The day was like any other ordinary day. I woke up, went to work, tried not to lose my mind while I was at work, and then I drove home.
Ordinary. Boring. Tedious. Just like any other day.
Pulling off the freeway at my exit, I decided tonight would not be another boring night in front of the TV. I was going to do something different, something that I didn’t ordinarily do. I pulled into the grocery store parking lot, ran in and purchased what I needed.
Thankfully, I still made it home before the wife got home. I arranged everything the way I wanted it and waited for her to arrive. Her name is Stacy and she is the love of my life. We have been married seven years and I love her more today than I did the day I married her.
She walked in the door tired and frustrated. It had been a long week for her. Her boss had really been annoying the shit out of her for the last few weeks, a co-worker quit last Friday so now my wife has twice the workload, and then after all that, someone threw up next to her when she was riding home on the subway tonight. The smell of vomit and bile was with her for the next six stops.
She took off her coat and dropped her laptop bag and purse at the door. I greeted her with a big hug and led her to the other room.
Dinner was sitting on the table, along with some really tiny tea light candles. Hey, I’m a guy, and I did the best I could. How was I supposed to know the grocery stores don’t carry candles.
I handed her a glass of wine and I sat and listened to her vent about her annoying day. I noticed her intake ratio of wine to food was quite unbalanced. She only had a few bites of dinner, but she polished off an entire bottle of wine herself. Thankfully, it did help her mood.
She took her plate and covered her food with plastic wrap, filled up her wine glass, and went and plopped down in front of the TV. Dancing With the Stars was on. Nah…fuck that.
I went into the bedroom to double check that everyone was in place and then I went to the living room, turned off the TV, and went and reached for her hand. Her eyes said she was annoyed but I didn’t care.
No ordinary. No boring. Not tonight.
“What are you doing?” Stacy asked.
“Just come with me.”
“But my show is on. Why would you turn it off?”
I turned on the TV, recorded her show on the DVR, and turned the TV back off.
“Because we aren’t watching that tonight. We are doing something different tonight.”
“Do we have to? I’m exhausted and I just wanted to sit and-”
“Yes, you have to. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”
She reluctantly plopped her hand into mine and I helped he get to her feet. I held her hand and led her to the bedroom. When I opened the door, I heard her gasp behind me.
The room was full of candles (I really need to find a candle shop because I had to use those fucking tea things again) and rose petals covered the bed. I turned on the radio and heavy metal blasted the room. Fuck! I completely forgot to check that when I set up the rest of the room. I quickly flipped over to the “soft jazz” station. At least it made her giggle a little.
“I can leave it on that station if it turns you on,” I said jokingly.
“No, this one is much better.”
She put her glass of wine down on the dresser and wrapped her arms around me. Her soft kiss felt so good against my lips. We kissed as long as she wanted to kiss, and then she rested her head against my chest. We just held each other in the glow of the candlelight.
I then led her to the shower and turned on the water so it would warm up for her. I slowly pulled her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. She reached for her waistband but I deflected her hands. This is MY job tonight. I unbuttoned the top of her jeans and slowly pulled her zipper down. I pulled the top of her jeans down over her hips and pulled them all the way down the floor. She held my shoulder as I helped her step out of her jeans.
She pulled me close to her and held my head against her tummy. The warmth of her skin felt so good against my face. I backed away and kissed her stomach and hips tenderly. She hates it when I get near her hips because she is self conscious about them, but I actually love her hips. I always make it a point to show her how much I love every inch of her. The curves of her body are delicious to me and I know I’m not perfect. I have my flaws too and I’m just thankful that Stacy loves me for me.
I slowly pulled down her panties while I kissed her stomach, and then I stood up slowly and softly turned her around. I tried to unclasp her bra but of course my male genes got in the way and I fumbled with it. (Way to kill the mood bra makers. Every hear of Velcro?) Stacy reached back and unclasped it quickly, and let it fall to the floor.
I love standing behind my wife and looking down over her shoulder. Her breasts are gorgeous and love the way her curves look from that angle.
Honestly, I don’t know how women get anything done when they look down and have that view. If I were a woman I would spend my days staring down at myself.
While I reached around her to softly cup her gorgeous breasts, I started to kiss her shoulder. As my hands softly squeezed her breasts I kissed her neck. As my fingers softly pinched her nipples, I kissed her ear. She reached back and tried to hold me, but I moved her arms back down to her sides.
I could see and feel the goosebumps all over her soft skin. I know it was from my kisses, but I decided it was time to get her in the shower anyway.
Carefully, I helped her get into the shower so she would not slip.
My clothes hit the floor. Instantly.
I climbed into the shower and stood right next to her, letting the hot water pour over our naked flesh. My favorite thing about showering with my wife is that the hot water makes us one. I can no longer tell where I stop and she begins. When we are both soapy, I love that feeling of our skin sliding over one another so easily.
Grabbing the soap in my hands I started to lather up. I made sure my hands were nice and soapy and then I turned Stacy and had her back to me. I started to softly wash her sides and stomach with my hands. She moved my hands up to her heaving, round breasts and squeezed my fingers around them. She started to grind against me and it was then that I realized how hard I actually was. I had been so focused on her that I hadn’t realized I almost rock hard.
Stacy spun around and started to drop to her knees. I caught her on the way down and lifted her back up. I accidentally pushed her against the wall much harder than I had anticipated and her back hit the wall with a THUNK.
Fuck! I’ve totally ruined the mood!
I stood there motionless, afraid I had hurt my precious Stacy. She gave me a new look that I had never seen in our seven years of marriage, softly bit her lower lip, and then roughly grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me hard.
Oh, so you want to play like that do you?
Again, I pushed her back hard, this time grabbed her by the throat, pinning her to the wall. She smiled and gave me a sultry smile.
Her hands didn’t know what to do so they slid up and down her gorgeous body, looking for something to grab onto. I slowly let go of her throat as I knelt down. I slapped the outside of her right thigh and then tapped my left shoulder as I looked up at her with a glare on my face. She yelped and quickly threw her leg up and over my shoulder, pushing her pussy toward my face.
With the hot water splashing against my back, my tongue quickly buried itself in between her pussy lips. Within a second I had her throbbing clit in my mouth and I was teasing it with my tongue.
Normally, my wife moans and squeals and makes the most sensual noises, but tonight, she was moaning like I had never heard her moan before. Maybe because we were in the shower, or maybe it was the bottle of wine, but her spirit was free and she was moaning loud.
As my tongue teased her clit, I took my finger plunged it between her pussy lips and swirled it around her pussy. She was soaking wet so I shoved my finger into her all the way inside of her. She gasped and then her gorgeous moans echoed against the tile. I rubbed my finger against her g-spot while I softly nibbled her clit between my teeth. In return she grabbed my head and shoved it as far into her as she could. I couldn’t even breathe. It was so worth it to become so inhibited and have her grind against my face.
I could tell she was going to cum soon. Her moans turned into squeels and they become higher pitched. Just before she came, I stopped.
“No baby please! Please don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I fucking love it when my wife begs for me.
I stood up and roughly moved her to the door. “Go bend over the bed, I’m going to fuck you so hard right now.”
“But I’ll get the bed all wet.”
I slapped her ass super hard, hard enough to make it sting both of us for quite a while, and she let out quite the yell. I’m sure it stung a lot because her skin was wet. I then grabbed a handful of her soaking wet hair and pulled her head back. I said, “Go bend over the fucking bed. No ordinary, no boring. Not tonight,” and with one hand I opened the shower door, and with the other I shoved her out of the shower.
She stumbled and landed against the wall. She flung the bathroom door open and quickly walked over to the bed and bent over.
Then she surprised me. As I climbed out of the shower, she disappeared. I couldn’t see what she was doing but the soft jazz was turned back to heavy metal. She climbed up on the bed, put her face down and her ass up, and reached behind and spread her ass cheeks apart.
I was in awe. My wife is so fucking gorgeous. Her round ass was just taunting me, begging me to come over and slap it. I smacked the other cheek hard, leaving a perfect red hand print on her ass.
As she moaned I looked at the way her breasts hung perfectly so that her hard nipples slid back and forth over the bedspread. Her long sexy back was asking for my kisses. Her wet hair was stuck haphazardly to her face. She was just so fucking sexy as she waited for me.
“Hurry up and fuck me!” she yelled.
I climbed up on the bed and watched the droplets of water land on the bedspread and on her wet back. I positioned myself behind her, put the tip of my cock between her pussy lips, grabbed her hips tightly and shoved my dick into her soaking wet, hot pussy as hard and as fast as I could. She didn’t grasp, she grunted.
She was too gorgeous and her confidence and inhibition was turning me on too much. Two thrusts and I stopped.
“Don’t stop!” she begged.
“You’re too fucking hot. I can’t hold it back if I move.”
She looked over her shoulder, looked me int the eyes, started to buck her hips back onto me and said, “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I want your cum in me right now!”
I fucking lost it. No amount of willpower or strength could have prevented my orgasm. I leaned forward and while one hand shoved her face into the bed, the other hand landed awkwardly on her mid-back. I then rammed my hot, rock hard, cock into her as deep and as hard as I could.
I joined in her freedom. I grunted and yelled and let myself be as primal as I craved. I tried as hard as I could to hold back that orgasm but I was probably able to only get ten hard thrusts into her before the orgasm took over. My pace slowed and I almost pulled out as I tried to fight it back with my last bit of energy…and then I thrust in one last time, as deep and as hard as possible, and I shot my cum as deep into her as I could.
I continued to thrust and I heard her moans go higher and higher in pitch and then I felt her hot pussy clench around me as she too started to cum. I tried as hard as I could to keep thrusting but I was exhausted. The last sixty seconds felt like sixty minutes. It was all so intense.
We both collapsed on the bed, trying to catch our breath. She then rolled over and climbed up on top of me and straddled me.
“If you ever, ever treat me rough like that again,” she leaned over and kissed me, making sure her tongue slid over mine, “I’ll fucking cum every single time. Be rough with me once in a while because I think I fucking love it!”
I could only lay there and smile, still gasping for breath.
“Now hurry up and recharge because I you need to fuck me again!” she said as she laid down on my chest.
My left arm wrapped around her. My right hand went up into a victory fist pump for myself.
No ordinary. No boring. Not tonight.
