Business Woman (Closed)

[Little_Fleshlight]

Amy was a stone cold, hard headed beast of a woman with laser focus. She was a lawyer for a well established law firm in town, everyone around the area knew her. Amy was known to be a ruthless hen in the courthouse, winning case after case, getting her some attention from the higher ups. With her profession, she hardly had time for her husband (Y/c). Stress followed her home every night, so their love life was lacking. Hell they hardly talked anymore since she came home so late.

She loved being in control of every aspect of her life, including (y/c), although deep down, all she wanted was to have all her holes stretched out and make it hard to do her job. Or even better, be forced to become a stay at home wife, destined to please her man for the rest of their days. Amy craved being dominated, like she dominated the court rooms.

…

It had been a long few months, Amy was always stuck at work, getting things ready for her next court hearing. She spent an average of thirteen hours a day at work, and when she got home, Amy would take a shower then go straight to bed. Their marriage was going to fall apart if something wasn’t done soon. They hadn’t had sex in a few weeks and haven’t touched the sex toys they’ve bought in over a year.

…

Sighing tiredly, Amy fumbled with her keys before jamming the right one into the lock and turning it. The door swung open dramatically as she walked into the house with her multiple bags of papers and binders. Everything came crashing to the floor besides the entrance before she closed the door, locking it behind her. As she dragged her feet through the house, she saw dinner on the table and sighed again.. “Fuck..” The woman mumbled under her breath. She told (y/c) that she would be home for dinner.. Three hours had passed since the food was done.. Amy set her keys and purse down on the counter before bending over to take her heels off. Her body was sore from the lack of sleep and lack of self care. “Babe..?”

The twenty-eight year old began to walk around their large apartment, hoping her husband wouldn’t be too upset with her. Making her way upstairs, she noticed the bedroom lights were still on, meaning (y/c) was still awake and waiting for her. For some reason a lump formed in the slender woman’s throat, as if she knew she was in trouble, even though nothing had been said. Slowly Amy made her way to the cracked open door, pushing it open slowly.

“Hey babe, I’m so sorry I’m late again..”

 

[susurrus]

I loved my wife. She was smart, beautiful and really good at her job. The trouble was, that job kept her away from home damn near all the time. And when she was home, she was too tired to be a wife in any substantial manner. Now, don't get me wrong, the pay she dragged in was impressive, but I had a good-paying job, too, so after all this time, I was wanting a wife, rather than merely an opposite-sex roommate

I'm Taylor. I married Amy almost the hour she graduated from law school. When she was younger, she was a tiger, both at work and in bed. Aside from her beauty, it was that ambition that attracted me to her. Just after we were married, she took charge in the bedroom as much as I did. Then, as the rigors of work took over, her interest in sex waned as she brought more and more work home with her.

Then, one night, I'd had enough. I'd made a very nice dinner and had put it out so it would be ready when she got home. After an hour, most of it was beyond saving. After two, I just left it out so she could see.

Going to the bedroom, I stripped off - I'd picked up the habit of sleeping nude after we got married and just stuck with it - and climbed in bed, my mind awhirl, mainly with not-so-complimentary thoughts about my workaholic wife.

I wasn't sleepy. I didn't know why I'd holed up in the bedroom. It just seemed symbolic somehow. So, I just sat up in bed, thinking about what was going to happen when Amy finally did deign to show her face.

After another hour, I heard the door open. Then, I heard the telltale thump of the latest case she was working on hitting the table.

A minute or so later, I saw her face slowly peek around the door frame, an apology on her lips.

I let her come fully into the doorway, her posture its usual mix of exhaustion and apology. For a moment, my body flooded with the love and arousal seeing her always sends through me. Then, the reminder of these last several months shot into my mind and I remembered that I wasn't happy.

"Come here," I commanded, my tone flat and filled with the menace that had been boiling in me for the last hour or so.

 

[Little_Fleshlight]

The lump in her throat only grew once she heard her husbands tone, she still held onto some shred of hope that Taylor wasn't actually mad. Slowly Amy walked into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her before she quickly walked to the bathroom to which she changed into her more comfortable sleeping wear. Amy was clearly trying to take as long as possible, but didn't take too long or else it would be too obvious.

Walking back out of the bathroom, the woman avoided eye contact for as long as possible before making her way to their large bed. She wasn't used to Taylor being upset with her, she had known he was growing frustrated, but there was nothing she could do unless she quit her job and became a stay at home wife.

Crawling onto the plush covers, she leaned over and kissed her husbands cheek. "I'm sorry.. I know I should have called, but I've been so wrapped up in this case lately. Court is on Monday and it's going to take all day, and I just have to prepare for it.." She laid down, putting her head on the man's shoulder, hoping to butter him up so he'd maybe forget his anger.

"I love you.." She teased lightly, kissing the man's neck gently before pulling away to check the time. Looking back, their eyes met this time. Amy looked down, somewhat of a bad habit of hers.

 

[susurrus]

Instead of coming as ordered. Amy ducked into the bathroom and took another several minutes to change. Apparently she hadn't heard what I said. When she emerged, she was wearing a comfortable, yet sexy, nightie.

I let her get in the bed and snuggle up and make the same apology I'd heard more times than I could count.

Then she capped it off with an "I love you." She'd done it many times before. It was supposed to make it all right, set the counter at zero, so to speak. Then, her gaze went from mine, to away. It was the only submissive gesture she ever made, but it was an apologetic move. It was an admission that she knew she was screwing up "us," but didn't know how to change it.

Instead of kissing her back, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her over my lap. Before she had much time to protest, I flipped the hem of her nightie up over her ass, then started to rain hard slaps to her perfect, round butt...

 

[Little_Fleshlight]

It was a swift motion that Amy hardly had any time to react to before she was pulled over Taylor's lap. A gasp escaped her lips before feeling her ass suddenly exposed. Sure, she had been spanked by him before.. but not like this.

Amy began to squirm around her husband's lap, trying to move her butt around to help spread the pain out - but it was no use. Her frame was much smaller than the male, so being held in place was no challenge.

A few minutes passed and her ass was a beautiful red shade, her squirming had stopped but the whimpering hadn't. "I'm sorry!" She'd beg, trying to cover her hot cheeks from the assault, only to have her wrist pinned.

It hurt badly, but she couldn't help but to get turned on. She was in charge in every aspect of her life - except with Taylor. She knew she needed to do better for them, to make their relationship work. "I'm so-orry for choosing work o-ver us!" Amy finally cried out, face buried in the sheets as her eyes stung from the tears of pain and shame. She wanted to be a good wife.

 

[susurrus]

It was spur-of-the moment. I hadn't originally thought of a spanking, but suddenly, it felt appropriate. Then, it was happening... and I liked it. I'd spanked her before, it's true, but never like this. Once I began, I didn't want to stop. Amy writhed around and began whimpering and sobbing. Still, I continued. It was only when my hand started to hurt and a true apology poured from her lips that I gave her reddened ass a few parting shots, then stopped.

Once I quit spanking her, I found my cock was hard. I could just see Amy's pussy from where she was positioned, and it was soaking. Apparently we both liked this. Heat radiated off the skin of her butt, and I caressed it gently for a minute or so before I let her move.

I didn't let her move far, though. When she got off me and turned her tear-streaked face my direction, I got to my knees on the bed and pushed her to her stomach. Spreading her legs, I had a perfect view of her beautiful, puckered asshole and her glistening wet cunt.

Wasting no time, I aimed my cock toward my wife's oozing pussy and pushed forward...

 

[Little_Fleshlight]

The gentle rubs definitely stung, she tried to not squirm. Before she knew it Amy's face was against the sheet and her hips were raised in the air, her holes in full view.

The cold air against her wet pussy sent a shiver up her spine before she felt Taylor push himself in. Her moaning filled the room quickly due to being so worked up already. With each thrust, he slammed against her red cheeks, making them sting the whole time - definitely a great reminder.

Her pussy ached for more, she was so wet if Taylor pulled out too much he had a hard time getting back in. She arched her back, pushing her ass towards the man, "Mm!" Amy had wrapped her hands in the blanket, trying to hold onto something to give her support from the thrusting - she couldn't remember the last time they had such lustful sex. "I'm y-ours!"

 

[susurrus]

"Fucking right you are," I growled into my wife's ear. Damn, Amy's pussy hadn't felt this good in a damn long time. Then again, it'd been so long since I'd been inside her, I may have forgotten what she felt like.

I could feel the heat from her punished ass against my stomach on every thrust. Then, I got an idea, pulled out and re-aimed, making sure to drag plenty of that fluid up from her leaking pussy hole. . It'd been quite a while since we'd done anal. Amy hadn't appreciated it much, but I'd taken my time, so I was fully convinced she couldn't allow herself to relax enough.

Sliding my cock head up and down her asshole to spread the lubrication around, I told her, "I'm coming in." I didn't push as hard and fast as I had with her pussy, but I wasn't letting her say no...

 

[Little_Fleshlight]

When Taylor pulled out, she began trying to catch her breath. But trying to calm down didn't last long when he began rubbing against her tight ass. They hadn't done anal in a while, and she was about to protest before the words came out of his mouth. There was something about him not giving her an option that she loved.

Without much struggle, she felt his cock slowly slide inside of her ass without any breaks. Before she knew it, his cock was nestled in her and her toes were curling from the pressure. Amy knew better than to run now. Soon, the thrusts began and her ass took it all. Loud moans filled the room as her hole was being resized.

"P-lease! Slow down.." the poor girl whimpered, regardless of her saying that, her hole had never been so hungry for Taylor. All thoughts of work had vanished, all she was focused on was her husband - how it should be.

 

[susurrus]

"Quiet," I told my wife as she uttered her first protest as my balls brushed the wetness of her pussy below. I was fully inside Amy's ass, and I loved it. It had been far too long since I'd gotten the opportunity to enjoy my wife's body, and if I'd have left it to her, I'd once again be laying there frustrated and resentful.

I let a minute or so pass for her to get used to my stretching her butt before I started moving, but when I did begin to fuck, I started slow, but quickly accelerated to fucking her rearmost hole as vigorously as I had her pussy.

"Damn, it's been too long," I finally panted into her ear. I wasn't just speaking about her ass. It had been months since we'd really had any sex of any kind. Oh, she gave me a handjob once in a while, but for a long time, she'd been too tired, both physically and mentally, do do much more.

 

[Little_Fleshlight]

The relentless thrusts were making her lose her mind with lust, that was until he said those words and guilt washed over her. Amy knew work was causing a wedge between them, but didn't know what to do about it until she shouted out suddenly, "I want to be a stay at home wife. I can work from home if you want.. I want us happy." She spoke as it the thrusts weren't still raining down.

Amy managed to wiggle out from under the man before pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Slowly she lowered herself back onto Taylor's cock, her ass taking it without much fight. Amy began bouncing and grinding her hips, making sure she was making her husband feel good.

Moans escaped her mouth once more as she held onto Taylor for support. "I- love you." Amy hadn't known the last time she said those words and wasn't on autopilot. It all made her feel guilty, but all she wanted to do was make everyone around her proud.

 

[susurrus]

Hearing Amy's shouted statement that she wanted to stay home instead of reporting to an office was a surprise, but it also sent a thrill through me. My job required me to be on-site a couple times a week, but other than that, I worked from home most of the time.

I was stunned and aroused at the potential implications, so much so that I didn't try to hold her down when she began attempting to get out from under me. Hearing the lust in my wife's voice told me she wasn't attempting to escape, and when she planted her palm in my chest and gave a push, I knew what she wanted.

Laying back, I looked down at my cock standing hard and proud, gleaming from the wetness of my Amy's body. Then I watched one of my favorite views: that of my beautiful woman climbing on and sinking herself down onto my waiting pole.

God, do I love the sight of her fucking me. The way her tits move, the gyrations of her torso, the painful looks of pleasure on her face. This was a position I never wanted to leave. My cock gripped by her glorious holes didn't hurt, either.

This time, when Amy told me: "I love you," while hesitant with the movements she was making, it was filled with more genuine affection than I'd heard in a long time. Lately, there'd been a teasing nature to the words, as if she didn't really mean what she said, just that she knew it was something I liked to hear. This time, she meant it.

Pulling her down on top of me - being careful not to let myself pop free - I kissed her long and hard. Our tongues danced like they hadn't for far too long, and our breaths were labored and full of passion.

When we finally came up for air, I told her, "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that and really mean it."