It’s Saturday night. I’ve dropped off the little man at my Mom’s and have told my beautiful girl to get herself ready for a night out. We don’t get to go out very often, so I’m guessing she is going all out. I only told her she needed to wear a skirt.
When I arrive back home, I find her in her bra and panties, painting her toenails. She looks delicious, and blushes when she sees me staring at her, making her just that much more desirable. I continue watching her until she is finished, then take the nail polish out of her hand.
“Bend over and put your hands on the wall,” I command, and her eyes widen, but she follows the order, leaning her upper body forward to plant her palms shoulder width apart.
I skim my finger tips over her back and down her backside. As I lightly guide her thighs apart, I hear her exhale. “Expecting a spanking, sweet wife?” I breath, as a lean over her back to fondle her already stiff nipples. “That always makes me wonder if you deserve one. Have you been a bad girl?”
“No, Sir,” she whimpers, as I free a nipple, pinching and twisting it firmly.
I guide her thighs further apart and run my hand back up the inside to feel her already damp panties. “Hmmm, wet already, sweet girl. Does this turn you on?” She moans quietly as my fingers run back and forth over the fabric, between her lips. “How about this?” I whisper, as I move her panties to one side and slide my finger inside her. Her responding moan is much louder this time.
She whines as a remove my finger and straighten her panties, which makes me grind my hard cock against her ass. “Look what you’ve done to me, you naughty girl.” I smile as I rub her bottom, deciding a little spanking will warm up the evening quite nicely.
“Five swats, on each side. I want you to count,” I growl in her ear and she moans.
She counts each blow softly as I land 5 smacks to her right cheek, then whimpers as I rub the other to prepare it. Her counts are a little louder on the left and, to my surprise, followed by, “Thank you, Sir, May I please have more?”
I know she wants me to fuck her, she has used this tactic before. “Oh, no, sweet girl. Ten is enough… for now,” I murmur. But instead of backing away, I pull her panties to the side again, and slide my finger inside her again. She’s dripping now, so ready, and I feel her muscles clench lightly around my finger.
I check the clock, and we have time. So I withdraw my finger and insert my two middle fingers while reaching around her front to slide my other hand inside the front of her panties. I rub her clit lightly at first, and then harder, concentrating on getting it between two fingers as I massage, back and forth. Her hips are grinding, and her soft moans have turned into the throaty sounds that drive me wild. I slide my fingers in and out at pace with my other hand, increasing the speed until I feel that telltale quiver, when I withdraw completely.
“Oh, No Sir, PLEASE!” She cries, bent against the wall grinding her hips in the air.
“We’re done for now. You can continue getting ready. We’re leaving in 15 min.” I have to force myself to walk away. I want to stick my dick in her and fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. But, delayed gratification is often much better than instant. And I’m going to enjoy watching her frustration grow throughout the evening, with this little game I have planned.
I wait, standing in the kitchen, hoping she’ll be a little late so that I can torture her just a little more. Never one to disappoint, she makes her way down the steps exactly 15 min. after my mark. Her hair flows in waves over her shoulders, her makeup perfectly enhancing her gorgeous, green-blue eyes and sweet, full lips. Delicate gold chains of hearts dangle from her ears and her chained heart pendant rests, as it always does, at the base of her throat. She’s wearing a black halter dress that hugs her curves and falls just above the knee, and her freshly pedicured toes peek out from her sexy, open-toed heels. I imagine watching her walk around in her lingerie and those heels, and my dick twitches again.
She blushes again at my stare, and when she is a few feet away, she spins around, revealing the low, draping back of the dress, her tattoo peeking out at me from just below the fabric. When she’s facing me again, I step toward her, wrapping one arm around her lower back and sliding my hand into the dress, down to her ass. When I realize I feel only skin, I look into her eyes and smile. “What’s the rule about going without panties?”
“Only when You tell me to, Sir,” she smirks back. “I guess I need another spanking.”
I laugh and hold her back at arms length. “Ah, but punishment spankings aren’t the same as the erotic kind.” She frowns slightly, wondering what I have in mind.
“Lift your dress and bend over the table,” I grumble against her lips before I walk toward one of the kitchen drawers. I find a large wooden spoon, but when I turn, she is staring at me with wide eyes. She quickly raises her skirt and leans down to the table. “Arms behind your back,” I growl, and she quickly grasps each of her forearms.
I spread her feet apart, nice a wide, and rub her already pink ass with the smooth bottom of the spoon. When I feel her relax, I surprise her with 3 fast blows and say, “I think 20 this time. No counting.”
As I plant the blows, alternating sides and location, I watch as her juices start flowing again, and on the last swat, a drop trickles down her thigh. I slide my fingers between her slit and grumble, “Oh, you little slut, are you turned on after a punishment spanking, too?”
Her sigh and ragged breath ignite me to go further. “Twenty more.”
This time I land the blows all around her sit spot, the last 5 landing directly on her cunt, and she is moaning and writhing by the end. I smooth the back of the spoon over her soaked pussy lips and growl, “Twenty more, dirty girl?”
“Oh, yes Sir, please,” she moans. I reach around in front of her, and feel her swollen clit, dripping with her own juices. I push two fingers inside of her, and feel her clench around me. “I’m afraid we don’t have time for any more, but you’ll get them later.”
I clear my throat and tell her to collect herself. When she comes out of the bathroom, I wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear, “You look incredible, Sweet Wife. Frustration is very sexy on you!” I pull away to look at her lovely face, and she frowns at me. “Thank You, Sir. But I wish we weren’t going out, at this point!”
I laugh and we make our way to the car. Once inside, I reach into my glove box and hand her a small gift bag. “Put those on.”
When she opens the bag and sees what’s inside, her cheeks flush bright red and her eyes widen, yet again. “Vibrating Panties?!” She shrieks, “Oh No Sir, Please. How humiliating!”
“Put them on. No discussion.” I command, looking her in the eye so she can see that I’m serious. She opens the package and glides them on, under her dress. “Let me see,” I whisper, and she lifts her skirt to her belly. I reach down to feel that the little bullet is in the right spot. It protrudes from a pocket on the inside and you can slide it up or down into correct position. I turn it on, with the remote control, and guide the nugget until it rests against her clit. I know I’m in the right place because she sucks in a long breath.
“Just think, that’s the lowest setting!” I smile at her, and turn it off. She exhales, and straightens her skirt. After latching her seat belt, she folds her hands in her lap and glances at me. I’m smiling at her. I love that she lets me do these things to her. I love that she gets off on it too. I lean toward her, grasping her chin with my finger and thumb, and breath against her lips, “I love you sweet wife. So much.” I kiss her deeply, and just before I turn away, I turn on the panties and watch her eyes grow big again. She shifts in her seat, but it doesn’t help, because the panties are very snug.
I leave them on, as we back out of the garage and drive down the street. She unclasps her hands and lays them flat on her thighs. She closes her eyes and tries to breath through the pleasure. “If it gets to be too much, just tell me, and we’ll stop,” I say quietly and increase the speed on the remote control.
She moans and her hips move a little and when I glance, I notice her nipples are hard, poking through her bra cups, visible through her dress. I reach my right hand up to one, and skim my fingers over it, increasing the speed again on the remote. “Oh, God,” she breathes, her hips grinding against the seat. My cock is completely awake, and I think about pulling over and fucking her against the car at some random parking lot.
I turn the remote off and she whimpers, but then, as my hand slides under her skirt, she looks at me. “Sir, Please, let’s not get into an accident.” I smile at her and pull my hand away. I’m not sure how we’re going to make it through dinner.
On the highway, I turn on the panties twice, and watch her squeeze her thighs together, trying to get enough out of them to orgasm. The last time I turn them off, she audibly groans and looks at me, searching for relief. I laugh and say, “Good girl. Soon enough.”
When we arrive at the restaurant, I park at the back of the building, in a corner spot and stop her from unlatching her belt. After releasing my own, I lean over and press the button with my right hand while sliding my left beneath her skirt. The panties are soaked, and the inside of her thighs are damp. I slide my fingers into the panties and start finger fucking her. She’s totally relaxed, so I can tell she thinks I’m about to let her come. I work my fingers in and out while circling her engorged clit with my thumb, and I almost get lost in the moment. Listening to the little sounds of pleasure coming from her throat, and watching her face as she rides the waves, it’s VERY difficult to pull away. But when I feel her muscles quake, I pull my hand away and sit back in my seat.
“Oh, God. Please! You’re killing me!” She shouts.
I turn back toward her, and run my wet fingers along her lips. She takes on of them in her mouth and tastes herself. I push the next one in and then my thumb. She’s still moaning and writhing, so I lower my hand to her throat. I discovered some time ago that holding her like this, not choking her, but simple holding her around the neck, is one of the easiest ways to calm her and exert my control over her body at the same time.
Her hips settle almost instantly and her breathing slows. I tell her to open her eyes and as they flutter open, she stares into my eyes. “I’m in control. Don’t think. For the rest of the night, I want you to be in the moment. Don’t anticipate it. Just enjoy the pleasure and the frustration. Embrace it and know that it pleases me. Later, when you are screaming in ecstasy, having endured the humiliation, frustration and pain, I will prove that it was worth it. This body is mine, and I love seeing it on edge.”
I watch as her face clears and her thoughts dissipate. “Yes, Sir. Of course, I am yours. To play with, always… I apologize.” She glances down to see my full erection and smiles, suddenly understanding the game is not for her torture, but for our combined pleasure. We are both frustrated as Hell. But it will lead us to Heaven.
I release her to collect myself. We sit for a moment, and all I can think about are the panties. I realize I’m just going to have to suck it up, so I open the car door and pull myself from the drivers seat. After walking around the car and opening her door to help her out, she wraps her arms around my neck and whispers in my ear, “I could help you with that problem in your pants.”
“Oh really,” I laugh. “What are you proposing?”
She giggles and whispers in my ear again, “Sharks.”
“What?!”
She leans back to look at me, “Ice cold showers.” She smiles, “Guys in Speedos at the beach.” And then laughs with her final thought, “Guys wearing NOTHING at the beach!”
“I appreciate that, wife,” I chuckle. “Now, let’s go get something to eat.” I kiss her deeply and as we turn to walk toward the restaurant, I flip on the remote in my pocket.
She’s practically writhing by the time I turn it off when we get seated. The hostess asks if she can put in a drink order for us, looking at my wife wondering if she is OK. “Please, ice water,” my sweet girl smiles at the waitress and fans herself with her hand. “It’s very warm in here, don’t you think?”
I laugh while giving my order, and scoot our chairs closer. I want to feel how wet she is now. As I reach under the tablecloth, she opens her legs to me, proving to me that she isn’t thinking, that she’s allowing me to have complete control. When I slide my finger into her panties, she practically pants, so I decide not to do anything else for right now. She has soaked the panties and her dress feels damp as well. I look into her eyes and recognize that she is definitely in the moment. I wiggle my finger just slightly over her completely erect clit and her legs tremble. One more flick may have sent her over the edge.
After I pull away and press her knees together, she takes a few deep breaths and asks if she can use the restroom. I pull her close and whisper, “Yes, to relieve your bladder only. No orgasms.” She grins at me and blushes, “No, Sir. Promise.”
I watch her walk away. I’m completely hard again and consider going after her, and fucking her in the restroom of this restaurant. But control my urges and look over the menu instead.
When she doesn’t come back for several minutes, I start to get concerned. The waitress arrives with our drinks and asks if we’re ready to order. Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, I order for us both and watch the restroom doors for her to come out.
After a few more minutes, she comes out laughing, with another woman. The woman shakes her hand, and my lovely wife makes her way to the table. Her cheeks are glowing pink and her eyes twinkle in the low light of the restaurant. She smiles at me and my heart races. When she sits down, I pull her into a deep kiss, squeezing the back of her neck and letting my fingers skim over her still erect nipples. When I pull away, she sighs and looks up into my eyes.
“You are exquisite,” I breath against her lips, dropping my hand further to her lap. “Who was that woman?” I ask, leaning back, but leaving my hand resting in her lap, against the tiny machine that is pressed against her clit.
She takes in a shaky breath but answers, “She saw us in the car, when you had your hand around my neck and was concerned for my safety.” She giggled a little as she took a sip of her water. “But I looked so happy and at ease when we came in, and then I seemed drunk when we got seated… She said she just had to ask me if I was OK.”
“Interestingly, she is still watching me like a hawk, so I’m wondering how you answered her questions,” I mutter, kissing down her jaw line to her neck.
“Well, Sir… I told her the truth. I told her I enjoy your control, and that I am elated and safe,” she looks up through her lashes and her lips curl and her cheeks flush, again. “I told her we are playing a game and asked her not to worry about me.” Her voice is soft and clear, and when she finishes her explanation, I continue to watch her as I press the remote again.
She smiles at me, wriggling only slightly as I push against the bullet with my finger, sinking it between her pussy lips. I move my lips to her ear and whisper, “I’m going to play a game, alright.”
Pulling my hand from her lap, I wrap my arm around her shoulder and nibble on her ear, sending goosebumps across her neck and down her arms. I pull my arm down slightly and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck as I increase the speed on the remote. Her eyes close and I feel her legs trembling under the table. I increase the speed again, and she turns her face towards mine taking in a sharp breath.
She stares into my eyes, and I see her desire, her excitement, her frustration and her submission. Her expression sends chills through me. She is completely mine, I could send her to orgasm right here in the middle of a restaurant. She wouldn’t question me, she wouldn’t try to stop me, and I’m fairly sure she would do anything I wanted her to in this moment.
The power is intoxicating and humbling at the same time. I exhale and lower the the speed on the remote until it is off. She whimpers and closes her eyes, resting her head on my shoulder. After a few moments, she straightens up, shifting in her seat to compose herself, and when she looks at me this time, it is my expression that surprises her.
“Sir?” I crush my lips to hers. I want to be inside of her, and in this public place, my tongue will have to do. When I sense we are being watched, I pull away to find our food being delivered. My beautiful girl lets out a blissful sigh as we stare into each others eyes while plates are set in front of us and our waitress clears her throat.
“If you need anything else, Sir, just let me know…” I watch my wife look up at her and smile one of those ‘Cat’s got the canary’ grins. After the server walks away, she looks back at me and sighs, “I think I am the envy of the room, this evening. Which such a doting, affectionate and commanding Sir on my arm…”
I chuckle, forcing myself not to glance around, as I turn toward my plate. I used to be uncomfortable with public displays of affection. But, I’ve found that I simply don’t care what others think. I own a magnificent, sexy and gorgeous wife. Why shouldn’t I kiss her and touch her whenever I please?
I have very little appetite this evening. For food, at least. But, decide I’d better eat quickly so that I can get my pretty one back into the car. I watch her slip a forkful of Salmon across her lips, and she makes a lovely little sound of enjoyment. She talks to me, sparkling and full of life, telling me stories about her week. I follow, laughing and nodding at the right times, but I can’t stop thinking about the panties…
When she has finally finished her plate, I ask her if she would like dessert, and she giggles as she whispers, “Not from here!” My cock twitches and I’m still semi-hard, I can’t wait to get out of there. When I wave down the waitress, I hand her my credit card without waiting for the bill, and ask her to hurry back. As she sashays away, trying to show off her little ass, I reach back into my pocket and settle my eyes on my lovely bride, who is giving the server a dirty look.
Her expression drops as the panties come alive and she presses her hands into her thighs again before pulling her focus to my face again. She’s thinking and worrying, probably wondering if people near us can hear the buzzing. I slide my hand up her back, under her hair and wrap my fingers around her neck from the back. Her reaction is not as instant as when I do this to her throat, but she looks into my eyes and her face softens. The concern clears and when she has released control to me again, she whispers, “Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
By the time the waitress returns with my credit card, I have the remote cranked all the way up and my wife is working hard to remain still and keep herself from panting. The waitress stares at my wife as I sign the receipt, a desperate expression on her face. My wife stares at me, clearly loaded with desire and I can only assume that women sense and envy what other women desire. When the girls attention settles back on me, with ‘Fuck Me’ eyes and a lustful smile, I chuckle internally. It amuses me that she would be drawn to flirt with a man who is clearly having a date night with his adoring wife.
I admonish her attention by giving her a vacant glare. My sweet girl whispers, but loud enough the server can hear her, “Sir, can we go, now, pretty please? I can’t share you with these jealous eyes for another moment.” As I stand and pull her up, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her, deciding she may have been right about the envy of the room. I allow my hand to fall to her ass, and give her a few light taps, just to give the other ladies something to think about.
Once we are in the parking lot, I pull her against me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I feel the panties vibrating against my nearly full erection and growl in her ear that I want to see them. She pants in my ear, “I can’t walk, Sir…”
I pick her up and carry her to the car, lifting her to sit on the hood while I attempt to fumble in my pocket for the car keys. She still won’t let go of me, and is now grinding against my dick, completely wound and ready to pop. The little bullet, vibrating between us, has caused her need to take over her body. Her hands grab and pull at my shirt, her lips quivering and popping out strained moans, while begging, “Please… please… please..”
I reach into my jacket pocket to turn off the remote, and she cries out. “Shhhh, settle, sweet wife,” I whisper, as I pull out the car keys. She whimpers and slides her fingers through my hair. I drop my other hand between us and under her dress. As I push my fingers under the soaked panties, she doesn’t calm down, but grips my arm, attempting to guide me, rush me. “I said, settle…” I growl against her lips as my fingers slide around her throat.
Her eyes flash open, glaring rebelliously into my eyes. Her expression changes rapidly. Emotions and thoughts fire inside her head before I remind her, “My body, naughty girl. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
As she releases the tension throughout her body, she inhales deeply and whimpers again. I wriggle my fingers around the panties to pull them off of her, and when I slide my hand back up the inside of her thigh, she holds her breath, waiting for the invasion she’s been longing for throughout dinner.
As I slide one finger into her and her breath comes out in a rush. I twist and feel her muscles clenching while a stifled moan escapes her throat. “Don’t hold it in, let me hear you.”
When I push another finger into her, I can feel her quivering. She wants me to go so much faster, but I take my time. Her silky wetness drips down my hand as I run my fingers over her G spot and then circle her clit with my thumb. “Relax, baby, I want you to feel everything,” I whisper into her hair and she moans and allows her muscles to soften.
I release her neck and slide my fingers down her chest and into her bra. Her nipples are hard and she gasps as I pinch one while pushing down harder on her clit. Her hips have slid to the edge of the car and she wraps her legs around me, so that every move of my hand is felt by both of us. As I increase the pressure on her clit and the speed of my fingers inside her, her moans get louder and tremors run throughout her body.
The noises coming from her start to change. I can feel her bearing down against my hand, so I slip a third finger in and wiggle them while using my other hand to rub her clit, hard and fast. Her muscles tighten around my fingers and a feel the gush, followed by her complete loss of control of her body.
She slides off the car, my hands are the only thing that prevents her from falling. I keep up as much action as I can, while pushing her body against the car. Her hips grind against me and the guttural sounds escaping her throat make me look around the lot, to make sure we’re still alone. A couple, sitting in a car across the lot are clearly watching us and enjoying the show, so I keep going, shifting her back up onto the car, and spreading her open as best I can without removing my hands.
She falls back, arching her back against the cool metal. As I find my rhythm again, her pussy grips my hand and I rotate my fingers. She convulses and I step back as she squirts again, this time, in a broken spray. Her screams, muffled by the arm she’s thrown over her mouth, drive me to push harder. To see how far I can take her.
As I hammer into her with my whole fist, I smack her clit several times and then lean over her to grasp her throat. “Come again, slut. Give it all to me…” I growl, staring at her gorgeous face.
My words push her high, and as she rolls over the edge, once again, she cries out, “Yessssssirrrr…”
As she rides the waves, I’m aware that I need to get her home before we get arrested. I glance at the car, the couple, still watching us, are clearly pleasuring each other. I smile at them as I straighten my sweet girls dress and scoop her up.
As I slide her into her seat, she looks up with those ocean blue eyes, her lips, full and soft, and her skin flushed. Her expression is molten and filled with need. As she raises her fingers to my cheek, I lower my lips so that they barely touch hers and whisper, “Still not satisfied, naughty girl?”
She whimpers as I glide my hand under her dress again. I barely wriggle the tips of my fingers across her pussy before she is writhing, forcing her arms to her sides to prevent her hands from pushing and guiding me further.
With my other hand, I pull the panties out of my pocket. “Perhaps a little more teasing on the ride home.”
I pull the tiny bullet out of the pocket inside the panties and slide it up and down her slit while reaching for the remote. When it comes on, she shudders and moans, and I push it into her folds, pressing against her clit. I push her knees together and breathe against her hair, “Don’t let it fall out, or your earlier punishment will be worse, when we get home.”
She whimpers and squeezes her thighs together tightly, as I close the door and walk to the drivers side of my Charger. I slide into my seat and increase the speed with the remote. She groans, her pelvis grinding into the leather, and her fingers gripping her knees.
My cock is throbbing, and I’m wishing I had jammed it into her while she was perched on the hood of my car, coming apart at the seams. As I pull out of the parking lot, I lower my zipper and maneuver my erection to spring free. When she sees it she shifts in her seat and looks up at me with longing in her eyes.
I reach over and grab her hand, closing it around me, stroking myself with it before commanding, “Don’t make me come.”
She slides her hand up and down my shaft, then trails her fingers gently over the tip. She shifts so that she can use both hands, while I press the remote again. Her body tightens as she endures the added pleasure, writhing in her seat and trying to focus on me. As she gets into a rhythm, my own moans push her further, and she leans down to take me into her mouth. I grip her by the back of the neck, and growl, “Not while I’m driving.”
She whines, but continues, her body crumbling under my control, her fingers driving me insane. I know I can’t take it for much longer, so I pull her back into her seat, telling her to stop.
She groans, and when I glance at her, she is staring at me, pleading, again, for release. Silently wishing the trip was complete so that our bodies can finally unite. Her desire makes me reach for her. I slip my hand into the front of her dress, groping her breasts and nipples, then I slide my hand up her neck to trace her face. I slip my thumb in her mouth and she swirls her tongue around it and then sucks on it, hard, and I feel it, deep in my groin.
“Touch me again, but do not make me come.” I grumble, the green fire in her blue eyes flashing, and as she shifts in her seat, I hear the vibrating nugget hit the floorboard. She grasps my dick in both hands, and looks into my face. A flash of guilt followed closely by a heady smirk sends a rush through me. I tut, and feign disappointment. “Such a bad girl. You let it fall…”
As her fingers slide up and down my throbbing erection, she whispers, “Oh, Sir. What are you going to do to me?”
As I exit the highway, I lightly grip her neck again, pulling her close to me and growl, “You’ll find out soon enough, my sweet little slut.” She moans against my lips, rubbing my shaft and circling the head of my cock with her fingers.
As I turn down our street, I grumble for her to move faster, and I let her bring me to the brink before shoving her back in her seat as I pull into our garage. When I turn off the car, she is panting, her excitement has only increased in the absence of the bullet. “Don’t move,” I bark, as I swing open my door.
I make it to her side in record time, and I roughly pull her from the seat. I’m not sure how far I’ll make it into my plan before I can no longer stop myself from drilling into her with all the pent up frustration I have allowed to build this evening. I press the button to close the garage before slamming her door and bending her over the hood of the car.
“Arms behind your back.” I order, lifting her dress and admiring her still pink cheeks, as she clasps her forearms against her raised dress. “I’m going to spank you hard, and I’m not sure for how long, so I want you to remember your safe words.” I smooth the hair from her face. Her eyes are closed and she is more than ready for my hand.
“Play, Sir, please…” She whispers, as I rub her behind with both hands.
The first few blows are sharp and sting my palm, but she doesn’t flinch. I watch her pussy get wetter as I lay several more on the outside of her cheeks, then down her thighs. My hand heats up quickly and I glide it over her lips to gather some of her dampness. I swat her hard with my wet palm, and she groans, loudly, her voice echoing against the darkness.
Her cunt drips on my shoe and I smack it hard, causing her body to jump a little and a cry to escape her throat. “Let me hear you, dirty girl. Tell me what a slut you are for enjoying this beating.”
She sucks in a deep breath and after I hammer down on her sex, several tight, hard slaps, she whines, “I’m a naughty slutt… Sir… I’m a slut who likes being punished.”
My dick jumps and I cannot ignore it any longer. I ram into her with such force that we both cry out, and them I pummel her wet pussy until she unclasps her arms to steady herself against the hood.
I pull out and yank her up, turning her around and ripping her dress over her head. Sweat trickles down her chest, and I notice how stifling it is in the garage, but I’m not ready to go inside yet. So much for plans.
I push her back against her truck parked beside us and force her legs apart as wide as possible. “Put your hands over your head and don’t move again.” I remove my shirt, and stand against my car, gazing at her body, admiring my prized possession.
I step forward and wrap my fingers around her throat again, pushing my body against hers so that my dick slides between her pussy lips, teasing her engorged little clit. “Say it again.”
She looks confused for a moment, but then whispers, “I’m a naughty slut…”
“And,” I rock back and forth, my cock growing even harder with the teasing.
“I like to be punished…” She moans, her eyes closing.
I step back and smack her pussy hard. Again, and again. Then I use one hand to stretch apart her lips while I pummel her clit with several more tight, little, slaps. Her hips buck and her groans are strained, her face contorted from the pain, then I push my fingers deep inside her and her expression softens and the lovely little noises that she always makes tickle my ears and make me want to hear her come once more.
So I drop to my knees, circle her clit with my tongue and rotate my fingers in and out before wiggling them inside of her. Her knees almost buckle, and as I suck her swollen little glans, I feel her waver again. I use my other hand to pinch her nipples and as I continue the assault from every direction, she whimpers and quivers and clenches. I feel her bear down again, so I stroke her G-spot while flicking her clit with my tongue and as her whole body trembles, I press my hand into her belly, holding her against the truck. Her whole body quakes and another gush of fluid sprays from her, down my chest and all over the floor beneath us.
Unintelligible words pour from her lips as her body convulses and the orgasm rips through her, all the way from her center. I’m completely supporting her weight, so I pick her up, leaning against my car and slide her onto my waiting, rock hard erection.
I wrap her arms around my neck and sink my teeth into her breast, causing her to convulse again, and start riding me. I grip her hips and thrust into her, each stroke feels incredible, and I feel the need to go deeper.
I turn and sit her ass on the hood, and drill into her as hard and fast as I can. She shouts my name and I wrap my hand around her throat again, using the leverage to push myself even deeper, even further. Her hands go crazy through my hair, all over my face, before I growl, “Pinch your nipples. Twist them…” She obeys, and the sight drives me further.
“Rub yourself, the way only you can. You need to come three more times…” Her eyes open wide, she doesn’t think she can do it. As she drops her fingers to her clit, and starts rubbing, I whisper how sexy she is, and how much I love the little sounds she makes while I fuck her.
She moans and I feel her pussy clench around me, milking me and pulling me in further. “Come, slut,” I growl. Then I watch as she lets go and her climax sends her flying.
I push her fingers out of the way and knead her swollen clit until she screams and explodes again. She writhes and twists, and I grip her thighs tightly while I push deep inside of her, her wet arousal dripping down my thighs and ass. “You are so fucking hot, wife. Let me have one more. Let me see you fly over the edge just once more tonight…”
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Sir, Please….” She is panting and bucking against me. I slide out of her and flip her around, bending her over the car again. I jam my cock into her hard, from behind, then smack her rosy pink ass with each stroke, before slipping one hand beneath her to assault her little button again, while pushing my other thumb into her asshole. Her body convulses, one final time.
Her scream sends me flying, and as I pour into her, my mind empties, my body crumbles and we both collapse onto the dirty, wet garage floor.
After several minutes, I realize she is out and that I’m going to have to carry her inside and clean her up. I can’t help but chuckle as I wonder if that couple in the parking lot ended their date as nicely as we did. I certainly can’t wait until the next Date Night.
pushing our limits 
