A Good Fucking Day

This is the first chapter of a book I’m working on. I would love for you all to evaluate it and provide me with some constructive criticism. What’s good? What’s bad? What’s your overall opinion of the piece? Any feedback is appreciated.

Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I hope you enjoy it.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It was nearing five o’clock and I could hear the rustle of my coworkers gathering their things, getting ready to leave for the day. I looked out the window and admired how beautiful of a day it was. After a few moments I returned focus to my computer and began to work again.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “Staying late again, Chloe?” asked my coworker. She had her bag slung over her shoulder and was clearly on her way out.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “Yeah, perks of the job,” I said. “But I don’t mind. On a day like today, the drive home will make all my problems wash away,” My smile made it clear my mind wasn’t on my work as I gazed back at the window.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “Have a good night,” the lady laughed as she walked away.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “You, too,” I replied. I once again turned back to my computer, but instead of getting back to work, I checked the weather. Partly cloudy, 62 degrees, and only bit of wind. This was a perfect spring day, just like I liked it. Some would say the wind would make it a bit chilly, but I enjoyed that.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I returned to my work, keeping an eye on the time. By fifteen after five, less than ten people were left in the building. Mostly middle managers like myself who just can’t get everything done during the normal work day. There were usually a couple of employees stuck catching up on work because they had to be out sometime last week or were planning on such later this week. Being Monday, the big bosses were still around, as well. Depending on the day, they were either out by lunch, or wouldn’t leave until after dark. Monday usually meant the latter, and today was no exception. Half past five rolled around and I started preparing to leave. I could tell from the faint sounds in the building I was the only one left, aside from the upper echelons of management. I didn’t know when they would leave, but it was safe to assume it wouldn’t be for another hour or more.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ With my bag packed, I shut down my computer and turned off the light in my office. I put on my jacket and made my way to the parking lot. Though it was a little chilly with the wind, I decided to place my jacket in the trunk of my car with my bag. While it was a few years old, I truly loved my car. It was a nice German convertible, and, thanks to a friend of my husband, it drove exceptionally well. The seats were also quite comfortable. Even on long trips, you felt like you could just sink into them and go to sleep. On days like today, I loved driving with the top down. Feeling the wind and the sun on my skin as I drove around was a sort of euphoric feeling. There’s truly not much else like it. However, I also had a little tradition that spiced things up.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I checked my surroundings as I got into my car. As I expected, there was no one around. I closed the door, and, feeling stealthily out of view of possible prying eyes, I reached back and unhooked my bra. I slipped the straps off of my arms and pulled the bra out of my dress. I then lifted the bottom of my dress up and pulled my panties off. With nothing but my orange sundress on, I placed my undergarments in the center console before lowering the roof of my car. My dress was conservative enough for the workplace, coming down to just above my knees and showing only a little bit of cleavage. However, it was thin. With my bra removed and the top of my car put down, the Spring air had quickly perked up my nipples, making them very noticeable. If someone looked in my direction, they couldn’t miss them. I put the car in gear and began the drive home.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The drive only took about twenty minutes, but my daring removal made it feel like hours. The entire drive I was thinking about how anyone that looked over at me for more than a second would almost certainly realize how exposed I was. It made me feel so hot! As I drove down the road the wind pushed my dress firmly against my chest. The normally loose fabric was now holding to the shape of my body. I didn’t dare look anywhere but forward. I didn’t want to know if anyone realized how little I was wearing. I was also pretty sure that if they did, they would let me know.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Eventually, I made it home. As the garage door opened, I noticed my husband, Liam, hadn’t arrived yet. This was typical of his Monday, as he usually had things thrust on him that he wanted to get out of the way early so he could enjoy the rest of his week. I parked my car in the garage and brought the top back to its standard position. As I sat there waiting for the top to adjust, I noticed how wet the ride home had made me. I couldn’t contain my naughty smirk as I used my panties to clean up the spot I’d left on the seat. I wondered how long it would be until Liam got home, so I sent him a text. Within a minute I got a reply. *About 45 minutes.* I decided to be a good wife and get dinner ready, so I took off my dress and began cooking. I felt sure that being naked when he arrived would imply what was for dessert!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Just as I had the plates of food placed on the table, I heard the garage door open. I quickly went to stand by the door to the garage to greet my man with the same smirk from earlier. When he opened the door he stumbled and his eyes got wide, just like every other time I had done this. I placed my arms around his neck and kissed him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “Rough day?” Liam asked.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “Not really,” I replied. “But you know I never miss an opportunity to drive with the top down. I just thought I’d make it exciting today.” I had begun helping Liam out of his clothes while he ran his hands across my body. Just as I was about to undo his pants, he stopped.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “Something smells good! Did you cook?” His gaze drifted from my tits to the dinner table. “Mmmm… Thanks, Babe! This smells delicious!” We talked about our day as we ate, but I noticed he was eyeing my boobs the entire time. That might have been because I was caressing his dick with my foot from across the table.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ As soon as we finished he picked me up from my chair and took me to our bedroom. He threw me on the bed as he grinned wickedly at me. “Get me naked and I’ll fuck you senseless,” he declared. This was an invitation rather than a threat. He knew that was exactly what I wanted. Before I could react, he was on his knees with his face buried in my pussy. Liam knew exactly how to work his tongue against my clit. He moved so quickly, it caught me off guard. I moaned as he licked me. His hands began playing with my tits, so I took the opportunity to pull his shirt out of his pants and over his head. He let his shirt go easily. He wanted to fuck me, too! I was thinking of how to get his pants off while he ravaged my clit with his tongue. I couldn’t focus and before I knew it, I came hard. But he didn’t stop. If anything, he started working faster! The ecstasy was quickly building up again. It wasn’t long before I came again, even harder than the first time. But he still didn’t stop. Eventually he swapped his tongue for his finger. He wouldn’t let me rest. “The way you were acting tonight, I thought you wanted to be fucked.” His words trailed off as his finger moved rhythmically. “I guess not.” He was taunting me now. He knew exactly how to invigorate me. I leaned up and pushed him back. I landed on my knees as I got off the bed, and I quickly began to undo his pants. Right as I was about to pull them down, he put his hand on my head, tilting it up so that I was looking him in the eye. “I’m going to fuck you.” I smirked at him as I aggressively pulled his pants down to his ankles. Without hesitation he pushed his cock into my mouth and used his hand to move my head back and forth. I swatted his hand away from my head and began blowing him faster. It wasn’t long until he exploded in my mouth, but I didn’t stop. After a few moments, he put his arms under my shoulders and lifted me up. We shared a dark look of passion before he spun me around and placed me on the bed again. He spread my legs and lifted my ass into the air. He then slid his throbbing cock into my soaked pussy and began pounding away. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. I loved the feel of his rod pushing on my insides. It wasn’t long before I came again, and shortly after, so did he. He continued to drive himself into me for another minute or so before he began to slow. He then pulled out of me, rolled me over, and laid next to me. We wrapped our arms around each other and he kissed me. “I love you,” he said as he gasped for breath.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “I love you, too,” I replied, gasping, as well.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ After a while, we got up and showered together, then sat on the couch in our living room and watched a movie before going to bed. It was a good fucking day!

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ofu6ii/a_good_fucking_day