I’ve come home from work after a crazy day, my mind going in circles from the work drama, the stress of making sure our events go out in perfect timing and the ungodly heat.
It’s July, the heat wave hit 2 days prior and doesn’t seem like it’s going to be letting up any time soon.
Thankfully, the house is cool. Surrounded by trees that engulf it in shade, it’s a haven. I strip down from my work uniform, putting on a small tank top and booty shorts, the only sounds in the house are the slight hum of passing traffic and the slow pitter patter of the fur babies paws moving from place to place seeking another cool spot.
You aren’t home yet, we are still trying to get used to the change in work schedules.
I go about my daily routine.I smile to myself as the dog doesn’t event want to go outside, too hot, that’ll have to wait until the blazing sun goes down. I make a fresh batch of popsicles, hoping they’ll be cool in time for when you get home. Knowing that this heat would make your day feel longer then it should.
As I go about my business my mind begins to wonder, thinking about you, your job and how sexy you are. Thinking about the heat, and the sweat that’s heading down your perk creamy breasts. I lick my lips. How I Love those titties. Your perfect erect nipples, how they fit so right in my mouth. How I love hearing you moaning when I tug, bite, pinch them. How I can spend hours playing with them.
I smile, taking over your mouth the moment you walk in the door, devouring you completely until you push away because you can’t breath, can’t catch your breath.
You mutter “Well hello to you too”
I start pushing your backpack off your shoulders, and kneel before you to untie your shoes. Your hands grab at my hair to steady yourself from my feverish pace.
“Has was your day?” You ask.
I “hmmph” in reply, my mind is no longer thinking about work and stress. It only has one thing in my mind. You.
I look up to you and start unbuckling your belt, the one that’s too big but you wear it because it’s part of your uniform. I smile as I see your already flushed cheeks from the heat, flush a deeper red. I slowly pull your shorts off of you. And in one swift motion I pull your shirt off as I stand, brushing against your tits. Feeling the hard nipples through the fabric. My mouth salivates, and I lick my lips, taking your mouth in mine once more. As I kiss you deeply, tongues fighting against each other and biting your bottom lip, I dance you out of the pile of shoes and clothing in the mud room and lead you further into our home.
I lead you by my mouth into the kitchen and push your firmly against the wall. You cry out in shock, the wall is cold compared to your hot skin. I start kissing down your neck, making my way to your earlobes, sucking them and kissing them. Moaning in pleasure as I feel and hear your breath catching. You try to take control but I won’t allow it, “tsk tsk, be a good girl Red” I whisper into your ear. I feel you give in, allow me to take the lead.
As I kiss down your neck, my hands grab you by the hips and I push you to the counter top. “Hop up.” I direct.
You eagerly comply.
My mouth gradually kisses down your collarbone and I take one of those hard nipples in my mouth. You moan and that feeds my already dripping wet pussy. I grab the other tit and begin pinching and rubbing it between my fingers. I go back and forth between your perfect breasts, you head rolling back and your breathing quickens. I bring you so close to an orgasm without even touching your pussy. But I stop, not letting you get there just yet.
“Please” you mutter.
“Don’t worry Red” I smile, “I’ve got you”
You love it when I talk dirty, and I love watching your eyes roll back when I do.
I reach for the freezer, grab a popsicle out and began sucking on the cool treat.
“Take off the underwear and get on the couch” I order.
In a flash you’re on the couch, underwear gone and from across the room I can see your dripping pussy. I slowly make my way over, sucking sultrily on the popsicles in my mouth.
“Spread your legs more” I command. You do. “Play with yourself” Your fingers begin slowly rubbing your clit, your eyes never leaving mine.
I watch, as you play with your pussy, your delicate fingers going in hard small circles and moans of pleasure escaping your lips.
I finish my popsicle and I swat your hand away. “My turn.”
I lower my mouth onto your pussy. The popsicle, having cooled my tongue, makes you scream out in pleasure. I devour your pussy, sucking, biting, licking and drinking up every inch of you. Your hands entangle into my hair, pushing my face as close as it can. Forcing me to gasp for air from all the juices. My tongue, so deep in your Pussy I feel your heart beat. Your breathing quickens. I reattach my mouth to your clit and mumble “cum for me baby”
You explode and I’m so turned on from eating you out, I explode. Drinking up every part of you.
I don’t stop devouring your pussy until the wave of your orgasm comes to an end. I hear your breathing begin to steady and you pull my face up to yours, taking my mouth in yours and tasting yourself.
“My turn ?” You ask.
I nod my head.
I shake my head, feeling the dampness between my thighs. The tingle l get in my clit from daydreaming about you. I try to go back to what I was working on but I can’t seem to focus, my mind keeps going back to you. I lick my lips after my dirty little daydream.
Then I hear the click of the front door closing.You enter the kitchen, eyeing me slowly, I’m not one just to stand around.
“Hey babe, you okay?” You ask.
I clear my throat, “yup! I’m just really craving a popsicle.”
I smile devilishly at you. “Take off your pants”
You understand completely.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u845fm/chronicles_of_horny_wife_ff_domsub_part_1