by Megan McCoy
All she wanted was a few hours alone with her… she vowed, no matter what Eric thought, to invite her out for a girl’s night soon. She’d get her loaded on some kind of girly, fruity drink and make her spill all her deep, dark secrets. Holly looked forward to it very much. Despite Eric’s misgivings, she knew it was the right thing to do, and she was going to do it. He would never punish her for doing the right thing, even if he didn’t totally approve.
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A few hours later, she walked out or the restaurant, stomach full, a tiny bit of a wine buzz, and with Eric’s arm around her, “I was so good, wasn’t I?” she asked, leaning against him. He was extremely wonderful, and she was extremely glad he was hers.
“You were!” he generously complimented her. “I was very pleased.”
Holly wiggled all the way to her newly painted toes, to have pleased him. He laughed, and then said seriously, “Holly, I have to admit wondering about Meredith. What do you suppose her deal is? Do you think she needs some meds to take the edge off or what’s going on? She just acts like she’s about to jump out of her skin all the time. Ethan says she doesn’t act like that when they are alone, but who knows?”
“I don’t know,” Holly sighed. “I’d love to find out though and see if I could help. It’s not normal to be that nervous all the time.”
“I guess you could ask her about it,” Eric said, slowly. “Sometime when you two are alone. See what you can find out. I’m one hundred per cent certain that Ethan isn’t an abuser, because he knows I’d jerk a knot in his tail, but something isn’t right there.”
Holly felt a flush of gratitude toward him. “I agree with you that something isn’t right, but thank you for agreeing with me that someone needs to talk to her. Maybe she was a victim in the past. I agree though, that Ethan isn’t the kind of guy who’d be mean.” She paused and thought of her recently hot red bottom. “But really, who knows what goes on behind closed doors?”
Eric sighed and said, “Okay, next week, you talk to Meredith, I’ll talk to Ethan, and we will make sure that whatever is going on is totally consensual, and see why she acts like a nervous kitten all the time.”
“Agreed,” she said, and slipped her hand on his knee. “And what shall we do when we get home that is totally consensual?”
“Oh, I bet we can think of something fun.” He obligingly moved her hand much higher on his lap. His erection was bulging under his pants. She wriggled happily, loving that she turned him on this much. A few words here and there, and he was strong and hard and ready for her. How did she get so lucky? She didn’t know but was sure glad it happened.
“How long till home?” she whimpered. “Can it be soon? Can you speed?”
Holly saw the speedometer move up a notch, as he said, “No. I can’t. I don’t want a ticket or the fact you’re blowing me off getting any attention.”
“Oh,” she got the hint, and moaned as her hand fumbled with his belt. Stupid males and all their enclosures. Elastic sweatpants should be required for everyone! She would be queen and make a rule!
Finally, she managed to pull him out. Thick and hard and huge in her hand… then suddenly her mouth. How had that happened? Surprise! She flashed back to The Chorus Line song. She loved a musical. And him and his wonderful large huge thick self.
Her mouth and mind happily occupied with her delicious dessert, the drive home flew by. Why car manufacturers decided that barriers between the driver and passenger were now mandatory in all cars baffled her. Sure, it was nice that you had a spot to put your coffee cup and sunglasses, but really, it made getting busy very challenging. Surely, that wasn’t their evil plan all along, was it? A kind of morality police via console? Nah, they weren’t that devious, were they?
Mouth—she just loved the way he tasted. The slightly salty, slightly bitter taste of his leaked pre-cum in her mouth, and yet the sweetest thing she’d ever had. She loved the way he felt. Hard and strong and throbbing under her fingers, in her mouth, against her tongue. Licking and tasting and suckling and just enjoying and—
“Up!” He commanded, and she obediently pulled away, sitting up, and covering his erection with her hand, as the semi blew past them on the other side of the road. They had done this before. She knew the drill.
Once the semi had gone barreling down the other side of the road, giggling innocently, Holly dropped her head again. Yum. She loved the taste of her man. Was there anything better? Nope, not even chocolate. Just him. His taste was so special—so wonderful. Not that she ever wanted another, but no one could ever taste as great or be him. That was the key. No one else could ever be him.
“Road looks empty for a while,” Eric said.
“Thank goodness!” Holly removed her mouth, to give it a break, and used her hand to keep him firm, then demanded, “I want to be home, and I want to be home now.” She stroked him gently, rubbing up and down softly, aching to taste more, to put him in her mouth. Why not? There was no reason at all to deny herself pleasure.
Glancing around she could see only empty road, as he’d said, so she pulled him again, a few times, just to make sure he was interested, letting him point out proud and strong, and her mouth watered as she licked him up and down both sides.
Tongue twirling and slurping, one of his hands fisted in her hair, guiding to where and what he wanted. She loved that. She sucked harder, faster, to where she could feel him almost ready, starting to throb, then slowed. She wanted him to come inside her pussy tonight, not in her mouth.
Her hand found his heavy firm sacks, obviously craving attention. She stroked and played and then decided, why not, and popped one in her mouth. Yeah, it was a little awkward with pants and seat and all, but that didn’t stop her from humming all over him. Oh yes, that was exactly what he liked. As hard as he got under her stroking hand, she knew he was having a great time, too. More than great, she hoped.
He moaned, and said, “Remember, I’ve got to concentrate on driving,” in a voice thick and gravely with want.
She giggled again, loving the power she could have over him.
Sure, he could upend her and paddle her butt, but right now, in this moment, she was in control and, yeah, it went to her head and she just loved it. She loved having the power just as much as she loved being submissive. Was there anything she didn’t love about this man?
Stroking his large hard shaft with one hand, she eagerly licked the tip, then suckled down the shaft, and cradled his balls with the other. Wanting to kiss them so badly, but her mouth was full, wanting him in her, with her…
“Do we have to wait till we’re home?” she whined, her hand taking over her mouth’s job for the moment while she waited for his answer.
“Probably a good idea,” he said tersely, and she grinned at the obvious want in his voice. Oh, she adored she could please him, and make him need and desire as much as she did. “But I doubt we’re going to make it to the bedroom.”
“As long as we don’t put on a show in the yard,” she mumbled, her tongue twisting around the head.
“If they can’t turn away, they can throw money,” he dragged out his old standard stock phrase from when they first started dating and were wildly, crazily making out everywhere and anywhere. Since moving in together, giving them more time, and their own comfy bed, that had calmed down some. Not completely though, obviously. Sometimes the urges still hit, and they were there in the parking lot, having themselves a really good time, just like the ‘old’ days.
Thank goodness for that. She hoped they never just acted like a boring, old married couple, just one place, and one position. Being that couple in their seventies or eighties that still made each other laugh and want to be together, was her main goal in life. She wanted this man for always and forever, and planned to do everything in her power to keep him delighted and interested in her.
Yes, a spanking now and then was also in that mix. As much as she didn’t want them, she did, and realized that because of them, her relationship made her the happie
st she’d ever been. Yes, it was a conundrum, but one she loved having. She mostly always felt like the luckiest female in the world.
That, she was pretty sure, was what everyone wanted, despite the fact she did not know everyone in the world. However, happy and content, loved, and safe would be what they wanted too, she felt pretty sure about that. She wanted that for Meredith.
Her brain forgot about Meredith as Eric pulled into their driveway. “Come on,” he growled hoarsely. “Let’s go see if we can be like a wrecking ball.”
He’d quoted one of her favorite songs, and that made her smile, happily. He’d never cared for country music till they met, and now he was quoting lyrics. She loved it. Of course, that meant she also quoted his old classic rock, and knew every Beatle song by heart by now. It seemed a fair trade.
All of their life as a couple, it seemed, was one fair trade after another. But for the fact she got her butt blistered occasionally, and he didn’t. But, as always, that was her choice.
Mostly.
She didn’t wait for him to open her door, but met him at the hood of the car, and let him lead her up the driveway, his hand holding hers, securely. Shivering intensely, his mouth said words that her brain realized on some level were sexy, hot, and needy. This she knew because her nipples tingled and her pussy contracted in pre orgasmic motions. All she wanted was him inside her. Yup, he was right, they were barely going to make it into the house.
Slamming the door behind him, he still had his hand in hers, as he turned her to face him. He flipped the hallway light on, stood her away from him, and told her, “Strip.”
Shivering with need and under his unwavering gaze, she did exactly as she was told. Because he said to, and she wanted to—anything for him. Her black pumps came off first. Then her jacket. On the floor. Who cared? They could pay a dry cleaning bill. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, one large button at a time, never lowering her gaze from his. How she loved him hot, hard, and wanting her. Necklace and earrings would stay on. A girl needed some sparkles to catch a man’s eye. What else would there be, after all?
He reached down and pulled himself out, not having bothered to buttoned or zipped on the way back inside. Holly watched Eric stroke himself, as she pulled her pale blue blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, giving a quick shimmy that she noticed he noticed.
Then she reached to the button on the side of her navy blue pencil skirt, glad that the days of panty hose were over. They were not a sexy look at all. Guys seemed to like them but she never understood why. Garters and hose or tights, yes. Panty hose, ick.
She let her skirt drop to her now bare feet. Stepping out of it, she moved a bit closer to him, clad only in her bra and panties. She wanted to be with him, held by him, closer than close. But he held up his only free hand and said, demanded, “All of it. Now.”
Whimpering softly, she said, “You too? Please?”
He shook his head. “I want you naked. Immediately.”
Realizing she wouldn’t get what she needed until she complied with his command, she reached behind her and unfastened the lacy pink bra, and leaning forward, let it fall off her arms, to join the pile of clothes puddling on the floor. Someone was going to have to pick all that up… tomorrow.
Her breasts ached to be touched, held, her nipples kissed, and maybe just a bit of a rough rub. With one quick movement she peeled down her matching pink panties and as they reached her feet, she launched out of them and into his arms. Now. She’d done what she was told, she needed a prize.
He seemed to have been expecting it and caught her, urging her legs up and around him. She clung to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he backed her against the wall. The wall was cold and hard, but he was warm and hard and she snuggled as close as she could to him.
Instinctively, she tensed, waiting for his entrance, but as always, he would make sure she was ready for him. She felt pretty sure she was ready, more than ready, but knew he’d make sure, as his mouth plundered hers, sweet lips, tasting of wine and male, forceful tongue, teasing, withdrawing, reminding her of what would be happening other places soon. His mouth left hers and traced down her neck, to her already pointed and aching for him nipples. They wanted. So much. She could feel the thrust she made to his mouth as he teased and tormented, lightly nipped. She moaned and whimpered and twisted in the security of his arms. She could not get enough of his mouth on her.
Then he looked her in the eye and growled, “Mine,” as he thrust inside her.
Her head hit the wall as she moaned in utter delight. Yes, she was his. Forever and always. Her choice.
Clutching his shoulders tightly, she could do nothing but hang on as he pounded her. Well, she could moan, and encourage verbally, so she did. “Yes! That!”
“You like that?” she could hear his smile in her ear as well as his words, but couldn’t answer as her body became overwhelmed with, of what she vaguely hoped, was only the first orgasm of the night.
“Good girl,” he whispered. He’d told her once he could feel her throb around him when she came. She knew how to fake it, but he’d forbidden it. She liked that, and knowing he knew and cared if she was satisfied, in all the ways there was to be. Mostly he wanted her satisfied multiply, so she whimpered as he pulled out of her. She shivered in his arms a second and as she recovered, heard him say, “Bed, woman, now.” He set her on her feet and smacked her naked butt, and she giggled and scampered up the stairs, with his still shod feet thundering right behind her.
Bed. He’d said, bed, so she jumped into the middle of its softness, and landed on all fours. “Stay just like that,” he told her and she smiled, hearing his shoes hit the floor and his zipper come down. His belt? Was that his belt she heard whispering out of the loops. Damn, she hoped so. “Please?” she begged, wiggling her butt at him.
“Anything to make you happy,” he said. “Arch your butt up for me. Downward dog.” He loved to watch her do yoga and that was his favorite position.
She did as she was told, whimpering slightly, wishing he would hold her, but knew he would soon. Assuming the position, she waited for the first smack to arrive.
Didn’t take him long at all. “Nice ass,” he said, and she could hear the belt whistle, gently through the air. This was no punishment so she wiggled in anticipation.
“Oh,” she moaned as the heat struck her bottom. Something about leather than just made her melt.
“Keep your butt up,” he commanded, and she tried, she really did. Every time the belt connected with her bottom, though, her knees gave way and she sank down onto the bed. As soon as she could catch her breath, she climbed back up to where he wanted her, rewarded with a quick rub on the hot spot, focusing on his voice, doing as he commanded. She didn’t mean to disobey, it was just a physical reaction. It didn’t hurt, like a punishment did, but stung wonderfully and spread heat from the top of her thighs to her already very wet cunt, and she ached with need and want.
Pushing her head against the headboard for support, she leaned on one arm and fingered her clit with her other hand. Her entire area felt full and swollen, and the belt hit her again, making her shiver and wiggle as she stroked harder, round and round.
In some part of her brain she could tell the sting in her bottom grew with each swing of his arm, and she knew she was about to scream. OMG was she going to…
She screamed in sheer ecstasy, and this time totally collapsed on the bed.
Eric immediately stopped and gathered her in his arms as she shook and floated down to earth again, shivering, throbbing, and wiggling.
“I knew I could make you come with a spanking,” he said smugly, while holding her close and brushing her hair out of her eyes.
“What?” She asked, dazed. He knew. Why did he know? Who would have thought? Not her. But he had, oh God, he had.
Now she wanted, just, only, more. Him. Breath. She needed to do that breathing thing. Soon. Now. Okay… in, out… and now she needed more.
Wiggling out
of his arms, she flipped onto her back and spread her legs, pulling her knees to her chest, and holding out her arms for him. The most submissive posture she could think of. He needed to be inside her now. Oddly, she noticed he still had his shirt on, but the second she thought it, he was pulling it off, and landing on top of her.
“Yes,” she moaned as he thrust in her for the… second, fourth, whatever… time today. Didn’t matter. It only matter she was going to explode again in a matter of seconds. He felt so thick and hard inside her, she knew it wasn’t going to be long for him either. Good, he deserved a release with all he’d done for her. He pulled her legs over his shoulders so he could be even deeper inside her and she cried out in utter delight as he pounded against her. She loved the sound of his belly smacking against hers, his balls slapping her pussy, the suction of her wetness pulling him back in. Then she couldn’t think anymore.
She could hear his ‘almost there’ sounds as she shattered into another million pieces a few minutes later. Happily, she could feel him pulse inside her, his heart pounding, and his hot breath in her ear. Inhaling deeply, smelling man and sex, she wiggled in sheer contentment. Was there anything better than this in the world? She didn’t think so. She knew there wasn’t. Luckiest girl in the world she was.
He collapsed on top of her for a minute and she reveled in his weight. He felt so good, then he pulled out of her while she gasped with the loss, but straightened her legs before they cramped. Rolling to the side of her, he snuggled her close. Curling up in his arms, she was happily asleep in minutes.
* * * * *
A few hours later, waking up, still drowsy, but wanting something, Eric looked over at his sleeping wife. Hair tousled, breasts exposed, beard rash on her chest, and half-smiling in her sleep, he felt a rush of love that just made him wide-awake. He got up, and padded to the bathroom.
Five years ago, he couldn’t imagine loving anyone as much as he loved her. Or that he would ever have someone who fit with him so well. Not only physically, though she was adorably blonde and curvy to his dark and hard leanness. When he held her, she fit just right in his arms. Not too small, not too tall. But she could challenge him on every level, mentally, physically, financially, emotionally, and could the woman make love! It was like something she was born to do—with him—and when he discovered her delightful little kinky side, it was the frosting on his cookie.