Dirty Sheets – Chapter 2 - Life of a Kinky Wife

In the Light of Day

I lay in bed, one that isn’t mine, sheets pushed down around my waist. The sun is barely breaching the horizon, the day’s first rays filtering through the floor to ceiling drapes. My head aches in a way it hasn’t in years, the night of excess rivaling the days of my youth. The heady scent of sex and unbridled lust still fills the artificially cooled air and I take a deep breath, allowing it to wash over me. The cockstand that tented my trousers since the first sultry suggestion of filling her cunt has seemingly become the norm. Waking up this morning, it’s still there beneath the white linens and I wonder if I will ever be the same again. I look over at the busty blonde, gauging my chances of an encore.

She snores gently beside me, turned slightly on one side. I watch as her round breasts, now speckled with numerous marks from my fingers and teeth, rise and fall. The thought of waking her feeds my slightly engorged cock, but I decide she probably needs her rest. She must be quite exhausted after our night of illicit deeds. Thinking about it, I scoff at myself for thinking she was so very lady-like that I didn’t even go in for the first kiss. After taking her in every offered hole, some twice, I think I’m more of a prude than she is. But man, does she know how to rock a man’s cock.

Last night was one to remember and just kept getting better after we left the pub and made our way to her apartment. The ride in the cab was remarkably short, or at least it seemed like it was. I was a bit preoccupied enjoying the peep show performance to say if it were more than a few blocks. It could have been another country for all I know. Being so focused on her fingers grazing up her shapely thighs, pressing beneath her short skirt, and teasing the top of her garters, it was difficult to concentrate on much else. When her roaming fingers finally displayed her bare and inviting cunny, I was a man lost, never to be found.

I was hoping to bear witness to the red-tipped digits sinking into her silky heat, but the cab came to a stop and she straightened everything, paid the driver, and departed abruptly. I followed like the sick puppy I have become. The short jaunt up to her apartment did little to aid my lack of blood flow. Being a few steps behind before she had gotten to the stairs, she was quite a distance ahead of me when I started my ascent. Her short skirt had already been lifted to reveal the soft spot where the curves of her perfectly round arse meet her toned thighs. Beneath that was the silhouette of her nether lips and I lick my lips now, just as I did at the sight of them then.

Arriving at the door, she didn’t even look back at me, sensing I would follow. Honestly only a dead man wouldn’t have. Crossing the threshold, she stepped aside to let me in and then swung the door shut using her foot, with still not a word uttered. The door hadn’t finished closing before her fingers were deftly unbuttoning her cardigan and pushing down her skirt. Both laid in a pool on the hardwood floor before her tiny white top and lace bra were added. I simply watched, and then swallowed with an audible gulp.

“I prefer to be naked, whenever possible. Can I get you another…scotch, was it?”

“Sssre.” Clearing my throat, I tried again. “Sure, that would be great.”

Pretending she didn’t notice or possibly ignoring me, she walked off into the adjoining room that I assumed was a kitchen. Taking the few short moments to breathe deeply, and clear my head, I removed my suit jacket and suffocating tie before undoing my shirt’s top button. I take a breath now, much like I did then, as the night flows faster through my mind.

She returned to the main area, naked as the day she was born, and I couldn’t help but stare at her form. The images she sent me at the pub were a mere tease of the perfection that graced my presence. Her large tits are perkier than they should be for their size but clearly natural. The itch to hold them, twist, and pluck, forced me to ball my hands into fists and shove them firmly in my pockets. I’d given up on trying to hide my erection. She knew what she was doing to me. She was doing it on purpose.

Sitting straight-backed in an armchair across from my standing position, she crossed her legs, like I hadn’t already seen her beautiful cunt. The action only pushed her back into an arched position and forced her breasts to press out. Eyeing me soundlessly, I stood transfixed as she sipped her drink, stirring the ice around with the tip of one finger. I drank my scotch and simply stared back. I couldn’t get enough of looking at her perfect curves and luscious frame. My cock was thoroughly enjoying it too. It also enjoys it now if the familiar tingle that’s started in my spine is any indication.

Her eyes remained on me as she placed the glass down on the arm of the chair. It sat there evenly, and yet suddenly, fell to the ground beside her.

“Ooops, I’ve made a mess.” Her words meant one thing, but her tone said another, that she meant for this to happen.

Getting down on her hands and knees, she turned her back to me. Her glistening slit came into view, topped with a puckered wink which triggered a new surge of blood to strengthen my already hard cock. Forgetting my composure, a long moan eased its way up my chest and filled the silence in the apartment. I moan now, here, beside her, and take my shaft in hand.

Paying me no mind, she simply continued to clean the mess, her bum wiggling with each swipe of her hands. I didn’t bother trying to help, I couldn’t move if I tried. Her ass, those puffy mouthwatering pussy lips, and tempting back passage had me standing mesmerised, like a spectator at a hypnotist’s show. Ice cubes clinked against the glass as she dropped the cubes into the tumbler. Lowering to her forearms, she looked under the chair, pushed her ass up higher, arched her back suggestively. I took a step forward, but then my apprehension forced me to step back. I wanted her, but I was worried she’d eat me alive. That thought only made my cock harder. It does the same now.

Turning, she placed her legs beneath her in a side sit and looked directly at me, not before she eyed the tent in my pants. Keeping her gaze concentrated on mine, she reached into the tumbler and pulled a cube out, held it gently between her forefinger and thumb.

“You look a bit warm over there.” Her seductive voice said, barely above a whisper. Taking the cube, she placed it on her neck, pulled it down between her perfect tits before she circled the nipple of one, then the other until they pointed in hard peaks. Leaning back, she spread her legs wide, and the ice left a trail of moisture in its wake as she continued the path to her core. Circling her clit once, she brought it to her center then pushed it inside, pumping her fingers in and out to settle it in place. I choke the head of my cock in a vise-like grip, staving off the eruption that is currently pending, not wanting to be finished reliving the memory just yet.

A puddle formed under her as the icy liquid gushed out, combined with her natural milky white lubricant. Crawling over to me, she undid first my belt, then my flies, my eyes were resolutely glued to her as she knelt before me. Letting my trousers fall to the floor, her fingers circled inside the band of my boxers before she pulled them down too. My cock sprang out to greet her, bouncing joyfully before her face. Her pink tongue reached out to lick the tip before she grabbed my arse firmly in both hands and pulled me into her waiting mouth.

I could do nothing but gaze down at her as her ruby lips stretched around my eager length, tongue swirling around the bulbous tip as she slid me into the back of her throat. She has the kind of mouth men pray for, perfectly plush lips on the outside, a deep and open throat within. Thinking of her milking me with her mouth has my hips straining into my fist.

After she placed both her hands evenly on my thighs, she pressed me backward, walking with me, still on her knees. My calves connected the low laying couch and I sat heavily, her mouth not missing a beat. Sucking me until finally, I could take no more and my hands wound into her golden hair, she pulled back with an audible pop.

“Remove your shirt.” She said as she started to stand. As I did so, she straddled my lap, placed my cock at the entrance to her slick heat, and slid down on me effortlessly. Holding onto the back of the sofa, she rocked back and forth, letting my length almost empty her, before her pussy sucked me back in.

“Touch my tits.” She said, and my hands were on her briskly, holding and squeezing, twisting, and pinching.

“Bite them.”

Not needing to be told twice, I lifted first one, then the other to my mouth and suckled then nibbled her sensitive flesh.

“Harder.”

Looking at her to ensure it was okay, I did as she bade and sunk my teeth deeply into her rich flesh.

“Yessssss. Now lick them like their ice creams cones.”

Soothing the bite marks away with my tongue, I looked up to see her reaction. Her eyes were focused on me, hooded with pleasure. She continued to bounce up and down upon my dick, the whole time, never once faltering in her rhythm.

“Suck them, not just my nipples, but the skin around them too.” She demanded and I did.

Snaking a hand in between us, she started to rub her engorged nub. My eyes followed her fingers, but her hand came up to twist my nipple, hard.

“Keep biting and sucking my tits, I want to come, then you can fuck my ass.”

Not used to having anal offered without a bit of encouragement, I stared at her before leaning forward to grab her with my teeth. Licking and devouring her flesh, she continued to fuck me, practically jumping onto my swollen member. The couch squeaked with each bounce, and right before I thought I couldn’t take her insatiable coupling any longer, she threw her head back and moaned. The moan turned to a groan, and then a high-pitched keening as she soaked my lap in her aromatic come. It was the most primal and beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Feeling my arousal coming to a crest, I look over and find her eyes open and trained on me. I was so into my reverie, I didn’t see her push the sheet down to access her bare folds, where her fingers have found residency. They dance over her flesh at a fever pitch. Smiling at me, she says,

“Good morning, Lover. Let me quickly come, then I’ll take care of your not-so-little problem.”