I noticed the curtains were still open. I started to go shut them but then changed my mind. Noone was presently outside, but anyone could decide to go for an afternoon walk and see inside our bedroom. Maybe that is what I wanted.
“You are a naughty girl, Lexi! Do you know what happens to naughty girls?” said the sexy voice behind me.
I instinctively put my hands behind my back, covering my curvaceous bottom.
He saw me and replied, “That’s right. Naughty girls get paddled. Now come here.”
I felt the wetness between my legs. To let a man spank me was such a turn on. I was placing myself in a vulnerable position and putting my trust in him. That emotional connection fueled my fire. I slowly walked over to him. Slowly walking built the anticipation … and that was part of the excitement of a spanking.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me down across his lap. I grabbed hold of his legs and glanced back at him to watch him lift my skirt. I felt his warm hands on my bottom.
Smack. Smack. Smack. I always jumped when it first started. My wetness grew as the pain became more intense.
“Such a naughty girl, Lexi. This is just what you need from me,” he said sternly.
I started to push up and his big hand lay across my back holding me back down.
Smack. Smack. Smack. I closed my eyes taking it all in. Not one stroke of his hand was lost on me. Damn, what this man was doing to me?
He stopped spanking me and lifted me up from his lap. Immediately, I straddled him and nuzzled my nose in his neck. Now, I needed some cuddling.
“You know I would rather be fucking that ass than spanking it?” he whispered in my ear. “Seeing it bared in front of me has given me some more ideas. Bend over the bed, please.”
I obliged and bent over the bed, pulling down my skirt so it covered my bare ass.
“Don’t you dare! Do you want another spanking?”
“No, sir,” I said, secretly smiling.
I reached back and flipped my skirt up in the back and gave my round ass a little wiggle.
“You know what that does to me, naughty girl,” he said.
I felt his finger tracing my crack and then inserted into my ass. I flinched a little at the sensation. It was a very different feeling than being fingered in my pussy. He pulled his finger in and out a few times and then I looked back to see him applying lube to a butt plug. Yes, I had been wanting to see what that felt like. It looked so big though.
“Will that fit?” I asked, excited, yet slightly apprehensive.
“Yes, Lexi. It will. And you will like it.”
I faced forward again as I felt his fingers at my hole. Then, I felt it slide in. Wow. It felt really tight but good.
I heard a click and looked back to see he had his phone.
“Did you take a picture of me?” I shrieked, jumping up.
“Yes. You look too hot not to. You can’t see your face. Here, look,” he said showing me his phone.
And I was glad he did. The butt plug had a faux diamond end to it and I did look really hot with my firm ass spread with a glistening diamond where my hole should be.
I can’t have you jumping up again, though, naughty girl. He roughly pushed me face down on the bed again and spread my legs, moving in behind me. He attached cuffs to my ankles, with the cuffs attached to a bar, keeping my legs spread. Before I could speak, he pushed his big hard cock inside my pussy. I wanted to squeeze my legs shut, but could not. The combination of his cock and the butt plug was explosive! With every thrust, I felt pleasure rushing in all my private parts. All I could do was grip the bedspread and squeal with each thrust. And not being able to move your legs … was … well, it was very erotic, to say the least. Again, I was putting my trust in this man and strengthening our bond.
“Don’t!” … “Stop!” … “Don’t!” … “Stop!”
He understood, between my ragged cries, to put those two words together.
He fucked me hard and was teasing me. He knew when I was close to cumming and would suddenly stop. Then, he would start up again as my breath settled.
“Don’t!” … “Stop!” … “Don’t!” … “Stop!”
He fucked me slowly, then fast, then slow, then he exploded his cum into me right when my orgasm was building again. He collapsed on me for a few minutes to catch his breath and then pulled out. After swiftly removing my butt plug, he bent down and unclasped my legs. I was feeling disappointed, worrying it was over, then he surprised me.
“Go sit on the window ledge, Lexi,” he ordered.
The curtains were still open. As I looked to the window, I saw my neighbor across the street mowing.
“Off with your shirt. Now!” he ordered.
I was in desperate need of him to touch me again so I ripped my shirt off over my head and practically ran to the window seat. Pressing my naked back against the window, I spread my legs, practically begging him now to finish me.
He was on his knees in front of me, lifting my legs to rest over his shoulders. My naked ass and back were visible to my neighbor if he chose to look.
He buried his head in my awaiting, dripping pussy and with one lick, I was screaming. His edging me had now delayed my orgasm. I was close, but not there yet. He fingered my pussy and roughly licked me up and down, while I squealed. I felt it building again. God, it was so intense. I caught my breath then screamed and screamed and screamed, squeezing my legs against the sides of his head.
“Alexandria, Alexandria. Wake up, honey,”
I opened my eyes after being lightly shaken and hearing someone calling my name. I recognized my handsome husband leaning over me, looking concerned.
‘What? What is it?” I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes.
“You were having a bad dream, I guess. You were moaning and thrashing about, honey,” Jake said as he pulled me in tightly against his naked chest.
OMG. What had he heard? Did he know? I panicked as I remembered my erotic dream, and buried my face in his chest so he couldn’t see my eyes.
“Do you remember your dream, Alexandria?” he asked.
I closed my eyes tightly trying to get the courage to speak. I wanted to tell him. I needed to tell him. But, what would he think of his usually shy, conservative Alexandria wanting to engage in some exhibitionism, be tied up … and spanked? How do you tell your husband, who makes sweet love to you, that you need more?
The vanilla sex wasn’t enough, I wanted more.
