What Wendy Wants (8 page)
Authors: Nikki Sex
"You haven't looked into the bag I left for you have
you?"
"Nope."
"Good. Are you ready to follow my commands?" he
asked, slipping into that stern domineering tone he used when he ordered her
around sexually. Frank's voice was deep anyway, but when he was turned on it
went even lower, with a husky, lust-filled overtone.
"Oh yes, Sir," she said with a grin.
"Who does your body belong to?"
"You, Sir," she giggled.
"That's right," he growled. "And you are a
bad girl for covering yourself. I suspect that I'll need to spank you when I
get home. Take those covers off. I want to see my wife naked, you gorgeous,
slutty little sex toy, you."
Wendy sat up and pulled her covers off. Focusing the
camera on her pubic area, she was hyperaware of Frank's quick intake of breath.
The look on his face was perfect. Wendy could swear that she saw his brown eyes,
already dark with lust, darken further. Frank clearly loved her surprise.
"God damn it, Wendy that is the hottest thing I've
ever seen," he said.
Wendy had given herself a French wax—waxing her pubic
area and leaving a narrow vertical strip in front which ended just before her
clitoris. Her labia was utterly bare, her already aroused clitoris poking out.
Wendy laughed. The pleasure at his words made her face
ache, her grin was so large. "I really hoped you liked it, Sir."
"Like it? I can't wait to get back from this trip so
I can explore every clean shaven inch of that sweet little cunt of yours with
my tongue. Clever girl. I don’t think I would have thought of it."
Frank unzipped himself, lowering his jeans and drawing his
heavy erection out. He circled it with his palm and fingers and began to pull
himself with long, slow strokes. Wendy was entranced. The erotic sight of her
husband working his thickly veined cock made her temperature rise. Without
thinking her hand moved between her legs to touch herself.
"Wendy," Frank said. Her eyes flew to his face
at that deceptively mild tone. Studying her with an avid, hungry expression he
said, "Get the bag out."
"Oh, yes, Sir," Wendy said breathlessly and did
so.
"Hold your breasts out to me, and pull on those
nipples. I want to see them pucker, becoming hard and ready."
Wendy did, delighted by the stern and turned on look on
Frank's face. "Do you see the new nipple clamps I got you? They are right
at the top in large clear wrapping."
Wendy frowned as she looked through the bag and pulled
out the envelope. She already owned tiny tweezer clamps. These new ones were
like little clothespins with a metal chain linking them. A screw could tighten
or loosen each clamp.
Frank directed her and watched intently while she put
them on. They were tighter than the other ones, and the weight of the chain
pulled, increasing sensation. Wendy knew she was already wet and ready. The
pinching bite of the clamps made her moan.
"How do they feel?"
"Hot," she said with instant, open candor. She kept
no sexual secrets from her husband, not anymore. "They're a turn on, for
sure. The aching sensation on my nipples seems to shoot straight to my crotch."
Frank smiled. "Good. They look fantastic. Your
nipples are going to be sore the whole time I'm away. I want you constantly
reminded of how hard I intend to use you when I get back."
These erotic words made her whimper. Jesus, Frank was turning
her into a total slut.
"Get the We-Vibe out."
Wendy was glad to do so. Frank had forbidden her to have
an orgasm without him. Now she seemed to always be a bit on the boil, just
waiting for the opportunity.
"Turn it to the lowest setting and insert it,"
he ordered, still working his thick shaft with his hand. "Then spread
those thighs for me. I want to watch you come."
"Oh, God," she gasped as she did as he directed.
"Yeah, baby, you are so fucking hot for it, aren’t
you?" Frank said gruffly, fisting himself faster. Frank's cock was deep
red, and damp with pre-cum. Wendy loved the effect she had on him. Seeing how
hard she made him only added to her heady sense of pleasure. Frank's desire
made her feel beautiful.
"Squeeze your breasts, and lay down now," he
said. "Turn the We-Vibe on to pulse, I know you love that. It's hard for
you
not
to come when the vibrator is on pulse. I want to see you thrust
those hips up as you climax. I want you to imagine my big cock is pounding deep
inside you."
Breathless and writhing, Wendy moaned.
"You know what I'm going to do to you when I get
home?" he asked in a low, seductive voice. "I'm going to take you doggy
style on your hands and knees. Your head will be down, with your ass right up
in the air. It's going to be pink from a spanking. I love fucking you from
behind."
"Oh, God!"
"I'm going to eat that cunt of yours out, too."
"Please, Frank, please!" Wendy begged.
"Please, what?"
"Please let me come!"
"You can't wait?"
"No, no," she cried out as raw need flowed
through her. "I have to, Frank. Please. Please let me."
Wendy wanted him to watch, wanted him to witness how
easily he could make her orgasm. With her pussy shaved bare, she was completely
exposed. Frank would see it all. She knew that with her husband's curious carnal
mind, it would only make him harder.
"Go ahead then, go over, Wendy. Let me see it,"
he growled.
Her whole body trembled with molten heat at the command.
"That's right baby," he said in a deep guttural
voice. "Come for me."
"Oh, Frank!" she cried out.
Her heels pushed down into the bed as Wendy thrust
upwards, arching her hips in a convulsion of pure ecstasy. Her husband, jerking
himself off, grunted loudly and then he groaned. The sound of his climax
heightened her pleasure. Frank had found his own release at virtually the same
time as she had.
Wendy hit the remote to turn the vibrator off. She lay
for some time, catching her breath. Boneless and mindless, she languidly
drifted in a sated happy state.
"Better take those clamps off," Frank said. "Jesus,
woman, you're going to have to change those sheets you're so damn wet."
Wendy snickered and showed him the towel she had put
underneath her. Frank often told her that when they played Dominance and
submission games, Wendy made much more of a damp spot than he did. It was true,
really.
She used the towel to wipe herself, and then took the
clamps off, rubbing her sore nipples as the blood flowed back. If Frank were
here, he would be soothing them with his mouth and tongue.
Having both climaxed they chatted over the day, smiling
at each other in companionable accord.
Eventually Frank told her to look into his bag of tricks
again, and this time to pull out the dildo he had bought her.
When Wendy found it she cracked up. "Frank!"
she squealed, incredulous at the size of the huge phallus. "Just what am I
supposed to do with this?"
He raised and lowered his eyebrows suggestively, a naughty
little smirk on his face. Wendy loved it when he was sexy and playful like
this. He was so much
fun.
"Don't you worry about that," he said. "I
have a few things in mind. I'll tell you
exactly
what I want done with
it."
It was another thirty minutes before they were both
utterly sated and ready to sleep. When they finally finished playing they blew
each other kisses good night.
"I love you, sweetheart," Wendy said.
"I love you, too. I'm the luckiest guy in the world,
Wendy."
"Back at cha, baby," she replied. "Only I
am the luckiest girl."
Wendy disconnected, slipped on a nightgown, and settled
into bed with a happy sigh. From time to time tomorrow she would remember
feelings and events from tonight. The ache of a tender nipple or the image of Frank's
hooded, dark eyes and firm lips would bring it all back.
Wendy's friends had commented about the sudden,
inexplicable smiles she often wore. They had asked her, what had changed? Why
was she suddenly so much happier? But how could she explain it to them?
Sex wasn't everything, but it was one very important
thing – particularly within a marriage.
Who would have thought that her life could have changed
so completely? All because her genius husband had accidentally taken her Kindle
to work, had broken into it, and was curious and honest and stubborn enough to
make her every sexual fantasy come true.
All was right in her world.
She thought of the new Nikki Sex erotic romance she had
read, and smiled.
That was the other sneaky surprise that she had in store
for Frank while he was away. Wendy had downloaded it onto his Kindle. Had he been
too busy to find it there? Or maybe he had read it already. Was he planning to
surprise her with some new sex game when he got home?
Wendy just loved surprises.
Worn out, with a contented smile on her face, Wendy
drifted off.
In her last conscious moments before she fell asleep, she
thought of her husband. Just what, she wondered, was that handsome, clever man
of hers going to think of next?
The End
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