Something a Little Spicy - 02
Robert 42
Is it possible to look at a good marriage and be able to pinpoint
exactly what keeps it together?
Vickie Johnson, and her husband of 12 years, Jason had such a
marriage. I would imagine that they are kept together by not letting
the whole hoopla of marriage get out of perspective.
No, Jason was no different from any other 32 year old Yuppie. Just
knowing how many marriages end in divorce make one have to wonder
exactly what Jason and Vickie had going for them.
Vickie knew what they had. The understanding they came to earlier
in their relationship is what invariably kept them together.
She sat in their house at about 6:45pm when she heard the gentle
whine of the car engine as Jason pulled into the driveway. Vickie was
thinking to herself that their special understanding hadn't been
exercised in quite some time. But she also knew it was going to be
rekindled that very evening. She sat at the dining room table as she
heard the front door opening, and the familiar sound of her husband's
footsteps walking through the living room.
"Vickie?" He called out "Where are you?"
"In here, honey" she answered. somewhat nervously awaiting his arrival.
She looked up when he appeared in the doorway.
"Hi, babe" he said as he leaned over to kiss her.
They made quite an interesting couple to look at. You've no doubt
heard that age old cliche' of opposites attracting. Vickie and Jason
are a prime example in appearance. While jason was very tanned with
dark, thick hair. Vickie was almost ghostlike in contrast, with very
light blonde, almost white hair.
"Hi, honey" she said as they kissed. "How was your day?"
"Same as usual, I guess" he shrugged. "Although I think the time is
ripe to push for that promotion"
"Mmmmm" she said thoughtfully "Yes, we could sure use a bit more money
coming in the house" Jason was busying himself at the bar making a
drink.
"Hey, I thought you said you'd be home by six tonight?" Vickie queried.
He took a sip of his scotch and soda and kinda shrugged. "Yeah I
planned to, but I got kinda tied up at the office."
"You could have called. Dinner is now sitting in the oven keeping warm"
"I'm sorry. But that Winkerstein account is driving me crazy"
Vickie raised her voice a little, clearing showing her displeasure.
"Yeah, tonight it was Winkerstein. Last night it was CD&X. The night
before it was some new account to put to bed."
"Hey, it's my job you know" he offered defensively
"Well when I make dinner for someone who says he's gonna be home to eat
it at six, I damn well expect him to keep his word."
Jason took another long swallow of his drink, draining the glass.
"I can't help it if things come up at the last minute. Do you expect me
to tell my boss I can't stay because you have dinner ready?"
Vickie let loose with a sarcastic laugh.
"I'll bet your boss doesn't have to eat reheated dinners." she shot at
him, he couldn't answer that. she was probably right.
"I'm sorry" was all he could say.
"No, honey. I'm sorry isn't going to do it tonight" He looked at her
quizzically. "Don't give me those puppy dog eyes. You know exactly what
I mean."
"Yes" was all he said. He stood near the bar, unsure of what to do.
"Give me your belt, Jason" he looked down at his shoes when he heard
her directive.
"Please. I'll try harder. Don't use the belt on me" he pleaded like a
young boy.
"Don't argue with me" Vickie said sternly "Give me your belt, Now!"
"Ok" he said in a defeated voice. He undid his belt from his pants and
brought it to his wife, who took it and promptly doubled it in her
hand.
"Don't just stand there looking like an idiot. Get em down" she
commanded. Quickly, his trousers and shorts were peeled away and fell
to the ground, bunched up around his ankles.
"Over the table... Hurry up!" She said impatiently.
Jason sidled up to the dining room table and obediently bent over
from the waist. Using his hands to pull his shirt and jacket over his
hips while he laid his head on the hard surface of the table.
It had been almost a year since Vickie had whipped his ass.
Something about moving to Arizona had seemed to take away her
aggressiveness toward him. His cock was already beginning to stiffen at
the thought of the night ahead. Vickie, too was having a bit of trouble
controlling her excitement as her husband's ass stuck out at her.
Vickie stood and walked around behind him, holding the belt at her
side, swinging against her leg as she walked.
"You seem to have overlooked the possibility that I wouldn't stand for
this." Jason said nothing at all.
"I'll bet you thought i'd forgotten all about this, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't" He said under his breath
"WHAT?" she demanded. "I didn't hear you.. speak up!"
"No Ma'am!" said Jason from over the dining room table.
Thus after a year, Jason's hiatus from the fires of his wife's
discipline ended. The serene quiet of their suburban home was
shattered by the sound of his leather belt whistling through the air
before it's flight was suddenly stopped by his muscular asscheeks.
*SLLLLLLAP!!* The cracking sound sounded off like a firecracker. The
weal was already beginning to rise on his ass.
"Did you think you'd get away with this shit forever?" *SMMMMMACK!*
"Owwwwww.. No Ma'am.. I didn't.. Ooooo please not soo hard" he pleaded
"Shut up!" her voice boomed. She slammed the belt into him twice more.
*SMACCCK!* *SLLLLLAP!*
Jason could barely keep still. His petite wife was really setting
his ass on fire. 3 more times in rapid secession his belt crashed into
him. He hissed in pain and pleaded for mercy. Vickie's eyes had a
glassy look about them, she felt the insistent heat rising from under
her slacks and panties. She threw the belt at him again and emitted a
slight moan when his voice started cracking.
20 times did the leather slam into his ass and thighs. Jason had
tears in his eyes by the time Vickie demanded that he stand and go to
the bedroom.
On the way to the bedroom, Jason knew better than to allow his
shirt and jacket to fall over his ass. He knew better because Vickie
always walked behind him and crashed whatever she was holding into his
burning asscheeks.
Vickie landed 4 more strokes before she stepped into their bedroom
behind her husband and closed the door behind her. Jason stood facing
the bed with his slightly shaking hands still holding his clothing over
his hips. She looked down and saw the red welts that crisscrossed his
muscled ass. Her own fires had been turned up to high. She took her
blouse and slacks off, leaving her in only bra and panties.
She made him turn around and get on his knees in front of her. When
he shuffled in place, his hard cock stuck out at her, begging for
attention. Vickie put a hand behind his neck and pulled his face into
her panty covered crotch.
"You smell my hot pussy?" She rubbed her crotch over his nose, knowing
that her juices were probably beginning to seep through the material of
her panties. Jason moaned into her snatch and stuck his tongue out to
sop up the juices that WERE seeping through her panties.
"I didn't tell you to lick it!" she berated.
"I'm sorry ma'am" He said, taking a long deep whiff of her heady cunt
juices. She continued to tease him like this until she was ready to
turn up the action.
Vickie then stepped back and slipped her panties off. Jason could
plainly see the glistening moisture on the blond curls that framed her
love hole. She slowly used her fingers to spread the puffy lips and
reveal the dark pink hidden beneath. Jason was breathing very heavy
while Vickie teased him by showing her tantalizing pussy.
Her fingers began to swirl over and around her clit while Jason
knelt in front of her, watching intently. Vickie spoke to him between
sensations that coursed through her body.
"Yeahhh.. I know how much you want my cunt. Mmmmmmmmm But you can't
have it. " She began to move her finger more rapidly over her clit.
"Ooooo wouldn't you love to bury your cock into this sweet pussy?"
It had been too long for the attractive blond. Every inch of her
5'2" frame felt on pins and needles. "Ma Maybe if you're real good...
I'll let you jerk off for me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Vickie's climax came upon
her like a tidal wave. She groaned in bliss while the warming waves of
orgasm cascaded throughout her body.
Jason could only watch longingly while Vickie enjoyed herself. he
wanted so badly to grab his stiff prick and pump it until he shot his
load all over the place. But he knew Vickie wouldn't like that at all.
And he knew better than to displease her, she had in the past done some
pretty mean things to him.
Vickie recovered from her climax and held her finger close to
Jason's face. "Do be a good boy and clean that pussy juice from my
fingers." she cooed at him. He quickly licked her fingers clean.
"Mmmm You like that don't you?" She taunted him.
"Yes ma'am" he said between licks. Satisfied that her hand had been
sufficiently cleaned, she pulled her hand away from him and reached up
to unhook her bra.
"Oooo Look at how hard my nipples are!" She took them between her
thumbs and forefingers, gently rolling them. Jason shifted slightly on
his knees as he watched the show his wife was putting on for him.
"I see you staring at my tits, you nasty boy. But you don't deserve
these titties, do you?" She asked him coyly.
"No ma'am" he confessed. "No.. you know that... There's only one thing
you're good for"
"Yes ma'am" he whispered. Knowing fully well what she was referring to.
"Then tell me" she ordered
"Licking your ass, ma'am" he said in a barely audible voice.
"That's correct.. and do you know why?" She pressed on.
"Because i'm an asslicker ma'am."
"An asslicker. Not really a very good one.. But an asslicker all
the same" She said critically as she turned around, bending over slowly
and using her hands to spread her asscheeks.
"Well, asslicker. Get over here and do your job"
Jason had to walk on his knees, still holding his shirt and jacket
over his ass. He moved forward until he was only inches from his wife's
rounded ass. She was moving it slowly back and forth while she waited
for his tongue. He pressed his lips to her ass and began planting
little kisses up and down the crack.
"Hurry up, asslicker.. Get your tongue in there!" She hollered at him.
He finally presses his lips to the crinkled hole and let his tongue
move forward against it. Vickie squirmed her ass back at him when she
felt the warmth on her asshole. Jason let his tongue flutter around her
anal orifice for a few moments before stiffening his tongue and taking
direct stabs.
Vickie released one of her asscheeks and brought her hand around to
cup her pussy. Her lips were parted while Jason dutifully lapped at her
asshole. Soft murmurs of delight escaped her lips when his tongue
became rigid and began boring inside the puckered grommet.
"Mmmmmmm, you ARE starting to become a good little asslicker. Oooooo
yeah! Deeper" Her hand once again started to manipulate the sensitive
bud of her clitoris while having his rough face plastered to her
asscheeks.
She heard his slurping sounds and felt a lot of saliva dribbling
from her ass, trailing down her thighs. Her mouth was opened wide in a
silent scream as Jason's probing tongue and her swirling fingers
brought her once again to the brink of orgasm.
"Oooh yeah.. that's ittt baby!.. lick my ass... I'm gonna come again..
yees!" Her hand was moving a mile a minute over her clit as another
orgasm juiced out of her cunt. She pressed her ass back farther while
Jason did his best to keep his tongue inside her while she came.
Once Vickie recovered from her second come, she stood up and
wiggled her shapely ass in Jason's face before stepping away.
"Have you been practicing on me?" She said sternly, but teasingly.
"No ma'am" he uttered. He had already been subjected to a whipping
with his own belt, made to watch while his wife played with her pussy
until she came. Made to admit he was an asslicker, then prompted to
perform that very same act. He could only imagine what else was on her
mind.
Things hadn't always been this way in their sex life. Until 6 years
ago, Jason would merely paw her tits for a few moments, rub her pussy
until she began to get wet, then climb between her legs and pound away
until his quick orgasm put an end to their "romantic interlude". The
change came about when Vickie started reading certain publications and
taking her idea from that, literally laid down the law to her husband.
Jason didn't exactly take to her ideas with a lot of enthusiasm at
first. But he learned to look forward to Vickie's discipline sessions
as her imagination was only outweighed by her almost endless appetite
for sex. On more than one occasion she mentioned to him that she just
might have him bring home a friend one night. He wasn't sure if he
could do that, but luckily the idea hadn't come to light as of yet.
Vickie sat on the edge of their bed and used her feet to tease his
maddeningly hard prick. Jason remained on his knees holding his shirt
and jacket over his bared ass.
"Whoooooo, this nasty old cock sure is nice and stiff" she giggled at
him. She tousled her own hair and laid back on the bed.
Jason looked hungrily down on her pussy as she laid back and
continued to play footsie with his prick. Her tits were rising and
falling with her heavy breathing. His cock felt as if were ready to
explode and she knew exactly where she wanted it when it did,
"Oh gawd, baby.,. Fuck me now" She sighed. Jason didn't need to be
told twice. In no time at all, he got himself on the bed between her
lovely legs and found his cock in her firm grip. She guided the spongy
tip to her waiting hole while he rested his weight on his knees, his
hands still occupied with their assigned task of keeping his naked
asscheeks uncovered.
Vickie's legs wrapped themselves around his flanks and her heels
dug into his still stinging asscheeks as his cock began to slide into
the warm cavern that awaited between her open legs.
He sighed loudly when his dick entered the nearly steaming confines
of Vickie's sopping pussyhole. "Ohhhhh so goood, Honey... give it to
meeee!" she squealed and threw her arms about him. She knew she could
look forward to about 30 good, strong strokes out of his cock before he
would spill his come into her. She just held on to him with heels and
hands while his prick pistoned into her wanting snatch.
As predicted, Jason's dick jerked inside of her and he groaned in
the throes of his orgasm. Vickie squealed in delight when she felt his
hot load being discharged into her warm pussy. She kissed him hard on
the mouth as she neared another great come of her own...
Jason never could continue once his load shot out of his dick. It
was no more than 30 seconds before his cock softened and slipped out of
her.
"Goddammit!" Vickie screamed in his ear " I was ready to come
again.." She lifted her heels and brought them down on his ass,
prodding him. "Get down there and finish me with your mouth!"
"Yes ma'am" he said quickly and slid himself off of her and knelt
between her legs, getting an eyeful of her open cunt with his cream
beginning to ooze out.
He leaned over and surrounded her clit with his lips and let his
tongue trace circles around it.. Vickie squirmed in pleasure but told
him to stop "Put your tongue inside me.. Finish the job your dick
couldn't."
Without hesitation, Jason brought his mouth to the opening and let
his tongue dart out and enter her pussy, where the combination of her
juices and his own come mingled over his tastebuds. Vickie quickly
attained the level she was at before he came and stopped her from
coming again. Jason obediently surged his tongue into her and fucked
her that way until her orgasm peaked and ebbed away.
He was planting little kisses on her cunt and thighs when she told
him "Come up here and lay with me, baby" Now satisfied that the session
was over, Jason climbed on the bed beside her and took her in his
muscular arms. She nuzzled up close to him. "Mmmmm that was nice"
Jason didn't particularly care to discuss their sex relationship
because he didn't like the way she belittled him and made him feel
inadequate about it all. But he knew that she could just as easily
exclude him from her games and have almost as much fun with a vibrator,
so he never complained.
All in all, Vickie and Jason had a pretty good life together.
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