“That leads me to wonder if you’re tired of having sex with me. Don’t I let you have other people? If you’re feeling that much desire for someone else, all you have to do is talk to me about it. But I think you like my pussy too much for it to be that.”
She took another drag. Lara pulled away, letting her tongue drop a touch of saliva on her spouse’s skin. A woman could never be too wet. “Don’t mind my strange whim, Kennedy,” she said. Her wife’s full name came out when she was the one submitting. “They change with the phases of the moon.”
“Oh, I know.”
Kennedy wrapped her tongue around her finger before pantomiming what she would do with it next. Yet Lara dove back in with one hand gripping her spouse’s waist and the other still bracing herself against the chair. Her breaths were large and unwavering in her chest.
“Do you like doing this, Wife? Do you like having my pussy rubbed all over your face?”
Another hum of approval vibrated between them.
“Of course you do. Touch yourself until you’re wet enough for me.”
Lara made a show of keeping her halfway pleasured as she flung back the skirt of her robe and rubbed the inside of her thighs. In truth, her pelvis swelled in heat, every inch of her thinking about her wife taking something. Sure enough, whenher fingers touched her pussy, she found it in the advanced stages of preparing formore.
She pulled apart her nether lips so she could feel herself drip down her thighs.
“You know…” Kennedy tossed her vape onto her desk and folded her hands across her stomach. “I don’t appreciate you fucking with my feelings like that. If you don’t have a real grievance with me, then don’t do that. And if you do? You need to tell me. I don’t like having a knife twisted into my gut any more than you do, Lara.”
She didn’t say anything. She knew her lips’ place was on her spouse’s pussy, bringing her the relaxing pleasure she deserved.
“You know I love you, Bunny. It almost makes me sad that I must punish you.”
Lara’s thighs quivered. The more she fell into her headspace of servitude, the more she liked the idea of her spouse making an example out of her.
Kennedy checked her watch. “I still need to rinse off in the shower and get my ass to bed. I’ll have to punish you here. Stop touching yourself and get up.”
Lara obeyed, but only because she liked that tone in her voice. Kennedy knew how to speak to her. Even when she was about to go 180 on her naughty ass, she could keep her tone low and reasonable. Yet Lara could see it in her eye. The look of a Domme who had to take matters into her own hands.
“Let me see your body.”
Lara pulled open her robe, the sash dangling toward the floor as her breasts poked out and her blond pubic hair called coyly to her wife. She may not be much younger than Kennedy, but she knew how to take care of herself. Years of careful eating – since she had to consider the calories in alcohol – exercising, yoga, and endless trips to the dermatologist meant she still hadsmooth skin, perky tits, and only minimal stretch marks and cellulite. Some things could not be helped, after all.
Yet even with her imperfections, she still felt confident, especially in front of her spouse. Kennedy never gave her the impression that she found her anything but 100% fuckable.My confidence isn’t entirely tied to that, but I won’t lie and say that it doesn’t make me feel good. Kennedy’s expression didn’t change now, but she looked her up and down, admiring a body she had touched and claimed a hundred thousand times.
She had fucked her, smacked her in the appropriate places, and humped almost every inch of her skin in the span of a dozen years. Yet she still looked at Lara as if she were excited to do it all over again.
“Turn around and bend over.”
Lara bristled. “Are you going to spank me, Kennedy?”
“Do you want me to spank you?”
She shrugged, indifferent. “Only if you believe I deserve it.”
“No. You won’t learn anything from a spanking right now.” Kennedy leaned forward, her pants still down around her thighs. Something about that was hotter than if she pulled them back up to make it easier to move around. “You need me to punish you with something other than my hand. Open the drawer. You know the one.”
Lara glanced at where her spouse kept somenecessary marital aidsin the office. Because they often ended up fucking here if they never made it back to the bedroom before they had to have each othernow.
She tugged the drawer open. Inside was a discreet container of lube, tissues, a tiny vibrator, and two glass toys of two different sizes.
She grabbed the smaller one and dangled it between her and Kennedy.
“Yes, Bunny. Now do as I say. Turn around and bend over for me.”
The carpet was soft against her feet as she turned and braced her hands against her spouse’s desk.She better make this good.Lara must be properly punished. If Kennedy knew what was good for her, she would make Lara feel like the most obedient, grateful submissive in the universe.I hope so. I need it.
“Spread your legs.”