When Alice ordered me to meet her in our dining room at a very specific time that night, I knew she had something up her sleeve. On nights like that, I usually arrive already semi-aroused because she clearly wants to play. And her form of play typically has me at her mercy.  

I entered the room, noting the absolute silence and how she’d cleared off the sturdy wooden table in the middle of the room. Oh yeah, she was definitely up to something.

I’d been working overtime for a big project. It was mandatory, but Alice didn’t want excuses. She missed me coming home to her on time at night. She missed our frequent intimacy that had waned due to my office responsibilities. So there would be a price to pay, and I was more than willing to ante up.

My beautiful wife was standing in the far corner of the room and demanded of me, “Strip!”

Even as the words exited her mouth, she was unbuttoning her blouse. Beneath it, she wore one of my plain white undershirts. No bra. I could see the brazen blush of her areolas through the tank’s worn fabric. My hard cock got slightly harder at the sight of her perky tits poking against the ribbed cotton.

“I’ve missed you, Alice,” I said. I truly had, but I also missed the fucking — and the other kinky stuff that was about to happen between us.

For people like us who fucked more days than not, going a week without getting busy was a very long time.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” she said with a pout.

When I was bare-assed naked she told me to get on the table. I’d already suspected that would be the case, and I followed her command.

Alice ran a single finger along my belly, and I felt my muscles gallop. She continued to tease me, dragging that same fingertip along the length of my straining cock.

She whispered, “Put your arms up,” and I did.

She turned her back to me, and I watched her beautiful bottom as she walked to an open drawer in the breakfront. She found what she wanted — long lengths of cotton clothesline — and returned to secure one of my wrists to the table leg. She whistled as she worked, moving on to the other arm and tying it down just as firmly. I only had enough play to raise my hands about an inch or so off the table.

My cock felt achingly hard.

She leaned over and dragged her tongue along my belly, making me quiver.

When she stood, she licked her lips and announced, “Salty.”

She kissed the tip of my cock chastely, and then headed down to my ankles. Her long dark hair fell around her face as she tied each of them down. I wanted to touch her hair. Her skin. Her mouth. I wanted to reach out, grab her and pull her to me, so I could bury my cock in her dripping cunt.

But clearly, I wasn’t in charge at the moment, so I’d have to play by Alice’s rules.

When she’d decided I was sufficiently immobile, she hopped up onto the table and straddled me. She settled her scorching pussy against my belly, just above my jutting erection.

So close, and yet so far.

“Alice, please,” I said, knowing my words were a waste of breath. Alice would give in to me only when she was ready.

That was the way it was. The way it had always been.

My body ached to fuck her — and to be fucked by her. 

She leaned over me, her mouth a centimeter from mine. I craned my neck, and she moved back.

“No, no, no. You don’t get to kiss me. I’ve hardly seen you all week.”

As she spoke, she rocked her hips from side to side, grinding her hot pussy against my skin. My cock strained, and my breath caught.

“Aww, you look so sad,” she teased.

Alice leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. I bucked. I strained. I met her thrusting tongue with my own before she drew away again.

She moved her pussy so it rested against my erection, pinning it to my body. The slick heat of her cunt stole my breath.

I found myself muttering, “Please, please, Alice. Please!”

She pressed her breasts against my chest, grinding her pussy against my prick.

“You want to touch me, don’t’ you?”

“Yes, yes, I do.”

“Well, you can’t,” she said matter-of-factly with a bratty hint of righteousness.

She writhed above me, her body serpentine and seductive. She lowered one of her breasts to my lips. I lapped at her nipple and sucked it greedily when she pushed it past my lips.

She drew back again, turned her exquisite body, grabbed my cock and gave me a few strokes. I felt her run her thumb across the tip of my dick.

“Mmm,” she murmured.

She was moving again, and I tried to track her. Before I could catch my breath, she was hovering above my face. Her pussy was right there, so close but out of reach. I could smell her musky arousal and see the flushed pink of her sex.

I craned my neck again but found she was just a hair too far away.

“I want your mouth on my pussy,” she said. “I’m going to sit on your face. Eat me. Make me forgive you.”

Then she sank onto my face, and I eagerly lapped at her. I licked and sucked at her hard little clit. I suckled her, making her thighs tremble on either side of my head. I felt her trying to hold off, trying to remain in control, but the pleasure won out and she gave in.

Alice came with a shout, her body bucking. Her cunt mashed against my face so forcefully I briefly couldn’t breathe. When she pulled away and leaned down for a kiss, she slid her tongue across my lips and doubtlessly tasted herself on my lips.

She stared into my eyes and said, “Gosh, I wish you could grab my hips and pull me down against you while we fucked. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I could only nod.

“And I’d like it, too,” she whispered. “I like it when you hold on to me while we screw.”

She licked my mouth again, and then sucked on my lower lip. My cock twitched in desperation.

She continued to coo and talk to me as she straddled my hips once more and directed my cockhead to her pussy. She sank down on me slowly, keeping her eyes locked on mine. My head felt buzzy and light, and I suddenly realized I’d been holding my breath. I let it out and sucked in air as she slammed herself onto my body and buried my cock in her snatch.

She rested her hands on my shoulders and began to ride me in earnest. She moved her hips rhythmically, jamming me deep inside and barely withdrawing my shaft. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes slammed shut. She was locked in on her own pleasure, and she moved as if under a spell.

I drove up from beneath her, knowing she was too far gone to care. I groaned as she squeezed her cunt around me and writhed passionately. I strained against the clothesline, but her knots were tight and held me fast.

But this was my penance, my mind said. I fought the ropes, but not too hard. I tossed and turned and watched her passions play upon her face as her molten cunt spasmed around my dick.

She came, her body bucking and then settling heavily atop me. She kept jerking her hips as she rode out the last tremors of her climax. Every spasm squeezed me, and every movement banged my pubic bone against her clit. She growled in my ear, sounding animalistic.

Then she sat back, pressed her hands against my belly and needlessly asked, “Would you like to come, now?”

I nodded, knowing damn well she wouldn’t make it easy on me. Not at all.

She pressed a kiss to my stomach, and the muscles there quivered. She dragged her rigid tongue down the length of my cock. She took my shaft into her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. She swallowed me deep as she inhaled through her nose. Being buried in her throat was heavenly.

Then she whisked her mouth away and freed my right hand.

“You know,” she said, “that felt so good, when you ate my pussy. I think I want you to do that again. But you can jerk off while you do it this time. See? I can be nice.”

I groaned as she settled herself onto my face. I took my cock in hand and began a furious rhythm of strokes. I sucked her clit and lapped at her slippery sex. She was drenched from coming, and I felt my face grow wetter with every additional flick of my tongue.

Alice wasn’t shy about riding my face. She pressed down on me, almost enough to cut off my air — but not quite.

She rocked against me, facing my cock and watching me jerk off. My hand trembled and my bicep felt like it was on fire, but I kept going. I was so close, and I wanted to come. And I was so ready to let go.

I focused on the hard nub of her clit, sucking and flicking it until she made the noise that told me she was nearing orgasm.

She was breathless and restless, and I kept up the work of my lips and tongue. Before long, she climaxed. Her body trembled atop mine, and another wave of wetness slickened my face.

And that was it for me. A few more fast strokes and I was coming, coating my hand with cream and not stopping until the very last burst of bliss had passed.

After Alice slipped off me and started to untie the rest of my limbs, she said, “See what you’ve been missing while you’re at work?”

That’s when I knew my late nights at the office were over — for good.