What Wendy Wants (5 page)

"Stay," Frank said to his wife once they were
inside their house. There was a bite in his voice, so that she understood: This
was not a request, but a command.

She raised her eyebrows at him, and he gave her a
reassuring smile. "I'll be right back."

Frank ran up the stairs to their bedroom and got out his
stash of stuff, preparing. He set out all the candles he had bought and lit
them. They gave the perfect kind of romantic, sexy light. He surveyed the room
one last time, and then trotted down the stairs. His grin widened when he saw
her.

Wendy hadn’t moved.

In three quick strides, he strode purposefully
toward her and tossed her over one shoulder.

"Frank!" Wendy shrieked, laughing.
"What are you doing?"

He swatted her on the backside, and she
gave him a satisfying yelp of astonishment. "I'm taking full advantage of
my
wife." Frank stressed the word 'my' letting her know that she belonged to
him, just like any self-respecting alpha male would.

As he walked up the stairs, one hand
moved to throw Wendy's dress up and over her back. He then pulled her panties down
and off, leaving her naked buttocks exposed.

Shocked, Wendy gasped. "You are a
bad, bad, man."

"You have no idea," he said.

The look and feel of Wendy's bare ass,
outlined with the stockings and garter belt blew his mind. Frank gave a
muttered oath at the sight, and she gave him a throaty giggle. Once they were
in his bedroom he put her down against a wall.

Wendy's eyes widened as she took in all the
candles. They illuminated the room, creating a dreamy shimmer while releasing a
slightly vanilla scent.

"Oh, Frank," she whispered,
her face bright with awe.

"You like it?"

She smiled up at him. "It’s
beautiful. I love it."

"Good. Now don't move," he
ordered, reaching around and unzipping her dress. Taking it by the hem he
pulled it up and over her head in one fluid motion. Her bra unhooked from the
front, so he unclipped it and it dropped to the floor, exposing her completely.

"Jesus," he breathed, taking a
long moment to drink her in. "You look fantastic. Walk for me. I want to
see my steaming hot wife strut around naked in those sexy, 'fuck me' heels and stockings."

Wendy snickered and proudly circled him
with her head up, shoulders back and hips swinging. She looked like a catwalk
model, or perhaps a woman sauntering out to pole dance in a raunchy men's club.
Damn. Frank really wanted to fuck her, yet he had to wait. He deliberately
intended to follow the plan. Wendy was going to climax a number of times first.

"Come here," he ordered in a
husky voice.

When she was within reach, Frank backed
her up against the wall. His large hands grasped her wrists and held them above
her head while Wendy gave an incoherent squeal of surprise.

"Frank, what are you doing?"

"Shush," he growled. "No
speaking unless I ask you something," he ordered roughly, grinding his
hard cock against her, letting her know just what he was interested in. "I'm
going to fuck you, and I am going to do it exactly the way
I
want,"
he said in a low, confident voice.

Inhaling in a deep breath of surprise,
Wendy's eyes widened. As her lungs filled, her gorgeous breasts rose up
enticingly, just begging to be touched and sucked.

With her wrists firmly captured above
her head, Frank plundered her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her familiar taste
caused raw need to burn low in his belly. Arms, shoulders, chest and hips,
Frank pressed himself along her naked flesh. He devoured her then, deep, and
demanding, letting her know how much he desired her.

Wendy responded, straining toward him.

Frank slid from her mouth and lips,
moving to her collar bone before running his tongue up along her throat and
neck, languidly kissing and sucking. He let his hot breath tickle along her
sensitive skin to the hollow behind her ear.

When he licked then bit her earlobe, Wendy
moaned.

Shifting her wrists to his left hand, Frank
kept her arms high above her. This was to increase her sense of helplessness.
What better way for her to embrace the passion that was locked within? With him
in charge Wendy would be able to completely let go. He wanted to set her free
of all thought, all inhibition, all decision… everything.

Surrounded by sensation, she would
climax
hard.

Running his fingers firmly down her body,
Frank continued the assault on her senses. His lips moved lower, nuzzling and
licking her breasts. Wendy's lush pink nipples proudly poked out, already
distended and hard for him.

"God, I love your breasts," he said, fondling
them. "Do you like it when I play with your beautiful tits?" he
asked, giving one a squeeze.

"Oh, yes," she said breathlessly. "Yes, Frank,
it's so good!"

He gave her a dark chuckle, pleased to have pleased her.
Of course anything that got her off would get him off anyway. His engorged dick
ached. It was just as well he had jerked himself off earlier or he would have
blue balls by now.

Were Wendy's breasts swollen? They
should be. He concentrated on them, giving each nipple a hard suck. Teeth
gently nipping to the edge of pain, he then soothed and laved with his lips and
tongue. Frank's fingers trailed along her flank, to her waist, and stomach, teasing
through her pubic hair and lightly circling her clit.

"Do you want me to make you
come?" he asked in a mild voice that hid a mountain of raw need.

"Oh, please," she begged.

Wendy was making desperate little sounds
from the back of her throat. The musky scent of her arousal perfumed the air.
Frank's nostrils flared as a white hot current of desire ran through him. Jesus
she was ready and willing and that knowledge made his groin ache.

"Spread those sweet, soft thighs of
yours further apart," he ordered and Wendy instantly complied.

Frank moved his fingers in a feathering
caress through her pubic hair, between her legs. He delicately parted the folds
of her sex, tracing her empty slit. A tiny, whole-body shudder went through her
when he did. H
is warm palm cupped
her mound possessively and his entire hand was flooded as her most feminine
flesh spasmed.

Christ on a crutch! How fucking wet was
she?

"Oh, God," she breathed.

Frank wondered if he could he make her
climax already? She certainly seemed close.

"That's right, be a good girl and
I'll give you what you crave," he said, remembering to use the kind of
raunchy talk that she had highlighted on her Kindle. This dominance thing was
really working. Frank couldn’t recall Wendy
ever
being this wet.

Frank bit and sucked her neck while
squeezing her mound with a possessive grip. He looked into her eyes. "I'm
going to do all the things I've always wanted to do with you tonight, my
gorgeous horny wife. So you just stay right there and don't move while I play
with your pretty little cunt."

Wendy's breath caught. A strangled kind
of noise came from her then, something Frank had never heard before. Or maybe
it was a sound he had heard but had never
listened
for. At the same time
he felt her stomach flatten and tighten under his palm. Was that a pre-orgasmic
pulse? A kind of internal contraction?

Either way, it was obvious that Wendy
was hot as hell. Good. Frank had so immersed himself in Wendy's erotic books
for the last three days that now that he was actually dominating her it was
easy. She wanted this submissive kind of sex, and by God he was going to give
it to her.

Being a Dom he had found was a mind set
and an attitude.

Frank's wife
belonged to
him.
She was
his.
He could do as he liked. What he wanted to do was play with
her until she had a climax that totally blew her mind.

While greedily suckling a nipple, Frank guided
his fingers in between her folds, stroking along her slit. Then he pushed two
fingers up deep inside her, curling upwards towards her stomach. He had read
that her G spot was apparently there.

"Frank, oh, God! Frank," she
cried out as her slick channel convulsed and gushed. Her muscles tightened
around his fingers
hard
, pulling him in.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he said in a
husky voice. "I'm going to make you come, aren’t I?"

"Yes, oh, yes, please," she
whimpered, writhing and straining toward him.

Frank had her body trapped against the
wall, but she still managed to move in incremental bits. Wendy's head thrashed
back and forth. Her breathing was ragged - he could see the pulse pounding in
her neck, the exact place that he had bit her. Jesus, had he given her a hicky?

Not yet,
he thought.
Make her beg for it.

With two fingers scissoring inside her, he
used the pad of his thumb to circle her clitoris, while finger fucking her
empty pussy. Wendy was completely responsive to that; her hips arching as she shamelessly
humped his fingers. He teased around her clit, not touching it for fear she
would climax.

"Please, Frank, please," Wendy
implored him, her tone desperate. She was also making a low, keening sound.
Kind of a constant, "uh, uh, uh, uh." It surprised him. When was the
last time Wendy had made this much noise during sex?

"Tell me what you want," he snapped,
his voice taut with lust.

"More, Frank," Wendy begged
and sobbed, her body jerking and rubbing against him. "Please touch me. I
need to come!"

Holy shit. What a wanton little slut I married!

"Come for me, Wendy," he
growled the command that he had learned from all her erotic books. Pushing deep
inside her, his thumb pressed firmly against her clit and rubbed. Wendy responded
like she had been electrocuted, bucking against him.

"That's right," he demanded in
a harsh voice. "Fuck my hand, baby. Hump that needy little cunt of yours
against me. You know you want to."

Frank squeezed her wrists above her
head, reminding her that she was bound to his pleasure. His will. At the same
time he also sucked and bit her nipple. The combination sent her wild, successfully
putting her over the edge.

As she crested, Wendy screamed out his
name. In a detached sort of scientific manner, while still hard as rock, Frank
watched.

Jesus fucking Christ. Had she been hot
for it, or what?

She was loud. Really loud. Somewhere in
the back of his mind, he remembered that she had been pretty noisy when they
were first together, too.

Frank had to wonder, had Wendy been
faking orgasm?

Frank held his wife while she came down
from her climax, stroking and soothing until she stopped trembling. He was
still dressed in his tux, while she was naked. He read somewhere that this was
a turn on for some women, so what the heck. Every little bit helped.

Frank wanted to make her climax a couple
more times before he fucked her, so he may as well remain dressed.

Wendy looked up at him, having come back
to herself. "Wow," she said in a dreamy tone of awe.

Frank felt like a million bucks.

All his reading and study was worth it
just for that. In high spirits, Frank gave her his most boyish grin. Then he
swept her up into his arms, walking over to a padded armless chair and sitting down
with her on his lap.

"Are you going to tell me what's
gotten into you, Frank?" Wendy asked.

"Yes," he said. "I broke
the password to your Kindle on Wednesday."

Poor Wendy. She flinched, stiffened and
sat up straight. Her face turned white then red in her shock.

Ignoring her discomfort, he continued,
"So all day Wednesday, Thursday and Friday I have been studying about
dominance and submission as well as reading your favorite authors." He
wrapped his arms around her in a soothing hug and then patted and rubbed her
back.

"There is a lot of stuff we need to
talk about," he said. "But not just yet. Right now I am going to just
ask you a few questions. I think it will be difficult, but I need you to tell
me the truth. Be brutally honest, okay, baby? I think it's important. Just
answer my questions. Can you do that?

Wendy swallowed. "All right, but
you have to be honest, too."

He smiled. "Of course. Ready?"

"Okay."

"Do you have and use a
vibrator?"

Embarrassed, she ducked her head. "Yes,"
she answered.

Ha! I thought so,
he thought.
What a secretive wife I have.

"A We-Vibe 3?"

Confusion crossed her face.
"No."

"Do you masturbate after or while
reading those erotic stories?"

"Yes."

"How often do you fake orgasm when
you're having sex with me?"

Wendy's face and neck went scarlet once
more and she literally squirmed and looked away. "Not every time…but a lot
of the time." He picked at her for awhile, demanding details until she
finally told him the truth. "I'm sorry, Frank," she admitted, gazing
up at him. "It's just that I can climax on my own and with a vibrator much
easier than with you."

Frank stroked her hair in an
intentionally soothing caress. "It's okay, honey," he said. "I
blame myself. I haven't been satisfying you, I get that now. But from now on, w
hatever
you want, whatever you need, I want to be the one to give it to you."

"It's my fault, too, Frank."

He grinned at her. "It sure is.
Isn't it amazing how stupid this is? How we fell into an almost comfy kind of
marital melancholy?" He shook his head. "You are the most important
person in my life, Wendy. Other than our kids, of course.
I am so proud of you for telling me the truth, honey. We
haven't been honest with each other. I've been reading that André Chevalier
character. You know the Frenchman in all those stories?"

Wendy giggled. Mentioning the Frenchman instantly
lightened the conversation. "I love André," she confessed.

"What's not to love about
André?" he agreed. "Anyway, he says that, 'Deceit is a barrier to
intimacy,' and I have to agree. We have been lying to each other. Somehow we've
been slowly drifting apart. I'm not going to let that happen to us, honey. What
we have is far too important."

"I agree," she said. "I'm
so glad we're talking about this."

"As of tonight we're going to
discover each other's fantasies. Not all of them all at once, but having read
your Kindle highlights, I have a pretty good idea what you're interested in.
That is why, right now, I'm going to give you a spanking."

Wendy tensed and then gave him an
uncertain smile. "You are?"

"Yep," he confirmed. "Spanking
was top of the list of what attracts you. Can you tell me what about it turns
you on?"

Wendy bit her lip and looked away.
"This is so embarrassing! I don’t know. Pain improves climax it is said,
not that I want a lot of pain. The idea of being naughty and being punished
might be part of it. I honestly don’t know, Frank. Maybe I'll hate it, but I do
want to try it."

There was more she wasn't saying, and
Frank kept at her until she finally gave in and confided, "It's just that
I feel like a pervert for wanting to try this sort of stuff."

Frank wrapped his arms around her in a
soothing embrace. "You're not a pervert, Wendy. You're a beautiful woman
who is curious about some things and bored with sex." When she started to
protest Frank shushed her. "I haven't been paying the attention I should
have to my beautiful wife, but all that is going to change."

Wendy's arms circled his neck and she
kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she said. "You're the best,
Frank."

He laughed. "Don't thank me
yet," he warned. "Let's see what you think after I spank you. The
first bit is going to really hurt. I'm going to give you five really hard
spanks as punishment. After that will be the sexy spanks for pleasure."

"Really? What am I being punished
for?" she asked with a nervous frown between her brows.

"To remind you that you will never masturbate
again without me," he said firmly. "When you sit down you will
remember that
you are mine
and that you climax with me or not at all."

Frank was surprised by the intense way
he was laying down the law. It hadn't been completely part of his plan just at
this point. The spanking yes, but somehow in getting into all this stuff it was
as if he was channeling Dom behavior. He felt insulted that she had lied to
him, and that she was having sex without him while denying him his pleasure.

"When you screw up, own it."

Ultimately he was to blame. And he had
been doing the exact same thing, masturbating without her, so it was certainly
a double standard. But, he decided dryly, she was still going to get a painful spanking.

"Any questions?" he asked.

Wendy shook her head.

"Oh, and you probably know all
about safe words and stuff like that – better than I do. What do you want to
use? Red, stop; yellow, wait and green, all okay?"

"That'll work," she said.

"Good," he said with a wicked
smile. "I'm looking forward to this," he said, and strangely, it was
true. All misgivings had disappeared. With a swift move, he had Wendy across
his lap, head down. Her beautiful buttocks presented themselves, white round
globes. His cock, already fully erect, instantly got harder.

"Spread those legs," he said,
and with a quiver of nerves or lust or fright she instantly did so. He stroked
between her folds, marveling at how much slick moisture her body produced when
aroused. How long had it been since she had been this wet for him?

Frank slipped one finger up inside and
her sodden pussy clenched around him. Wendy moaned.

Fuck! Is she ready to climax again
already?
he wondered.

"God damn you turn me on," he said
and then cleared his throat. His voice was harsh with lust. "You remember
your safe word?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good."

Frank began by warming her lower body
up, rubbing and
squeezing her buttocks with
both hands. He massaged every part of her with firm, stimulating strokes
. Apparently this would help prevent bruising.

He had read all about how to deliver a
spanking on FetLife.
FetLife was an internet social
network run by kinksters for people interested in BDSM, fetishism, and kink. It
had freaked him out a bit at first, because it catered to every extreme. Yet people
on the site had bent over backwards to assist him, offering advice and suggestions.

Frank had been uncertain if he would be
able to spank his wife. But seeing her like this, ass in the air, ready for him,
and knowing that she was wet and hot for it took his every doubt and
reservation away.

God damn I'm going to make those white
cheeks of hers pink,
he
decided.