Bad Day At The Office
Written By: Sebastien La Croix
The first days of summer are always the hardest to survive. It’s the initial heat that gets right under the skin lingering there all day and night. The problem arises when that lingering and most anxious feeling spills over into the following day…all the worse when the particular day in question consists of stress, conflict, and an overall unsavory feeling. So it was in this sad state of affairs that Ryan left his office on a hot and hazy Friday evening. There’s nothing quite like the sun setting over water in Austin. Not sure if it’s because it shines through the city or if it’s because it makes the city shine a million shades of gorgeous. Not even that sunset could sort Ryan out before he got home. Every mile seemed to drag on forever between traffic lights and traffic jams. All he could think of were all the ways he planned to bend and turn his wife when he walked through the door. As he imagined it he got even more pissed off and bit-by-bit his body filled with adrenaline fueled by bad day at the office memories. Just as he pulled into the driveway his teeth started to grind ever so slightly and all his senses suddenly became heightened and irritated. Ryan put the car in park and clasped at his steering wheel while staring at his front door for about half a second before ripping the keys out of the ignition, getting out of the car, and slamming the door. He took about three brisk steps before hitting the auto lock button on his key chain. Walking fast turned into jogging up the front pathway not giving a damn about his brief case, wallet, or cell phone that were all sitting on the passengers seat. He could smell dinner through the door as he unlocked it whipped it open only to slam it back shut. Ryan slammed the door so loud he heard his wife drop something in the kitchen from how startled she was.
“God damn it Ryan!” A sweet voice with a little bit of southern twang at the end of it. The kind that comes out when someone gets upset or flustered.
All it took was those four words and all of Ryan’s frustration manifested into a bulge pulsating from under his work cloths. He made his way over to the kitchen and took one look at the table that was set, the dirty dishes in the sink, and his wife’s round ass. She was on all fours as she wiped gravy off the tiles. Her ass just waiting for him under that cotton knit dress that hung on her just so perfectly. Ryan could feel his mouth salivating as he walked over feeling his cock from over his pants. He crept up on her not making a sound and knelt down behind her putting his hand around her waist as he hung over her with his chest to her back. She could feel his breath on the side of her face as he moved her hair out of the way only to drag his lips over her cheek. He pushed himself up on her hard while finding his way up her thigh and inside her French lingerie full bottom panties and venturing inside them with great haste and force. Ryan pulled his hand out and put it right up to his wife’s mouth forcing his fingers in it while she licked and sucked her essence off him.
A lot of people wondered why he married her in the first place. In order to understand it you would have to know Ryan, and the only one who gets close to doing that is his wife. He was a very well liked young man growing up, sporty, smart, had everything going for him. In high school he had a nice build, athletic, nice height, people generally like him, girls especially. He wasn’t particularly popular but had access to all sorts of people and it’s one of the many personality traits he’s managed to hang on to since. One of the other things he kept coming back to was Alex, his now wife. Alex wasn’t much to look at in high school. She wasn’t a cheerleader or interested in anything that girlie. She was a bookworm of sorts who tutored football and soccer players for extra credit, and sometimes, extra cash depending on how much help they needed. One of these students she tutored was a friend of Ryan’s. And so it was that the socially apt and socially not so apt came to meet in junior year, well Ryan’s junior year Alex’s senior year. She was tutoring his friend on a Saturday when Ryan dropped by. That evening they were having a party at Ryan’s friends house. Alex didn’t plan on staying but somehow the two managed to convince her to stick around for a beer. One beer turned to two and three and before Ryan or Alex knew it they were in the guest house making it on every square inch of the place. He’d been with girls before but none like her. Nobody knew how to make him come like she did. Soon after that night Ryan was sneaking off to see her every chance he got and they’d do it where ever and when ever they could. When Alex left for college Ryan tried with other girls, just about any girl he could find he tried it with. But, nobody could fuck him like Alex could. For a man like Ryan that was important. To be inside someone who knows how to satisfy and tire you out to the point where you can’t be with out being inside her. That’s what Alex was for him: the perfect culmination of pleasure and satisfaction.
Every time he tasted or touched her he never got tired. Alex was no push over either. She knew how to please. She knew how to suck on his fingers to get him harder, so hard that he would undo his pants right there on the floor as he pushed her shoulders down and pulled her panties to the side. She was always wet for him and he knew it. Being with the same person over and over again has a few givens if the sex is good. One of which is every time is the right time for a good fucking. Ryan pushed his cock right in to her full force while pushing down on her shoulders. As he fucked her steady as he loosened his tie then placing his hands on her hips as he moved faster and as she pushed back up on him meeting his thrust. She was as wet as he was hard. Ryan breathed heavily lost in her warmth. They didn’t even have to speak they were so in tune. He pushed deeper and deeper as he reached around to feel her breasts. Unable to get the full feel of them he ripped at her dress until he got what he wanted. How many of Alex’s outfits did he ruin for his own pleasure time and time again. She got off on it and he knew it. It drove her wild when he did it. So wild he could feel your pussy tighten up on his throbbing cock as it tried to spread her over and over again. He could hear her sighs turning into moans as she reached for her clit. Ryan stopped her. All of his days frustrations he put into every thrust, so hard his balls would smack her almost in the right spot just not long enough. He fucked harder and harder. The sun still setting through the shutters hinting just the right combination of burnt orange and shadow over their sweat ridden bodies. He could feel his knees hurting from the strain the tiles were putting on them. The idea of how much his wife’s hurt only made him harder. It seemed he wouldn’t be coming for a long time but when he did it would be hard tonight. He sunk himself in deep and held his cock their pulling Alex up by the back of her dress. He took his left arm and hooked hers behind her while reaching around for her breast. His cock just firmly sunken into her pussy as her thighs trembled and she tried to breath. Sweat down her face and the gravy all over her dress. Ryan kissed her neck as he squeezed her nipple just a little while taking an inch out and sticking her again hard. Alex bit her lip and tried to move with him but it was so hard with her arms held back like that. She let out an exasperated gasp, half because she was at a breaking point and half because she knew it was just what he needed to slide this hand over her clit and fuck her right. And that’s just what he did. Surely that right hand made it’s way over her slippery clit and rubbed it as he held her arms back and began to rip into her again. He loved the feeling of being in his wife while her pussy weighed down on him. When she was on top he loved it. But when he was behind her and her pelvis was tilted just the right way the pressure was magic. Was almost like being swallowed whole by that pussy. So tight and wet over his hard member as he played with her until she squirmed and screamed his name. Sometimes it’s when cock moves just a little but hard in and out of a woman that hits the spot for her. He knew all the spots to hit and how to hit them.
The last bit of sun was gracing the kitchen and Ryan’s hand was drenched from Alex’s juices pouring over them as he played and dipped into his wife in more than one way. He suddenly was taken over by a surge of energy like lightening through his body. He let go of her arms and took his hand off her clit. He pushed her down on her side. She hit the tiles hard and he was sorry because of the way she looked up at him for a second. She knew what was coming. He spread his wife’s legs as she lay on her side and straddles her leg on the floor while placing the other over his hips so that he was still the dominant one. He put his cock in her again only this position allowed him to look her right in the eye while he fucked her harder and harder. She locked his eyes as he pounded on her already ravaged pleasure spot. She was so tired she couldn’t play with herself. She just lay there as he put his hands on each side of her face and looked at her while having his way with her every time feeling like it sank deeper and almost hitting a spot that would be the end of her. She spread wider for him. She knew what it meant when he pushed inside her that way. Ryan looked deep in her eyes slipping his tongue in her mouth slightly as he put one hand on her breast and slipped the other to the back of her head getting a grip on her hair just in case she looked away. He looked at her both their pupils dilated, both dripping with sweat, both finding it hard to breath and neither having it in them to let go of this moment. Never have a wife or husband been so happy for the bad mood their spouse came home with from work. She secretly wished he’d come home like this more often. Sex is always good but this was phenomenal. She could feel it coming and her breathing grew short. He held her by the hair and pulled it gently as she tried to look away. He quickened his pace now because she was there, right there and he could feel it spilling over him as she moaned and her legs gave out completely. Alex had nothing left to work with, totally used up and done with for the night. Just as Ryan pulled out a small puddle followed and spilt on to the floor and all over him. He was still hard and put it back in her. She put her hand to her head and totally lost control pawing and clawing at his cloths. She held on to his back and his ass cheeks as he had his final go. She could feel herself come again as he was still quick in pace and then just like clock work she could feel his warmth fill her up until he slowly stopped moving all together.
The only thing better than coming on her was coming in her. He loved her. No one else could understand why. Men need a lot from a woman. They need a wife, a friend, and a mother for their kids, and a whore—monogamous whore in Ryan’s case but a whore nonetheless. She could do all the things he needed her to do and she could go anywhere with him no questions asked. Alex was all of this for him. She was a home in ever sense of the word. She was the only home his cock knew and he couldn’t be with out her. As he lay there on her he knew she could have stayed that way as long as he wanted and that in and of itself made him happy. She could take his cock all night if she had too and she’d love it too. More than anything a man need to know he’s wanted and welcome home…and home isn’t always where the heart is…cock needs a home too you know.
