"Don't shave," she said with a saucy wink as she swept by him in the bathroom, head up and hips swinging. "I like a bit of stubble."
"Is that right?" Frank said, unable to take his eyes off her.
That dress Wendy was wearing was super sexy, and the way she strutted in those three inch heels made his gut tighten. What the hell? Were his elevated sexual vibes transferring to her? Clearly his wife was on board with his preparations for an evening of seduction.
Wendy had left her hair down, but had put an enticing wave in it. Frank wanted to see that hair of hers fanned out on a pillow as he fucked her, or perhaps hanging over her breasts while she had those red lips of hers around his cock. He was in control tonight and he wanted that. Frank had the command memorized from one of those books: "Take it, take it all."
That was all he had to say when he sprayed his cum down her throat. Frank wasn't sure if he had to nerve to order it. Would Wendy be willing to swallow when she had never done so before?
The muscles of his jaw clenched and his balls tightened.
"What is it, Frank?" Wendy asked after pausing on the threshold of the bathroom doorway.
Frank found that he was hardly able to speak his throat felt so thick. "The way you look tonight, sweetheart," he paused and shook his head. "I'll try to hold back, but I'm afraid that you're going to have trouble walking tomorrow."
Wendy raised her eyebrows. "Frank!" she said, shocked. Yet there was a flush of pleasure from this statement, too.
Dressed and ready, Frank opened the car door. With care and attention he guided his wife into the car with one hand on her elbow and one on her wrist. Wendy gracefully got into the passenger seat. Frank had read that of all the senses, touch was one of the most important for women. They loved the intimate feel of skin on skin as well as extended kissing and caressing all over, not just breasts and genitals.
Touch apparently helped a woman tune into sensation and turn off thoughts so that they could climax more easily. Frank intended to have his hands, and lips and mouth on his wife all night long.
Wendy was wearing a classy red strapless evening dress that accentuated every one of her beautiful curves. A Versace shawl and three inch open-toed heels finished the outfit. As it was October, they wouldn't be able to dance outside on the patio. The temperature this time of year often dropped below freezing when the sun went down.
Frank blinked when Wendy drew her long, lovely legs inside the car. What exactly was she wearing? His eyes narrowed with concentration. Her stockings appeared to be sheer silk. "Those aren't panty hose, are they?" he asked.
She gave him a sultry smile and a mischievous wink. "If you're lucky, you'll find out later exactly what they are."
Holy shit. The image of his wife naked, in high heels, and wearing a garter belt almost made his eyes cross.
Frank cleared his throat. "Keep teasing me like that and you won't be making it to the restaurant," he growled. "I might just do you in the car right now."
Wendy giggled happily at his warning, and the sound of it made his heart soar. Frank shut the car door and went around to the driver's seat.
Service in The Penrose Room was impeccable and the place was packed. When their waiter escorted them to their table, Frank waved the man off when he pulled out a chair for Wendy. With fleeting confusion, and then a smile of understanding, the waiter nodded and left.
Frank wanted to seat his wife himself.
As Wendy sat down, he ran a hand along her bare arm in the process. Frank pushed the palm of his hand under her hair and possessively wrapped his fingers around her nape. Wendy gave a little shiver and slight flush in response. Were those goose bumps?
Neck/ nape 55%, Frank thought feeling extraordinarily smug. Definitely an erogenous zone. Demonstrating possession is an alpha male trait, like in all those erotic stories she's been reading. It should turn her on.
Frank sat beside Wendy, rather than across from her. They both ordered the Acapulco Shrimp Ceviche, a house special for the night, with a chilled white wine that tasted of pears and peaches. The entire dinner they chatted and laughed, and Frank flirted outrageously, openly undressing her with his eyes, while imagining what he planned to do to her later.
His wife seemed self-conscious under his intent and carnal gaze. Wendy was a little out of her element. Frank was intentionally putting her off balance. That was part of the plan. Wendy had to let go - she had to let him guide her. And his intended result? Frank smiled. Multiple orgasms.
Yet for him to take control, first she had to lose it.
When they finished the meal he asked, "Desert?"
"Not for me," she said.
"Me neither." Frank flagged down his waiter and paid the bill. "Then let's go dancing, but first," he said, bringing his wine glass up for a toast. "To the most beautiful woman in this room," he said with complete sincerity, "my stunning and absolutely gorgeous wife."
Wendy's lips curved in an uncertain, almost shy smile and they both drank. Other than today, when was the last time he complimented her on her looks? Had it been so long ago that she didn't even know how to react to such praise?
I've been taking her for granted, he realized. Wendy deserves so much more.
Frank wanted to make up for his thoughtless disregard. Reaching for her hand, he brought her knuckles to his lips, giving them a soft caress and a sexy little nibble.
"I mean it, you know," he said quietly. "No other woman compares to you."
Wendy gave him a wry half-smile, shook her head, and cleared her throat. "If you're trying to put me in the mood, Frank," she murmured. "I'm here to tell you that it's working."
Yes! Desire begins in a woman's mind, he reminded himself.
Standing up, he moved behind her chair. He leaned over and said in a low voice, seductively whispering into her ear, "Tonight I'm not going to simply put you in the mood. I'm going to make you scream - over and over again."
Wendy's face reddened, but not with embarrassment. Frank watched that blush travel to her arms and neck. Was this that sex flush that he had read about? She opened her mouth and then closed it again. Had he actually made her speechless? Wendy stood up on somewhat shaky legs and Frank draped her shawl around her.
He placed his palm low on her back, intentionally pressing his fingers against her buttocks while guiding her purposefully to the elevator. Was that a shiver of pleasure he saw roll through her? By, God, it was! Frank shook his head, astonished by just how much he had been missing by not paying attention.
They went to the second floor ballroom where a live band was performing. The music was eclectic; Western, Swing, Retro, and Big Band. The band was playing, "Put Your Head on My Shoulder," It seemed a good place to start.
Frank pulled her to him, nuzzling into her neck and nipping an ear lobe. Once more she shivered in response, but she said with a giggle, "Frank! You're an animal!"
"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby," he said with a laugh. His hands gathered her in as they swayed to the music. One hand trailed down to her buttock, tracing along her garter belt to where they held up her stockings. The place was packed, so no one would notice.
"You are so fucking sexy, Wendy," he said.
With her head against his chest, she relaxed into his arms. "You're not so bad yourself."
"You bought these stockings to surprise me?"
"Yes." She grinned up at him, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "Are you surprised?"
His lips firmed as he gave her a hungry look. Grabbing her buttocks he pulled himself against her so that she could feel the thickness of his desire. "I'm so hard for you that all I can think of is getting you home and fucking you senseless. You'll be wearing those stockings and stilettos and nothing else."
Wendy gave a breathless little gasp, a response that Frank was more than happy with. He raised a finger to brush a lock of hair from her face while just gazing into her eyes. He felt so close to her. It wasn't just sex, although sex was a part of it. This was his Wendy, the woman he had mar
ried. The mother of his children. The love of his life.
"I'm a lucky guy," he murmured, and pressed his lips against hers in a soft, chaste kiss. As they kissed, Frank wrapped his fingers in her hair, intentionally giving it a little tug. Wendy made a soft sound of pleasure.
Somewhere in the back of his relentlessly logical mind, Frank thought, Hair pulling 57%.
Frank and Wendy had taken ballroom dancing lessons, and some swing. It had been months since they had danced. Why was it that having children had interrupted their personal time together? It didn't need to be that way.
A comfortable sort of depressed apathy had silently snuck into their marriage.
I've neglected my wife and our relationship.
The clarity of that realization was as shocking as jumping naked into a mountain stream when winter snows were melting. What Frank had discovered had been difficult yet liberating. He was coming to understand that he could have lost Wendy in the long term. Their loving bond could have simply slipped away. He had so much to tell her.
Adventure, pushing boundaries, and complete honesty - that was where he intended to go with her now. This was his chance to make his marriage better than ever. And why shouldn't it be that way? Frank's chest felt tight when he looked at his wife.
Wendy was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Confidently moving her around the floor, Frank enjoyed himself, well aware that his wife was enjoying herself, too. He certainly took the lead when they danced. Would it be as easy to take a commanding lead while making love?
The music pounded when the band played, "A Crazy Little thing Call Love." Full of wild energy Frank swung and pivoted, twirling Wendy all over the ballroom floor. Their eyes met again and again and they laughed together, gracefully demonstrating their rock-and-roll swing skills.
After so many lessons together, Frank was a fluid and self-assured dancer. He leaned into Wendy, giving her a teasing circle of the hips, spinning her full three-sixty degrees, and then pulling her back against him. His chest pushed into the pillow of her breasts, intentionally moving against them.
Her nipples were erect.
That was only fair as he was achingly erect himself.
Frank subtly and openly displayed his lust for her, his eyes undressing her. To Frank, Wendy was the only person in the whole room, much less on the dance floor.
Eventually they came together for an unhurried gliding waltz with, "The Way You Look Tonight." Frank took it in a measured pace, his hands leisurely roaming over her. Their bodies pressed together as they swayed back and forth, slowly, sensually, back and forth. The song ended with them in a full body embrace.
Frank was hard as rock.
Pulling her even closer, Frank let his wife know just how much she he wanted her. He nuzzled her neck, pressing numerous soft kisses on her throat, ear, and across her cheek. Wendy made soft sounds of pleasure, her body melting into his. Lips tantalizingly close; Frank didn’t kiss her on the mouth. Instead he rested his head against her forehead. Lingering there, his nose brushed hers as he breathed in her soft, womanly scent. His arms were a tight band around her torso.
There was an electric current of awareness between them, a solid bond. It was more than just lust. Frank new that Wendy wanted to be kissed. He cupped her face and pressed his lips against her with gentle, loving reverence.
"Let's go home," he said gruffly.
9. Dominating Wendy
"Stay," Frank said to his wife once they were inside their house. There was a bite in his voice, so that she understood: This was not a request, but a command.
She raised her eyebrows at him, and he gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll be right back."
Frank ran up the stairs to their bedroom and got out his stash of stuff, preparing. He set out all the candles he had bought and lit them. They gave the perfect kind of romantic, sexy light. He surveyed the room one last time, and then trotted down the stairs. His grin widened when he saw her.
Wendy hadn’t moved.
In three quick strides, he strode purposefully toward her and tossed her over one shoulder.
"Frank!" Wendy shrieked, laughing. "What are you doing?"
He swatted her on the backside, and she gave him a satisfying yelp of astonishment. "I'm taking full advantage of my wife." Frank stressed the word 'my' letting her know that she belonged to him, just like any self-respecting alpha male would.
As he walked up the stairs, one hand moved to throw Wendy's dress up and over her back. He then pulled her panties down and off, leaving her naked buttocks exposed.
Shocked, Wendy gasped. "You are a bad, bad, man."
"You have no idea," he said.
The look and feel of Wendy's bare ass, outlined with the stockings and garter belt blew his mind. Frank gave a muttered oath at the sight, and she gave him a throaty giggle. Once they were in his bedroom he put her down against a wall.
Wendy's eyes widened as she took in all the candles. They illuminated the room, creating a dreamy shimmer while releasing a slightly vanilla scent.
"Oh, Frank," she whispered, her face bright with awe.
"You like it?"
She smiled up at him. "It’s beautiful. I love it."
"Good. Now don't move," he ordered, reaching around and unzipping her dress. Taking it by the hem he pulled it up and over her head in one fluid motion. Her bra unhooked from the front, so he unclipped it and it dropped to the floor, exposing her completely.
"Jesus," he breathed, taking a long moment to drink her in. "You look fantastic. Walk for me. I want to see my steaming hot wife strut around naked in those sexy, 'fuck me' heels and stockings."
Wendy snickered and proudly circled him with her head up, shoulders back and hips swinging. She looked like a catwalk model, or perhaps a woman sauntering out to pole dance in a raunchy men's club. Damn. Frank really wanted to fuck her, yet he had to wait. He deliberately intended to follow the plan. Wendy was going to climax a number of times first.
"Come here," he ordered in a husky voice.
When she was within reach, Frank backed her up against the wall. His large hands grasped her wrists and held them above her head while Wendy gave an incoherent squeal of surprise.
"Frank, what are you doing?"
"Shush," he growled. "No speaking unless I ask you something," he ordered roughly, grinding his hard cock against her, letting her know just what he was interested in. "I'm going to fuck you, and I am going to do it exactly the way I want," he said in a low, confident voice.
Inhaling in a deep breath of surprise, Wendy's eyes widened. As her lungs filled, her gorgeous breasts rose up enticingly, just begging to be touched and sucked.
With her wrists firmly captured above her head, Frank plundered her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her familiar taste caused raw need to burn low in his belly. Arms, shoulders, chest and hips, Frank pressed himself along her naked flesh. He devoured her then, deep, and demanding, letting her know how much he desired her.
Wendy responded, straining toward him.
Frank slid from her mouth and lips, moving to her collar bone before running his tongue up along her throat and neck, languidly kissing and sucking. He let his hot breath tickle along her sensitive skin to the hollow behind her ear.
When he licked then bit her earlobe, Wendy moaned.
Shifting her wrists to his left hand, Frank kept her arms high above her. This was to increase her sense of helplessness. What better way for her to embrace the passion that was locked within? With him in charge Wendy would be able to completely let go. He wanted to set her free of all thought, all inhibition, all decision… everything.
Surrounded by sensation, she would climax hard.
Running his fingers firmly down her body, Frank continued the assault on her senses. His lips moved lower, nuzzling and licking her breasts. Wendy's lush pink nipples proudly poked out, already distended and hard for him.
"God, I love your breasts," he said, fondling them. "Do you like it when I play with your b
eautiful tits?" he asked, giving one a squeeze.
"Oh, yes," she said breathlessly. "Yes, Frank, it's so good!"
He gave her a dark chuckle, pleased to have pleased her. Of course anything that got her off would get him off anyway. His engorged dick ached. It was just as well he had jerked himself off earlier or he would have blue balls by now.
Were Wendy's breasts swollen? They should be. He concentrated on them, giving each nipple a hard suck. Teeth gently nipping to the edge of pain, he then soothed and laved with his lips and tongue. Frank's fingers trailed along her flank, to her waist, and stomach, teasing through her pubic hair and lightly circling her clit.
"Do you want me to make you come?" he asked in a mild voice that hid a mountain of raw need.
"Oh, please," she begged.
Wendy was making desperate little sounds from the back of her throat. The musky scent of her arousal perfumed the air. Frank's nostrils flared as a white hot current of desire ran through him. Jesus she was ready and willing and that knowledge made his groin ache.
"Spread those sweet, soft thighs of yours further apart," he ordered and Wendy instantly complied.
Frank moved his fingers in a feathering caress through her pubic hair, between her legs. He delicately parted the folds of her sex, tracing her empty slit. A tiny, whole-body shudder went through her when he did. His warm palm cupped her mound possessively and his entire hand was flooded as her most feminine flesh spasmed.
Christ on a crutch! How fucking wet was she?
"Oh, God," she breathed.
Frank wondered if he could he make her climax already? She certainly seemed close.
"That's right, be a good girl and I'll give you what you crave," he said, remembering to use the kind of raunchy talk that she had highlighted on her Kindle. This dominance thing was really working. Frank couldn’t recall Wendy ever being this wet.
Frank bit and sucked her neck while squeezing her mound with a possessive grip. He looked into her eyes. "I'm going to do all the things I've always wanted to do with you tonight, my gorgeous horny wife. So you just stay right there and don't move while I play with your pretty little cunt."