OvercomingtheNeed

Zenobia
Renquist

Book Two of the Daily Grind
Series

Naomie has a craving. She wants to
deliver her cookies to Dane while he’s at work, shop with Mia to find the
perfect outlet store and heat things up poolside with a few close friends. She
won’t be satisfied until she goes down her to-do list and checks every box: morning
anal, office play, lesbian sex for the camera, see-through swimsuits and an all-male
threesome…

Just a typical Friday for an
exhibitionist housewife.

An Exotika®
contemporary erotica
story from Ellora’s
Cave

For Cookies

Naomie licked her lips as she surveyed her options. She knew
which one she wanted but she liked looking at the others and getting
excited…not that she wasn’t excited already. The shallow drawer that ran half
the length of the dresser had her attention. It held part of her anal plug
collection—the ones without tails attached.

Each plug had a memory connected to it, starting with the
day she and Dane had bought it. All the plugs had been purchased after Naomie
got together with Dane. Her husband was a serious ass man. If he wasn’t fucking
her ass, he was fingering or toying it. He was the major reason for her anal
sensitivity.

Because her asshole belonged to Dane and Dane alone, he
loved to plug it—a visual
Do Not Enter
sign for her sex friends. Her
usual daily-wear plug was a stainless steel teardrop with a jeweled base. She
had two different sizes and multiple colors but she couldn’t wear one of those
today, not yet.

She ran her fingers over her row of regulars on the way to
her choice for the morning. The black glass plug was cold when she picked it
up. Glass was like that, taking on the temperature of its surroundings. That
was part of what made it so fun. She had several glass plugs but rarely wore
them out of the house because the ornate designs were difficult to sit on.

Today was a special occasion, hence the need for a special
plug. The black glass was shaped into a miniature long-stemmed rose. The base
was a rose in bloom while the plug was a tapered teardrop at the end of a
two-inch stem.

She’d gotten it for Dane’s birthday a few years ago. His
birthday had fallen on a Saturday and she’d brought him breakfast in bed,
complete with the single rose in a vase. Her ass had been the vase. That had
been a wonderfully tiring day.

For her birthday a few months later, Dane had bought her
seven more from the same line—the larger version of the one she’d bought him
and then the three other colors available in the two sizes. He said he would
have gotten her an even dozen if the company offered that many colors. He’d
taken the day off work so they could try out each one to see which color she
liked the most—a silly yet ecstasy-filled endeavor since the plugs were all
identically shaped, only varying in size and color.

In the end, Dane liked her asshole decorated with the black
glass best. She bumped the drawer closed and made her way to the bed. After
setting the glass plug next to the bottle of lube that had a permanent home on
the nightstand, she tugged the comforter off the end of the bed.

Dane’s breathing hitched, probably from the drop in
temperature after losing his blanket. He scratched the flat, hard abs of his
stomach before turning his head to the side and snoring softly. He always made
it so easy, lying there defenseless and visually inviting her to run her tongue
over every inch of his olive skin—a feat that would take some time considering
Dane’s six-foot-six height and toned, broad-shouldered frame.

Naomie loved a challenge. If it were the weekend, she would
indulge. She glanced at the clock in time to see the digital numbers change to
five. Time to wake her sleeping giant. Though they had a clock with an alarm,
they never used it. Naomie was up early for her exercise routine anyway so she
volunteered to wake Dane in a way that wasn’t as jarring as an obnoxious
buzzer.

She crawled onto the bed and straddled his waist, facing his
feet. Like most men, Dane had morning wood—semi-erect as though his dick was
trying to wake up. She knew how to help. A little swipe of her finger along the
underside of Dane’s shaft made him fully erect and ready.

Cupping his arousal, she lifted up on her knees and shuffled
forward. When her pussy entrance was poised over his tip, she lowered herself.
Dane’s thick length penetrated her deep, pulling a happy sigh from her and a
sleepy grunt from him.

He wasn’t awake. She didn’t have to check to make sure. Her
husband needed a little more coaxing to let go of sleep and she planned to give
it to him. She had to get situated first, which meant leaning back on her hands
and fitting his dick more snugly inside her. The slight shifts that drove him
deeper as she adjusted her position had Naomie biting her bottom lip and
whimpering.

She gave her body a test roll to get her rhythm. The motion
pressed Dane’s tip against her core before sliding him along her channel.
Another roll and he nudged her core again. Naomie decided a full body roll was
overdoing it. She settled on swirling her hips so she rode Dane’s dick. As she
picked up speed, she panted loudly with her head tossed back.

Morning sex after a workout was the best. She didn’t know
why it had taken them moving to a new house before she discovered it. Her
workout routine used to be after Dane went to work, except the neighbors had
complained. Switching to exercising before Dane woke up had worried her because
she hadn’t wanted to be too tired to enjoy their morning quickie.

That was so not the case. If anything, her morning workout
had turned into a form of foreplay. That especially held true because of her
male neighbors turning out to watch her. Just thinking about all those men
staring at her while they jerked off got her so wet she was dripping down the
insides of her thighs by the time she woke Dane.

His dick slid in and out of her with ease, massaging her
pussy, making her wish he would wake up already so the real fun could begin.
She let out a savoring groan.

Dane yawned loud and scratched his chest. “Morning, sugar.”

“Morning.” She smiled over her shoulder at him.

He snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her so she lay
back. She moved her head to the side so she didn’t stuff her long, dark-brown
ponytail in his face. While she was busy adjusting, Dane raised his knees and
took control. He palmed her left breast, started stroking her clit with his
free hand and bucked beneath her in a rapid pace.

It was hard to believe he’d just woken up with the speed he
moved. He circled the pads of his fingers over her clit quickly and tugged at
her nipple ring as he kneaded her breast. “Mmmm. A very good morning.” He
licked her neck and then nibbled at her earlobe.

Naomie sucked in a loud gasp of pleasure. “Oh fuck!”

Propping her feet on his raised knees, she braced herself
and enjoyed her husband’s wake-up call. She’d chosen wisely with this position.
But then she’d never chosen unwisely. Any position was amazing so long as Dane
was part of it.

“You are so hungry for it, sugar.”

“Oh yes, Big D. Give it to me.”

“So fucking wet.” He let out a hungry growl and then latched
his mouth on to her neck below her ear, sucking hard enough that he would leave
a hickey.

Naomie covered her mouth to control her screams of
satisfaction. She reached back for the headboard with her free hand and had to
swat for it before she could grab it. It didn’t help anchor her because the bed
was rocking too.

“Oh my God! I love it. I love it. I love you.” She chanted
the litany over and over until she was crying out again.

Dane exhaled hard against her neck. “That’s it. Oh yeah.”

She shook her head. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

She begged him to keep going but her climax rendered her
silent as the sensation crashed into her. Her knees drew up to her chest
involuntarily and she forgot to breathe.

“That’s my sugar.” Dane laughed as he kept moving, hammering
her pussy and rubbing her clit.

Naomie gulped in mouthfuls of air so she could talk. “Yes!
Oh my God! Right there. Right there. Right there. Going to come again. Again.
Oh, Big D. Yes!” She clenched her inner muscles as another orgasm threatened to
peak.

He laid a loud kiss on her cheek. “My pussy is hungry this
morning, gripping my dick tight like that. She wants her cream.” He slowed
until he was easing in and out of her channel in long strokes.

She whimpered with need. She was so close. Lowering her feet
back to Dane’s knees, she decided to speed things up if he wouldn’t. Dane’s
hand on her clit held her immobile for his slow torture.

“Hungry little pussy. Isn’t that a hungry pussy?”

“Yes. Yes, Big D. Please. Give it to me, please.” Squirming
and writhing against his chest didn’t help her get free of him. “Please.
Please. Please.” She let out begging mewls.

“That’s what I wanted.” He stroked her clit fast as he
resumed surging into her pussy.

Naomie climaxed to the feel of Dane’s erection prodding her
core. She arched her back, pressing her left breast into his hand, and whined
with the need to have more and for the desire to stop.

Dane buried his dick to the base and spilled himself. Each
hot spurt of cum made him jerk so he continued stroking her pussy.

He relaxed against the bed and heaved a satisfied sigh as he
wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “You are the best fucking alarm
ever, sugar.”

All she could manage was a soft whimper.

Chuckling softly, Dane dropped another kiss on her neck.
“Pussy got her cream and now she’s all sleepy.”

She nodded.

He rolled, placing Naomie on her side so he spooned her. One
more kiss on her neck, closer to her jaw this time, and he eased his dick free.
Naomie gasped and balled in on herself, still sensitive from her double orgasm.

Dane patted her side and headed for the bathroom. He
stretched with his arms in the air, shifting his head from side to side. “Damn
good morning.”

Naomie waved him away. He’d taken all her energy, leaving
her exhausted and ready for sleep. She needed to stay awake until he left,
though, so she could kiss him goodbye. That was requisite. They never parted
without a kiss goodbye.

She also needed to use the bathroom after him and take a
shower. Before all that, she should get up or else the semen dripping from her
pussy would create a wet spot on the sheets. Prudent suggestions all but none
of them happened.

Naomie blinked. The next thing she knew Dane was petting her
ass while making an approving noise. “That’s what I like to see—pussy sated and
drooling.” He trailed a single finger between her cum-soaked lower lips.

A tiny moan left her as she readied for the next round. Dane
leaned over the bed and placed his wet finger against her mouth. Naomie licked
it clean and then sucked it.

Dane slipped his free hand under her side and around her
waist and pulled her ass-first to the edge of the bed. With amusement he said,
“I shouldn’t have done that. Pussy was napping and happy but I think I woke her
up.” He pressed his pant-clad erection against her ass.

Naomie shifted on her side so she rubbed the hardness and
tempted Dane to continue what he’d started. He was dressed, with his short
black hair styled in a sleek side comb, and ready for work, which meant she’d
fallen asleep after all and longer than she’d thought.

Dane wiggled the finger inside Naomie’s mouth, petting her
tongue, before he retrieved it and smoothed it around the rim of her asshole.
He made a knowing sound when she let out a happy rumble. “Yup. Pussy is awake
and hungry again. Pussy is going to have to settle for what she got, and a
pacifier.”

While she could pout, Naomie didn’t bother. Sex all day was
a weekend thing. Dane had to go to work. Plus he would be home early since it
was Friday.

He asked, “What’s this then?”

She glanced over her shoulder.

Dane picked up the rose plug and then arched an eyebrow at
her. “Fancy now, aren’t we?”

“Just wanted to feel pretty.”

“And who’s going to see this?”

Naomie tried to suppress her smile as she turned her face
away and settled back on her side.

“Naomie,” Dane said with an edge of warning. When she didn’t
answer, he slipped his finger into her asshole and wiggled it quickly.

Naomie squealed in delight but shook her head.

“Fine. If you won’t tell me then you aren’t getting it.” He
freed his finger and headed for the dresser, probably to pick out another plug.

Naomie said quickly, “You, Dane. Just you.”

He stopped and faced her. “Me?”

She nodded. “Only you.”

He looked down at the rose and then back at her. “You’re not
going out today? I thought you and Mia were going swimsuit shopping for the
pool party tonight?”

“We are. I plan to wear a different one for that trip.”

A slow smile curved Dane’s lips. He returned to the bed and
slipped his finger back into her asshole. “Feeling pretty, huh?”

She made an affirmative noise as she pushed back so the top
of her ass smoothed against his leg.

“Sure. I’ll buy that.” He leaned close as he added a second
finger and pumped. “For now.”

At the moment Naomie didn’t care if he didn’t believe her.
She was telling the truth but the way he was teasing her asshole had her
distracted. Soon she was panting and drawing her knees up to her chest, opening
herself to more than just fingers.

“Don’t, Naomie.”

She made a questioning noise.

“You know I have to get to work.”

Smiling over her shoulder, she said, “I’m not stopping you.”

“Goddamn it. I’m going to be stuck in fucking rush hour.”
Dane set the rose on the bed and fumbled with the nightstand drawer. He grabbed
a condom and ripped open the package with his teeth.

Naomie helped him put it on, knowing base desire had won out
over responsibility.

He drew his fingers out of her ass and replaced them with
his dick. Though he acted like he was being rushed, Dane took his time nudging
his way inside her.

“Oh yes.” Naomie sighed as she hugged her knees.

Dane gripped her hip with one hand when he started moving.
He kept the pace sedate for all of three strokes before he was hammering her
ass the way he had her pussy earlier. “Fucking worth every light.” He tugged
her closer so he could drive deeper.