exit, there was a moment of silence as they slowed down.

"There's a Italian place just across the road," Jack announced, "Are you hungry?"

Han grinned "I could eat."

So they exited the cinema, and made their way to the restaurant. The were quiet on their approach to the road, so Jack politely offered his arm, hoping she would take it. She smiled, and silently accepted his invitation, using the opportunity to pull herself closer to him. The two were now grinning uncontrollably as the crossed the road. Closing in on the restaurant door Jack stepped ahead and opened the door for Han, to which she made a cheeky comment. The restaurant was busy, but there was no wait for a table for two. They were given a small table and were seated opposite each other. Their drink order was taken, and the were left to peruse the menu. Jack already knew what her wanted before stepping through the door, but he waited patiently for Han to narrow her choice and eventually pick her dish, just in time for the waitress who brought their drink to take their food order.

They drank and talked a little. The subjects started with family, and then moved on to friends, then work, then a history of interests. Every now and again one would catch the other looking into their eyes, then nervously look away, smiling. Jack listened intently to her talk about one of her friends in depth, and watched as she gestured, stroked her glass, and bit her lip. His gazes caught her attention, and she started to trail off. She noticed his hand slowly making it's way across the table, almost unaware that her foot was making it's way to his under the table. Once they hand made physical contact with each other, they smiled nervously, avoiding eye contact, but this was cut short by the arrival of their food.

"Mmmmmm", they expressed their approval at the view of their food in unison and giggled. They enjoyed their meal, and even decided to indulge on having dessert, sharing the largest one they could agree on. They drank and talked some more, and suddenly realised just how late it was getting.

"Do you have to be up in the morning?" Han asked as she checked her phone.

"No." Jack replied, "Sorry, I never thought. I guess you should be getting back."

"I'm ok," she responded, "I have no plans tomorrow, so I may stay in bed" she giggled.

Jack paid the bill, despite Hans objection to split it, they left the restaurant slowly, and lingered for a while.

"Where are you parked?" Han asked.

"I have no car." Jack responded.

"How did you get here?"

"I took the bus."

"It's after midnight now, there are no buses. How are you going to get back?"

"I have feet, I can walk."

She looks at him, puzzled. "How far do you live from here?" She asked with one arm folded, twirling her keys.

"About 8 miles." He said, almost sheepishly.

She glared at him. "I'm over here," she pointed at the road next to the cinema, "I'll take you home".

He followed her with his hands in his pockets as she sauntered over the road to her car and let him in. She asked him to direct her to his place, and turned her radio down as she started her car. Here is where she seemed the most relaxed, which brought out the more cheeky side of her during conversation. They talked about more random things, school life, tv, food, and before they knew it, they were parked outside his house. However, they continued to talk in her car until 3am.

"Have you got a bathroom?" She asked, fidgeting in her seat.

"No." He replied softly, shaking his head.

She glared at him again. "Boy, show me to your bathroom!" She ordered.

He laughed and reached for his keys, "Come on." He instructed, patting her on the leg, "excuse the state of my house though," he requested with a false confidence,  "I wasn't expecting company."

He let her into his house, and lead her into his empty living room with nothing but a sofa and a tv, and directed her to the bathroom. While she was gone he put the heating on, and filled the kettle. As she descended the stairs, he asked her if she would like a drink.

"I'll have a coffee please." She answered.

"Sorry, I haven't got any coffee."

She sighed. "Have you got anything thing a little stronger?" She enquired.

"I have vodka, but that's about it. Vodka and lemon with ice?"

"Ooh, yes please" she nods excitedly. She then makes herself comfortable on his sofa, and they continue to converse shouting to each other. She asks about the house and his ex, and he gives honest and truthful but short answers. After bringing in her drink, he sits with his hot chocolate drink, and after a few minutes of chat, there is a moment of silence.

"My feet hurt," Han exclaims, "but I don't want to take my shoes off, your floor looks cold".

"Looks cold?" Jack laughs, "Here..." he lifts his drink and pats his laps, "rest them on me".

Han grins broadly, kicks off her high heels, shuffles back into the sofa, and swings her legs around to get into a comfortable position. A giggle escapes her lips as she straightens her skirt. She picks up her drink and sips it, then raises her arms as she stretches her body and then relaxes. She catches Jacks glance as he quickly and almost involuntarily takes the opportunity to look her up and down. Jack then reaches for a cushion to place under her feet, attempting to keep her feet away from his crotch, hiding his physical reaction to the view. This made Han smile. She looked Jack up and down and bit her lip slightly, then quickly finished the rest of her drink.

"Can I have another?" She asked Jack, shaking her glass.

"Sure" He responds. He takes her glass and lifts her legs with one hand, and heads to the kitchen to deal with her request. When he returns with Hans drink, he looks at her almost puzzled. Something is different about her, and he cannot tell what, but he thinks he detects a hint of a mischievous smile, but not enough to question her about it, as she is hiding it well. He hands her her drink, and gets back into position, but it doesn't feel the same as when he left.

"Where's the cushion gone?" He quietly asks.

"Sorry," Han replies, "I wanted it for my back. Is that ok? Do you need it back?"

"N-no, it's fine," he responds, "I just wondered." Jack now feels a little less comfortable, but tries to overcome it.

Han starts flexing her feet and wiggling her toes, gently rubbing against Jacks crotch. She starts to feel him grow. Jack shuffles a little.

"Are your feet still aching?" Jack asks.

"They are, just a little."

"Would you like me to rub them for you? I've been told I'm quite good at that".

Han smiles, "Yes please, if you don't mind".

"Not at all."

Jacks turns his body a little, and sits back just far enough to get a good handle of her feet. He strokes them firmly and slowly at first to warm them up, and then he gets to work flexing her feet, then massaging them. He knows his way around feet, and knows he can manipulate her whole body with this single process, but he fights the growing urge to arouse her this way, opting to try and stay gentlemanly and not cross any boundaries. Han starts to relax even more, enjoying Jack expert handling of her feet, and her legs start to part, also causing her skirt to rise. This does not escape Jacks attention, and it causes him to speak a little quieter, slow his movements, and lighten his pressure. Han looks up and notices his distraction, and she likes it. She purposefully widens her legs a little more, and smiles to herself as it produces the desired reaction in Jack. Jack continues to massage and converse, though distracted, and as he has involuntarily tried to avoid eye contact, he has barely notice as Hans skirt has now been raised almost to her waist. Her thong was now in full view. Jack eventually noticed, but again, tried to be polite, however he was not doing a good job of it, but he did fail to notice a damp patch forming. Han was now getting impatient, as she could not see how she cold be more obvious about what she wanted. So she tried an even more direct approach.

"Can you switch feet again please?" She asked as he had been rubbing one foot a lot more than the other since she had distracted him. He took the other foot, and she took the opportunity to stretch out her newly released leg, touching Jacks stomach in the process. She then rested that leg in a position that gave her foot access to Jacks crotch. She then started to flex and stretch this foot, and gradually start to rub his manhood, seemingly in an innocent manner. But as it became more erect, her movements became more deliberate. This weakened Jack, his defenses were dropping fast. As he started to rub her ankles and higher, his gaze slowly drifted up her legs, to her now wet crotch which he could not ignore, then up her body, past her heaving chest to hip lower lip, which was firmly between her teeth. His eyes then jumped to hers. All bets were off. Jack could no longer hold back. Knowing she was already aroused, her built on that, adding a sensuality to his foot rubbing. Han began to react accordingly, stroking her neck, then her chest, and then unbuttoning her blouse to access her breasts. She finished her drink, put down her glass, and ran her other hand up her leg slowly until she had reached her damp patch. She couldn't wait any longer. She pulled her thong to one side and started to stroke her wet lips, teasingly, her eyes letting Jack know what she wanted him to do. He lifted her feet, and kissed them and continued to ply her legs with kisses, trailing them up to her inner thigh. He then remove her hand, and lightly kissed her on her wet lips, causing her to moan. He licked her lips, and then kissed them passionately. She held on to his head, never wanting to let him go. His kisses we soft at first, but he soon increased his intensity, giving her sticky pussy all the tongue he could, her moans egging him on to do more. He then moved his attention to her clit, licking it softly at first, letting his fingers slowly enter her sopping hole, and once two were fully inside her, he gently massaged her gspot, and increase his oral activity on her clit. She couldn't take anymore, and she quickly came, squirting all over his hand. Noting that she was soaking his sofa, she tried to pull away and apologize, but he wouldn't let her, and his tongue took away her ability to speak coherently. She screamed as she came again unexpectedly, following that with a growl. This was like a switch to him, and he now needed to enter her. He continued to finger her relentlessly, and reverted back to plying her with kisses traveling up her body. By now her blouse was open and she have removed her bra just in time for him to give her breasts she attention they desired. He licked, nipped and sucked on her until she took hold of his head and passionately kissed him on the lips.

"Fuck me." She requested between breaths and kisses. He didn't reply, but continued to kiss her on her lips, neck, chest, and back up again. She bit his lip, hard. He growled loudly and pulled back and stood up. The look on his face scared her. She recoiled as he reached for her wrist and pulled her up. She tried to fight him, but he was too strong for her, and her heart wasn't fully in resisting. He lead her to the arm of the sofa and bent her over it, the pulled her thong down and off. She could feel more of her juices drip down her leg as she heard a shuffling behind her, and then recognised the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor. She let out a yelp ass she felt his hand sharply across her ass. He spread her legs and teased her pussy a little more before very slowly pushing his hard throbbing cock deep into her tight, wet, warm pussy. She felt like heaven to him. It had been so long since he had fucked a girl, that he was not prepared for how good she felt. It took everything he had not to lose his load in the first few minutes. He screwed her slow and deep until he could compose himself properly, and then he increased his pace. It wasn't long before he was pound her hard, being continually turned on by her moans and screams into the cushion she was gripping. The seems to be fucking for hours, Hans voice was starting to get horse. Three times she came, each time harder than the last, Han became more vocally expressive with each orgasm. As she gushed all over both of them and the floor, she lost the ability to stand straight. He slowed his onslaught, not stopping, but giving her a chance to breath.

"C-cum for me." Han requested, barely able to speak. He wanted to, but not 'there', not yet. He backed out of her, causing her to sigh with a moan, as more of her juice ran down her legs. He then grabbed her skirt and pulled her up, turn her around and kissed her hard while gently stroking her now sore pussy. He back her against the wall, and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his throbbing cock covered in her juices. She knew what to do. She explored his erection with her hands, stroking it lightly, getting a feel of it, and watching his reaction. She was a quick study. With her back to the wall, she slowly crouched and took one long look at his manhood before licking his head, making Jack flinched. He loved the way she handled him, the way her lips and tongues felt on and along his penis, so when she finally took his length fully into her mouth, he knew it would be a short amount of time before he would finish. She looked up at him occasionally staring into his eyes, and then would lose herself again in the act of pleasuring him orally. She used one hand to gently caress his balls, and after playing with her pussy and getting her fingers wet, would reach up and place then in his mouth. She was now in full swing. She reached out for his hands and placed them behind her head, then placed her hands around his thighs, pulling her in closer. She gradually worked up to taking his entire length, moaning with delight as he pulled head in close to assist. He was now fucking her face, hard, and she was enjoying every second of it, and could also feel her reward was close. She again played with his balls in an attempt to speed him up, meanwhile playing with her soaking wet pussy bringing herself close to another orgasm. He moans vibrated through both of their bodies, help him get to the point where he could no longer hold back. He pulled out of her mouth and reached for her hand, she understood. She took and firm grip and jerked him for all she was worth, then he took over and command she open her mouth. She obeyed with a smile, presenting her breasts to him as a secondary target. He held himself extremely close to the edge for some time, and one lick from her brought him over it, causing him to orgasm violently shooting jets of hot cum into her mouth and over her face, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She waited patiently as he finished cumming over her, then, looking him directly in the eyes, she brought her breasts to her mouth and licked up all she could reach, swallowing every last drop, all with a huge grin on her face.

Jack stumbled and fell onto the sofa, lacking the energy to even speak. He reached out to Han who stood up and, still dripping, made her way over to him. She planted herself next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, both breathing heavily. They both fell asleep in this position, only to be awoken by Hans phone at 8am. She quickly rush to answer it, it was her parents, checking she was ok. She tried to fix herself while looking at Jack, and she grinned at him, when she uttered the words "I stayed the night at a friend's". She hung up, and once again planted herself next to him. They looked at each other and giggled, they were still a mess.

"Can I use your bathroom?" She asked as she removed her skirt and started to gather her clothes.

"No." Jack replied softly, shaking his head with a cheeky grin.

She hit him with her clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Once Jack heard the shower come on, he headed into his bedroom and found a towel for her to use, He knocked on the bathroom door before placing the towel over it. Once she had finished showering, she left the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her, and made her way downstairs where Jack cleaned up. He smacked her on the ass told her it was his turn. He quickly stripped and jumped in the shower, and smiled to himself as he did so. When he had finished, he noticed how hungry he was, and reasoned that Han would be too. He brushed finish his bathroom routine, dried himself, got dressed, and headed towards the kitchen, past a smiling Han who was busy on her phone.

"Do you have a charger I can use?" She asked him, shouting through to the kitchen.

Jack directed her to where he kept it, and when he noticed that he had no food in the house, he announced he was going out, and would be back shortly.

He ran to the cafe around the corner, and grabbed a selection for them to eat, as well as a coffee for Han, then rushed back to the house. When he entered the house, Han was standing in front of him, waiting patiently, wearing nothing but one of Jacks shirt and a smile.

"You had nothing planned today, right?" She asked with a mischievous tone.

Jack looked her up and down and smiled.

Candy Cane Part Two

I had been staring at the ceiling for a couple of minutes from my spread position on our living room floor, when the clatter of plates and cutlery brought me back to the present. I felt tired and hungry, and the smell of food wasn’t helping.

“Dinner’s ready in 5” she shouted from the kitchen, no doubt indicating my need to clean up before eating. I helped myself to my feet and proceeded to pick up my bag and my clothes on my way upstairs, only to find that she had discarded hers. This is nothing new, as she prefers to stay in a state of undress, especially while cooking. I collected her items too and threw them on our bed before washing up in the bathroom and heading back down for dinner. One place was set, with a chilled bottle of my favourite cider waiting for me on a coaster, and a bottle opener next to it. I sat, and she served. She smiled at my reaction. She knows what I like.

“Dig in” she requests. I do.

“You have eaten already?” I enquire.

“Yes” she responded “I had a big lunch and wasn’t that hungry, so I made myself a salad.”

I didn’t expect to eat with her; she keeps herself busy and often eats before I reach home. It’s no secret that she likes her food, one of the things I’ve liked about her from the day we met.

She disappears into the living room as I tuck into the lamb chops she has cooked to perfection, and I start to hear music. She has put on one of her play-lists, not my thing, but I don’t mind it. When she’s in a good mood she likes to work to it. She likes to dance. She continues around the house about her business as I continue to enjoy my meal. The negative events of the day take a back seat to the positive musings of my current situation. Between bites I consider my weekend, our plans to “get away” for a day or two, and how lucky I am to have such a special woman in my life… something I often fail to share with her.

She returns to the kitchen with a skip in her step and gives me a smile as she passes and heads straight for the oven. She bends over at the waist to open it, giving me a view that’s more than stimulating, and a view of the red lines as a reminder of what had happened not an hour earlier. She gives a quiet expression of satisfaction before messing with knobs and moving purposefully around the kitchen.

She comes and sits with me and watches me finish my meal. I hate that. I hate being watched, eating, sleeping, anything, but that’s what she likes to do.  I watch her watch me, her smile grows, and I let out a small, almost nervous laugh.

“What would you like with dessert?” she enquires.

“Do we have chocolate and strawberry ice cream?” I ask.

“Mhmm” she replies “a scoop of each?”

I nod in confirmation as I finish the last morsels on my plate. She takes the plate away and washes up as I take another swig at my bottle. Usual practice in this house, if she cooks, I wash up, it’s how I was brought up.

“Come and dry” she requests. I put my drink down and reluctantly make my way to the sink.

“I would have done it all later” I proclaim.

“I know” She responds, as she playfully splashes me with water “I just wanted it out of the way.”

As she finishes washing the last item, she dries her hands, steps behind me and throws her arms around me while I continue to dry. Before I put down the towel, her hands start to move south, into my baggy jeans, which quickly became very tight. I unbuckle my belt, which flies loose at the last step, and she eagerly moves in. By now she was already crouched down, and so manoeuvres herself between my legs and proceeds to take my now engorged member in her hand, only to run her tongue from the base to the tip. I gasp sharply. I then feel the moist warmth of her mouth over the entirety of my cock, and her lips seal around its base, and she slowly and deliberately draws back as her eyes fix on mine. She repeats this action a few times, working her tongue more and more each time. My breathing becomes shallow. She pauses and grips my penis firmly, and hungrily works her tongue around its head, leaving me weakened, needing to prop myself up on the kitchen sink. She knows what she’s doing, always has. I don’t know how much longer I can keep standing. That’s when things change. She puts her hands around me and holds on to my thighs as she greedily sucks at my throbbing dick, gradually increasing her pace and pressure until her tongue is a raging tornado of pleasure that I can no longer endure. I use my right hand on the sink to remain upright, while my left hand involuntarily grabs hold of the back of her head, something I hadn’t been comfortable doing, but which spurs her onward. She knows she has me on the ropes, and that what she’s doing is working. She continues until I am no longer able to hold back. She knows its coming. She holds on tightly as I quietly yell sounds no letters in the english language can spell, and I release hot jet after jet down her throat in fits and spasms. Without letting up, she slowly draws away and ravenously makes sure she devours every last drop, leaving no evidence of what has just occurred.

She checks her face on the oven door and smugly rises to her feet. She removes her homemade apple cobbler from the oven, creates six slices and removes two slices, placing them on two plates. She then takes three small tubs of ice cream out of the freezer, places 4 scoops of ice cream onto the plates, puts the tubs back, and brings the plates to the table, which she hops onto,  then begins eating her dessert.

“Don’t you want any?” She nonchalantly asks me between bites as I start to regain my composure.

“Yeah,” I answered “Give me a second.” She giggles.

I pulled up my jeans, and made my way to the table, sat down and started to eat my dessert. I looked her up and down and enjoyed the view while eating. She ate silently, and I could hear her spoon moving slower than usual, which has always indicated to me that she is thinking. I waited for her to share her thoughts, but she didn’t say a word, so I asked her. “Nothing” she quietly replied, but her voice had a slightly mischievous tone to it. What was she up to?

I continued to enjoy my dessert, but she had done something different with it, which I could not place. She noticed my quizzical expression and slyly asked what was wrong? “I don’t know” I murmured. Then, just as I had taken my last spoonful, I’d noticed my lack of strawberry ice cream.

“You only gave me one scoop of chocolate!” I protested.

“Oh really?” she retorted. Then, with one swift movement, she spun ninety degrees and swung a leg over my head, spooned out a half melted ball of strawberry ice cream and dropped it on her chest. She pulled herself closer towards me, and I watched the melted ice cream rapidly run down her body. “See? There’s your other scoop.” She said cheekily. “Catch it while you can.”

I wasted no time. I pushed the chair out of the way and rushed to catch the rapidly descending drip with my tongue, licking my way up her body. There was no way I was going to get it all, so I went straight for the finish line. I pulled her right to the edge of the table, and buried my face right between her legs. She struggled momentarily to keep her balance, nut managed to support herself. I started to lick her lips upwards towards her clit, circling it many times before licking downwards and repeating the process, occasionally thrusting my tongue inside her. I love her taste, her sounds, her movements, the effect nibbling on her clit has. I decide to concentrate on her favourite area. I circle her clit for a while, and every now and then I’d flick my tongue across it, and up and down, and I’d hear her gasp sharply every time. Then, as she goes quiet, I’d notice her struggle to keep herself propped up. By now I’d gone for the kill. I’d lick at her clit like I was trying to finish a lollipop, and I’d hear her voice strain. I increase speed and pressure and grip her ass firmly, my nails digging in as I pull her closer to my eager mouth. I refuse to relent until I hear her satisfactory moans. Once again I hear her breathing quicken, the pitch of her moans get louder and higher, and as I increase the pace and pressure slightly, she begins to soak my face with her juices. Then suddenly, her body shudders, as though a quake had taken place inside her, and a tsunami was released upon me. This didn’t slow me down, it never does, but among her continued moans is the request for me to pull away, so I switch to kisses all the way up her body, and licking up any residual ice cream left upon her, before kissing and biting her neck and moving to her lips.

She smiles at me, and I smile back as I pick up the dirty plates and proceed to wash everything up. I   then help her up off the table, slap her ass and send her upstairs to clean up, while I clean up the mess we’ve made on the table.

It’s early still, but it has been a long day, and an energetic evening… all I want to do now is sleep. So I step into the bathroom and give my wife a kiss goodnight and tell her I am going to bed. She checks the time, giggles, returns my goodnight kiss and disappears downstairs. I wash, brush my teeth, get undressed, and fall onto my bed, where I think about the day gone by, and my plans for the next day. And these are my last thoughts before falling asleep.

Candy Cane Part One

Home sweet…

What the…!

She told me she needed the car today. Errands. This left me to take the bus home after a long and extremely stressful day. I am tired. I do not need this. I arrive to find my basketball net has been run over by my newly scratched car… From the other side of my fence. I am not a handyman, that fence took me ages to erect, by myself. What the hell was she playing at?!

I struggle to feel for the right key, then let myself in and slam the door behind me. The sound of the TV switching off and the two seconds of movement interrupt my intention to shout her name. I make my way to the living room, the smell of lamb temporarily distracts me, I am hungry, it is my favourite, she knows I’m not happy. I open the living room door to find a 30 year old schoolgirl, sitting like a geisha; head bowed, and laid in front of her is what my parents would call a switch.

“What happened?” I ask, keeping my mind on the matter at hand.

“I’m sorry, my heal broke when I pulled into the drive.” She does sound genuinely concerned. “And some guy in a taxi scratched the car when I was parked in town, but he didn’t stop and I couldn’t get his numbers.”

“Were you wearing your glasses?” I already knew the answer.

“No,” she replies quietly, “I’m sorry.”

As my blood simmers I ask her “are you ok? Are you hurt?”

“I’m ok, I’m not hurt.”

My heavy breathing is the only thing disturbing the silence. Then she stands up and moves towards me “I really am sorry.” I don’t respond. Everything and nothing is going through my head at this point, like a white noise.

She reaches out to touch me, but I step back. Neither of us expected that. She turns around and bends over to pick up the cane she had laid in front of her… Damn! Mini skirt and no underwear, that’s not fair… she turns and offers the cane to me from her outstretched palms.

“What’s this?” I enquire as to what’s expected.

“Please take it.” She requests. I comply. She turns and walks away towards the sofa, hitches up her skirt, leans over the arm of the sofa, tightly grips a couple of cushions, and looks at me, bottom lip firmly gripped between her teeth.

This is new. We’d talked about this before, but never got around to trying it. And of course this situation is different.

I dropped my bag and removed my coat, swung the cane a few times, and checked her reaction… She gripped the cushions a little tighter. I approach her position and held her skirt up against her back, and truthfully told her “This will hurt me more than it hurts you.” She let out a quietly muffled, nervous laugh.

I take a small swing, to give her a light tap; I feel her body relax beneath my left hand. I take another swing… Her grip on the cushions loosens. One more swing, and I see her head drop. What is she thinking? Deep down I know it’s not hard enough for her. But I love this woman, I swore to protect her from harm… but I also promised I’d keep her happy, and she vowed the same. I started reflecting on where we were, and working backwards, thought about the events that lead to this moment. My jaw clenched and my fist tightened. I struck a little harder, she flinched. I thought about my basketball hoop, that’s my usual stress relieving spot… I hit a little harder, I hear her exhale sharply. I bet she hit it deliberately. I hit harder still. That damn fence! I hit even harder. Her body tenses. My fucking car! Another hit! Her nails dig into those cushions. Fucking taxi driving bastard! Another crack, this one produces a yelp. I’m lost in this now. Every thought of the events of this day, from the moment I stepped into work to the moment I reach home, leads to an increasingly harder swing that lands a sharper hit. Her exhales turn to moans, turn to screams. 15 minutes of intense lashings later, I notice the myriad of red lines I’ve left across her ass. I stop and pick her up, I have no idea how long she’s been crying. I want to apologize for making her cry, I haven’t done that for years, but she hates the ‘S’ word, so I don’t say it. Instead I intend to hold her, but she quickly pulls away, takes off my tie, and suggestively holds her wrists together. Something else we hadn’t tried… Yet. I tie her hands together tightly, and she returns to the same position. I take the cane to her again… The first strike was as hard as the last from the previous round. “Fuck!” She screams out. I don’t think she expected that. A few more hits has her sobbing into a cushion. I change my method; the ‘switch’ gets dashed to one side in exchange for my hand. On the first strike I notice how wet she has become. In this position I can’t resist, I insert a finger, which incites a sharp gasp from her, shortly followed by her verbal rejection as she tries to stand up.

“Shut the fuck up and get back to where you were!” I command.

“Shit.” She quietly exclaims, and I continue to punish her bare handedly.

That wet pussy is on my mind now. I skill-fully unzip and remove my trousers and boxers without missing a beat, and without giving the game away to her. I stop her spanking and keep her held down while I repositioned myself behind her. She couldn’t see what was happening; I could feel her quizzical expression. I answered by slowly entering her.

“No!” She half heartedly protests.

I ignore her. I had no idea this was what I’d been waiting for all day. As I held her down in the position she’s already been stuck in for the last 45 minutes, I quickly build up a strong rhythm that transforms her original protest into painful moans of acceptance, quickly followed by my moans of enjoyment, shortly echoed by her moans of agreement.

Our, or rather my, pace increases. By now her hands have shaken free of her binding. This is unacceptable. I rectify the situation by leaning forward and holding her down by her wrists. She can’t escape the force of my weight. She forces her hands closer to her face and sinks her teeth into my arms, but the harder she bites; the harder I plough into her tight, wet pussy. She buries her face into the cushions, but her muffled screams still came through loud and clear. Then her volume decreased a little as I increased in speed… I love this part, this song, it spurs me on: With every exhale she moans. She starts low, quiet, then gradually her voice gets higher, louder. Sometimes there is the request to go harder or increase my speed, then she fidgets if I don’t… Not tonight, tonight we go by my rules only! I keep my pace, but slightly increase my power, and I stand my ground in holding her down… She is going nowhere this time. I make it last. Eventually she reaches her final stages, her chorus approaches its peak, and as I conduct her with my baton, I join her as she reaches her climatic ending.

We pause for a second before bowing; collapsing on each other, then dropping to the floor, where way lay for maybe 10 minutes. Once again the silence is disturbed by heavy breathing. She rolls into me to cuddle momentarily, before rising to her feet, adjusting her clothes, and nonchalantly asking “Hungry?”

I had forgotten about my treat in the kitchen. Little did I know she had other ideas. But that’s a story for another time.