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By John (Unknown Address)

There's nothing like a bus ride home to put you in a bad mood.
Here I was, walking the long road to our house from the bus stop in town, musing on how much it was going to cost me to get the car out of the shop, what I was going to do about my many problems at work, and how sore my feet were getting as I trudged home in the hot sun...
I was hot and sweaty by the time I walked up the driveway and slowly swung the door open and entered the relative coolness of the house, when she met me at the door.
"Oh, bad day, honey?" she asked, a look of concern on her face.
"You bet," I nodded grimly, and then suddenly I knew my day was going to get better.
Instead of her usual jeans and T-shirt, she was wearing an elegant red dress and high-heel shoes, with her blonde hair cascading to her shoulders with a grace that bespoke a careful preparation for this moment.
Her dress, which ended at mid-thigh, showed off her long, shapely legs, and clung to her every curve. My thoughts of work, of the bus, of the long walk home, quickly evaporated as I thought ahead to the coming evening.
"Are we going out for dinner?" I asked, taking in the sight of her beautiful intoxicating body and feeling a slight, familiar stirring in my loins.
"No, I thought we'd stay home and enjoy our- selves... I've got a couple of steaks on the grill, and we can open that wine we've been saving...I just thought you'd like a special evening with me..."
"Every evening with you is special," I murmured, and she giggled in reply as she hugged me. The smell of the sizzling steaks drifted through the back door, causing my stomach to speak of its own hunger, as a hunger more basic also awoke, stimulated by her scent that hung in the air as we parted and she swayed through the doorway to pull the steaks off the grill.
I struggled with the wine cork, and managed to work it free just as she returned, her legs long and graceful beneath the hem of the dress. I poured her wineglass first, followed by mine, as she smoothed her dress with a sweep of her hands, and sat down.
"Your wine, my dear," I smiled.
"Thank you," she replied with a dimpled smile, and we dug into our food. She kicked her shoes off and began playing with me with her bare feet as we ate, caressing my feet and lower legs, and I found it hard to concentrate on my food as we repeatedly paused to gaze at each other.
We lingered after the meal was complete, slowly finishing our wine and talking, and then I got up and began gathering the dishes from the table.
Her hand stopped me. "No," she murmured. "We'll have time for that later." Leading me to the living room, she turned and bent over slightly as she put on a CD, and, as the soft strumimgs began of a Kenny Rogers song, she held out her hands. "Dance?"
"By all means," I murmured with a smile, as our arms enfolded around each other and we began swaying to the music.
"My day just improved," I murmured into her ear. My hands caressed her body restlessly, playing with her hair, and stroking her curves through the fabric of her dress.
"It gets better," she giggled. Her hands drifted lower as we danced, tracing a line along the inseam of my trousers, slowly trailing her long fingernails lightly up my inner thigh until she found the rapidly-growing bulge at the front of my pants.
"Mmmmm, it does, indeed," I murmured. She felt a hand slip under the hem of her dress, to caress her soft skin through the fabric of her panties. The hem of her dress lifted slightly with my efforts, revealing the lacy hem of her black satin half-slip, and our bodies molded together more tightly as we began slowly, tentatively, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues.
Her hand became more insistent on my growing bulge, stroking along my length boldly. Our breathing quickened, and grew more ragged, becoming punctuated with soft little sighs of pleasure as we surrendered to each other.
"I want you, John," she murmured.
She reached down and unbuckled my belt, then pulled it free from the belt loops and cast it aside. "This time we do it my way." She took a deep breath, pulling my stiffness free and stroking it with her fingers.
Dropping to her knees, her warm, wet mouth descended to my hot, hard desire. "I want your COCK," she blurted, closing her lips around me and wetting my length with her warm tongue. "I want your COME," she added, becoming braver as she cast her fears aside with an abandon growing more reckless by the second. "I want your hot COCK to spurt your sweet COME down my throat, and I want to SWALLOW it."
With each deliciously naughty phrase, her mouth and tongue worked more vigorously over my long... hot... COCK... (yielding to her desires, I began to adopt that term as my own), bringing me so close to the brink of orgasm that I knelt on the floor before her, gasping in pleasure. Her warm, wet mouth followed me down.
Our bodies lay next to each other, as she took my cock in her mouth again and again. She could feel it getting longer as my excitement grew. And then she gasped as well, as my hand reached beneath the hem of her dress and tugged at her panties, drawing them down enough to reach her with my fingers again and slip inside her warm wetness.
Her mouth stroked me, and my fingers stroked her... relentlessly, insistently... and our cries of pleasure grew more passionate... she jerked her head as she felt her mouth fill with a hot, salty taste that betrayed my passion as a fore-taste of my life spasmed over her loving tongue... then again, as she cried out in her abandon and a larger spurt issued from the large, thrusting member in her mouth.
And her sighs became louder, climbing in pitch as my tongue probed within her, exploring her, tasting of her hot, sweet tanginess with complete abandon.
Then she felt me withdrawing from her, and looked up with her beautiful green eyes to see me unbuttoning my shirt. She took this moment to grasp her damp panties and pull them down her long graceful legs, scissoring her legs to cast them aside from her ankles.
Then she gasped in surprise as she saw me reach over, pick up my discarded leather belt, and grasp one of her arms firmly and begin tying one end of the belt to her wrist.
"John, what are you doing?" she screamed, struggling, as I looped the belt through one of the couch legs and began tying the other end of the belt to her other wrist.
"Just making sure you don't get away," I murmured huskily, and she suddenly stopped struggling as she realized what I was doing. Actually, she knew she could wriggle out of her bonds quite easily if she wanted to... but she didn't want to. She wriggled sensuously on the floor in a mock struggle to free herself, her hands high over her head as she lay on the floor.
"Ohhhhh, then what are you going to DO with me, then?" she purred in a low voice. Her dress had hiked up her lovely hips, and her glistening, wet womanhood beckoned to me as her legs opened in silent invitation, framed by the black silk of her half-slip.
I was stepping out of my trousers, and casting aside my white shorts, watching her eye my exposed, hard manhood with unconcealed interest.
I took a deep breath, as I bent to unbutton her dress, starting at her throat and continuing down, exposing her lacy black bra... kissing her exposed skin at her collarbone as each button came free. Finally, as I undid the button at her navel, and turned her body slightly to unclasp her bra and ease it up out of my way, I paused, a hand massaging one of her nipples, gently, and looked into her eyes.
"I want to fuck you," I murmured.
"Oh, say that again... it excites me," she sighed.
My hand felt her nipple harden, and her eyes glazed over with unashamed lust. "I want to fuck you," I repeated.
"Ohhhhh, again." My body pressed against hers, so she could feet the heat of my member on her inner thighs as I positioned myself at her eager entrance.
"I want to FUCK you," I breathed into her ear, as she drew her knees up and spread her legs wider, arching her back as I slid deep, deep inside her honeyed warmth.
"Again!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, how I want you!"
My mouth drifted to her breasts and began tonguing her nipples as her body responded with a series of shudders then ended in a gasp and a soft moan from her lovely lips. "UhhhhNNNNGGHHHH!"
"I... want... to... ohhhhhhh, Nicole! Want to.. to... FUCK... ohhhh...", I moaned, as her body endured my passionate thrusting and our breathing intensified.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Oh, John, COME inside me! I want your come! I want you to FUCK me! I want.. ohhhhh...GOD"
Her back arched suddenly, and her head tossed from side to side spasmodically, as a tremor slowly but completely took over her body, and I felt her tense under me as she experienced each wave of pleasure, more intense than the last. Her eyes closed for a moment as she was overcome by the intensity of her response, and I watched as her eyelids fluttered briefly, and she gritted her teeth... and then her mouth dropped open again. Then I groaned in pleasure as my thrusting... COCK... spasmed, once, twice, countless times, endlessly filling her with my sweet, sticky seed... and the sensations brought her over the brink, triggering a squeal of pleasure that echoed off the walls, as her body bucked and writhed beneath mine.
She closed her eyes as I collapsed against her, and experienced that dreamy twilight state for an endless moment, as our breathing slowly returned to normal, and then she felt my hands releasing her bonds, and she slowly brought her hands back to their normal position, noticing a slight stiffness in her muscles, as she caressed my hair gently.
"Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful," she murmured, still stroking my hair at the base of my neck. Her voice was languid, tranquil. "So how's your day now? Still having a 'bad day'?" She giggled.
"I'm having a wonderful day," I murmured gently, a soft breathlessness coloring my voice.
"Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you're going to have!" She taunted...giggling again.
"UH oh," I smiled in response.