(A) – This story contains a brief mention of anal play, including analingus.
(L) – This story contains strong language.
For various reasons, many wives (including myself) sometimes fail to realize how big of a part we play in keeping a healthy sex life alive in our monogamous relationships.
I learned this quite a few years ago, and finally understood how I had to take as much of a part in initiating sex as he did.
This is a story about how I acted on that understanding.
A number of years back, my husband M managed a warehouse for a local company.
It was a Saturday, and typically they were open for a half day. He had a number of orders to get together for Monday, and the rest of the front office and warehouse people had left for the day. M called me to let me know what was happening. Knowing he hadn’t eaten yet, I offered to bring him lunch.
I had other things in mind as well!
Immediately I went to work, curling and combing my shoulder length blonde hair in a way that he always found attractive: an elegant comb-over and sweeping back, with everything pinned behind my head. I applied my eyeliner so that it ran off the corner of my eyes, thicker than usual. A dark plum colored lipstick completed the makeup portion of the outfit.
Then I headed into the bedroom to open my lingerie drawer.
Deciding that blue would be the color of the day, I pulled out my lacy blue balconette bra and a matching pair of panties, with a deep V-cut in the front and a sheer back panel. I added a pair of sheer blue stockings with a wide lace top and seams. He loves the seams!
Then came my blue, form-fitting, knit sweater dress and a pair of white open toe “come fuck me” pumps.
Now ready, I jumped into the car and stopped to pick him up some lunch. Feeling confident in the way I looked, I chose to go into the restaurant to order. And I did get quite a few looks!
When I arrived at the warehouse, I texted him to let him know I was there.
The business was locked up and he had to come and let me in. I stood at the door holding the bag in my hand as he approached and unlocked the door to let me in.
The moment he saw me, I got the response I was looking for. He took the bag of food with one hand and wrapped his arm around my waist with the other, sweeping me in. He pressed his lips to mine, and it wasn’t long before our tongues were swirling right there in the glass front foyer of the business.
After a few minutes he locked the door back up and took a look around before we headed back into the office space.
We found a place to sit, and he began to rummage through the bag.
He abruptly stopped and said, “Fuck it, I’ll eat after.”
We started to kiss again, and my hand struggled to open up his belt he stood up. I finally succeeded and dropped his pants to his knees, and wrapped my fingers around that hard spear, gripping it fully and squeezing, then wrapping my dark red lips around the head and sliding down the length. It was exciting—the first time we ever did this at his work.
I could hear him expressing his pleasure as the length of his spear slipped in and out of my lips.
As he began to make love to my mouth, I held on so tightly that I could feel my lips pulling away every time he pulled back.
He was in full arousal mode, and I could hear him uttering different things among them.
“Fuck you look so beautiful.”
“You are so damn sexy!”
Every word out of his mouth served to boost my sexual confidence and make me that much more aggressive in what I was doing.
My was dress sliding up and revealing the tops of my nylons. Both of us have a fetish for this, and I was feeling so very turned on!
Grabbing hold of his firm ass, I squeezed it, sliding my fingers into the crevice between, wanting him to become more aggressive and make love to my mouth! I was drooling—I could feel it running down my chin, and the wet sounds of my mouth sloshing up and down on him add to the erotic ambiance.
“Stand up,” he demanded.
As I pulled back, I took in the sight before me. He stood there with his pants around his ankles, his wet spear standing out, red and swollen, the print of my red lipstick around the shaft.
“But sir,” I began to ask, “what if someone comes in and finds us? I just started working here.”
As usual he joined into the role play, taking his part.
“You know I’ve been watching you. And don’t worry about being found out. I’m friends with the owner and she will understand. After all, she hired you for a reason!”
He grabbed my hips and turned me around, then pressed my shoulders forward until my hands landed down on the box I had been sitting on. Tugging at my sweater dress, he pulled it up over my behind, revealing that sheer blue panel of my panties.
“Who comes to work wearing what you’re wearing? You came here with the intention of fucking, and you and I both know what’s going to happen. All that flirting you’ve been doing with me… Besides that, if you were so worried about being caught, you wouldn’t have been sucking my cock the way you were.”
As he spoke, I felt his hands rubbing over the nylon of my panties and tracing down over my stockings. It was driving me crazy with desire.
He lowered to his knees, and I felt his fingers enter into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down. Then spreading the cheeks of my behind, he pressed his face in between, his tongue flicking over my anus.
Bowing myself down farther down on my elbows, I spread my legs, giving room for his mouth to move down to the business end.
I moaned as the pleasure began.
“Yes sir,” I said. “I wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I knew that you would take me the way I wanted a man to take me.”
He worked his magic, licking, nibbling, sucking, and all the while I could feel his hands running over my legs, gliding over the nylon, gently squeezing and caressing from my ankles to my behind.
All I could do is whimper and give in to his control.
M rose to his feet, and I felt his hand rubbing over my waist and behind, then slapping my ass over and over until I could feel it burning. Then I felt him probing with the helmet of that spear, his fingers guiding the shaft before he thrusted in.
I was wet with desire, and it took very little effort for him to enter and slide deep inside.
Almost startled, I let out a screech as he began to relentlessly thrust into me. And I basked in his desire for me.
Quietly, I cried out for him to take me harder, while looking around at my surroundings and realizing where we were, feeling the excitement of it all.
My body was in full submission, my head rising and falling as I gasped in pleasure. I felt my hair beginning to loosen from its pins. A curl fell down in front of my face, and then another. My body jerk under the force of his thrust.
I always loved it when he got to this point—where he felt such great need that he would take me and use me. He would never do so in a way that he knew was outside my comfort level, but he always knew exactly how to use it in a way that would stir my innermost being, making me want to give myself to him that much more.
Then we heard it.
“Hello?”
On the other side of the warehouse, someone was calling out.
We stopped as M answered, “Yup?”
He pulled out and beginning to pull up his pants and get himself together. I dropped down low, pulling my dress down, scared that we may have been caught.
“It’s just Bob,” said the distant voice. “I wanted to let you know I was here, and I have some work to do off in the office. ”
“No problem Bob,” M said. “I’ll be here for a little bit yet.”
M pointed to the corner behind a stack of materials. I scurried behind them, grabbing my purse and everything else that was with me.
As M finished getting himself together, he began to stroll to the front of the warehouse, where the voice was coming from.
I could hear them talking. Bob said he had seen there was another car in front. M told him it was mine, and that I was going shopping at a mall that was nearby, because we would be going out after work to grab a quick bite to eat.
Eventually, the conversation ended and I heard M coming back. I peeked out from behind the pile, and we smiled at one another in relief.
Taking me by the hand, he led me to a set of stairs that led to an upper loft. In the loft, he directed me to sit on another stack stack of materials, which I did.
Dropping to his knees, he began to caress my legs and lifted my heels, putting one over each of his shoulders as he kissed his way down the inside of one of my legs. I laid back on the stack that I was sitting on as he worked my dress back up, pulling my panties to the side, then went to work on me again. My heart was still beating fast from almost being found, but it wasn’t long before what he was doing and the excitement of it all began to override my fear, coupled with the thought of Bob seeing us.
Then suddenly I burst out into an orgasm, trying to bite my lip, but grunting and groaning in pleasure. After it subsided, M rose up and took my hands, pulling me back to a sitting position.
He took my face in his hands told me how much he loved me. He kissed me, then said, “Stay dressed in that. I have more plans for later.”
He led me back down the steps and to a side door to led me out. He was going to go into the office and ask Bob to come back and take a look at something. That would be my opportunity to get in my car and drive away. After I left, I was supposed to call him.
I got around the building and waited a minute or two before jumping into my car.
It worked!
Bob followed him back into the warehouse and I called M. He started a one sided conversation with me, which ended with, “Okay babe I’ll leave in a few minutes and I’ll see you there.”
He told Bob I had picked up my car and was going to get us some seats at a casual restaurant.
I waited for him at home, fixing up my hair and makeup.
He walked in the door with a smile.
That is a night that will live in my memory forever.
When M saw Bob later that week, he found out that Bob heard me and knew that I was back there, but the secret was safe he wouldn’t tell anybody.
After all… Bob had done the same thing himself.
Thanks for reading!
Lady L. 
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