He kicked the bedroom door open and tossed her on the bed. Leering down at her with passion and lust he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Her dress had ridden up high onto her thighs exposing her to his yearning. She tried to push herself away to the far side of the bed continuing her charade of resistance, enthralled with the knowledge he wanted her, and he was going to take her.
“No Mike” she said in a whimper this time.
Mike grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her back. When he had her legs dangling off the bed he plopped down and pulled her over his lap. He was intoxicated with her. The emotions of the last three years came to a head. He pulled her dress up over her hips. She was wearing black French cut panties with red trim.
She looked up at him feigning fear. “What are you doing?” She panted.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Martha. Strutting around my house in that suggestive dress. Playing it so cool, teasing me, daring me to give you firm hand!”
Smack, smack, smack! His hand came forcefully down on her ass. She yelped and kicked her legs but she didn’t really offer resistance. Martha began to let herself give in to his cravings. Still pretending to fight him off she tried to block his blows by covering her ass with her hands. He was having none of it.
“Oh no you don’t Martha. It’s time you learned your lesson!”
Smack, smack, smack, smack, he spanked her with his right hand while his left held her arms firmly in place. More spanks and more yelping. He’d never once done this in their marriage. They’d had some rough and tumble sex, but nothing like this. She was so aroused so consumed with love and lust.
“You brute, you can’t spank me! I’m a grown woman. Stop it this instant” Martha pleaded as his hand rained down blow after blow. He stopped for a moment but didn’t let her up. She could feel his erection and longed to be released so she could take him in her mouth. Mike was now gently stroking her ass, rubbing it gently allowing his fingers to roam over her pussy that was soaked in desire.
“Please Mike, I’ve learned my lesson, please don’t spank me anymore. I’ll be good, I promised.”
Mike stood up keeping her in his arms. He then set her down on the floor. Martha was kneeling between his legs with her hands on his thighs.
Looking at her with an evil grin he simply said, “Take your panties off right now Martha and get back over my lap. I’m not done with you yet, not by a long shot.”
He was making her ask for more punishment. He was allowing her to choose. She could leave in a huff and prove she was still the mean, selfish bitch that cheated on him. If she stayed, it would be because she wanted to be his, wanted him to take her as his woman.
She meekly slid her panties off, pulled her dress back up over her hips. “I’ve been so bad Mike, please spank me and teach me a lesson. Give me what I deserve. Treat me like the naughty girl I’ve been.” Her voice was dripping with longing for her man. She placed herself back over his lap.
He looked down at her ass, so firm so erotic. This had been his ass and only his until she had lost her mind and lost her way. She’d damaged him as no one ever had, but now that was behind them. Now she was his.
The slaps this time were firm, but not as hard. They were three or four at a time but interrupted with loving caresses. They still stung, but she could tell he was moving from rage to pure arousal.
“You’ve been so bad.” Smack, smack
“Yes, I’ve been terrible. Please spank your bad girl!”
Smack, smack, smack, “Have you learned your lesson? Will you behave now?” Lightly rubbing, lovingly stroking.
“Yes, I’ll be good, I promise!”
Mike pulled her up, she straddled his lap feeling his engorged cock at the entrance of her wet slit. He wrapped his strong arms around her and brushed her bangs out of her eyes. Before he kissed her, he looked deeply into her eyes and said, “Don’t ever make me do that again young lady.”
Before she took his tongue into her mouth she replied, “I don’t know, if I’m a bad girl I’ll need you to spank me again!”
Their kiss was a wrestling match of tongues. He pushed, she pulled. They fought over who could go the deepest. Mike deftly unhooked her bra in one swift motion. She moaned into his mouth.
After a few moments of making out she slid off his lap and onto her knees. She hadn’t seen his cock for over three years and it was more magnificent now than she remembered. She wasn’t slow or teasing, she sucked, licked, kissed, and swallowed his manhood like a woman possessed. He put his hand on the back of her head and began rocking in motion with her sucking. He needn’t have bothered holding her in place. There was no force on the planet that could pull her away. When he came violently in her mouth, she swallowed every drop keeping him in her mouth until he was completely spent.
He was lying back on the bed with his forearm draped over his eyes trying to catch his breath. “Fuck me, that was amazing,” he rasped trying to recover. She laid her head on his leg for a moment letting him get his focus back.
When he did, he sat up and pulled her onto straddling his lap, then he moved her up to his chest and had her by the hips, her sex hovering over his face. His hot breath was beginning to make her lightheaded. He didn’t give her any chance to consider what was next. He pulled her pussy down hard onto his mouth and his tongue began to work magic on her.
She leaned forward placing her hands on the bed to brace herself. Rocking back and forth on his mouth, her first orgasm came in about thirty seconds. “AAAGGGHHH FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” she wailed. Now it was Martha’s turn to collapse on the mattrass. They were both breathing heavily. “Fuck me is right,” Martha exclaimed.
“Yes mam” Mike responded recovering more quickly than he thought he could. He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up by the hips plunging his cock into where his mouth had been a few brief moments earlier. She pushed back into him with the same force he was using on her. They were fucking as hard as they ever had.
For the next two hours they gave themselves completely to each other. On the bed, bent over the dresser, in the shower, back to the bed and on the kitchen table when they took a break for some bottled water. Sometime around 2 AM they fell asleep… in their bed…
Three weeks later Mike was talking to his daughter Sally about Christmas.
“Dad, when do you want to come for Christmas? I want to continue to honor your desire to be with us without mom. She had dibs on Thanksgiving, so when do you want to come over next Tuesday?”
“Thanks Sally,” Mike said, taking a sip from his coffee. They were sitting in the same coffee shop Sally and Martha visited when Martha first revealed to her daughter she’d begun to be remorseful about her affair and how she’d treated Mike.
“I’d like to come by in the morning… and… if it is OK, I’d like to bring my fiancé.”
Sally’s heart sunk. She’d been dreading this moment. Her dad had hinted he was seeing someone but he hadn’t divulged any details. She kept her composure but inside Sally was in turmoil. Her mom would be devastated by this news. Sally worried about how her mother would cope.