Sexy Domain

Sexcapade 4 ~ Happy Anniversary

                “We’re going over to Tom and Mary’s after dinner right?” Jodi asked as she looked in the mirror, checking her make up one last time.  She walked out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks as she eyed her husband of now five years.  They found each other in their senior year of college and married the day after they graduated.  His 6’1, football player frame quickly caught her eye, or maybe it was those gorgeous, chocolate eyes accompanied by that dark brown wavy hair.  Either way, she saw him in her English class and fell instantly in love, or hell, maybe it was lust.  They often both joked about that instant attraction when they first saw each other. 

                “Yeah, they wanted to do something for us, since they said they pushed us together,” he muttered without looking up at her as he was busy buttoning down his dark blue dress shirt.  God, she loved seeing this man dressed up.  They often didn’t go out on dates, rather choosing to stay in, but when they did, he usually dressed up for her, just like she did for him. 

The gold halter style dress clung to her curves and ended just about mid thigh, the prefect length for him, he often claimed.  She slipped on her heels and then grabbed the necklace, handing it out to him when he was done.  She turned her back and smirked as he inhaled sharply.  “f**k, this is what you are wearing tonight?”

                “Yes, is something wrong, Dylan?”  He slipped the necklace on and clasped it before his hands traveled down her sides to her hips and pulled her back against him as he kissed over her bare shoulder.

                “Other than I want nothing more to toss you on the bed and f**k you into oblivion, nope.”  He kissed up over her neck and she moaned as she tilted her head.

                “Why don’t you?”  He chuckled as he nipped at her earlobe before turning her around.

                “Because you and I have both been busy in our jobs and we need a true date night.  Tonight is our anniversary, we have all night for some serious loving, but I don’t get to spoil you often enough.”  He gave her a light kiss, which only helped the burning sail through her.  “Come on, Mrs. Winterson, the limo should be here.”

                “Limo?”  She paused in grabbing her purse and looked at him.

                “Only the best for you tonight,” he said as he tossed her a wink.  Make that an even worse burning.  She shook her head and followed him down the stairs and out the door, to the awaiting black limo.  The driver held the door open for them and then closed it after they climbed in.  Jodi looked around, her eyes in awe and then a devilish smirk landed on her face as she noticed the closed window from the driver and the back.  “What?”

                “We’re alone.”  His eyes followed her and he shook his head.

                “Someone is sure feeling frisky tonight.”

                “You do that to me Dylan.”  She took his hand and entwined their fingers, her lips capturing his.  And as much as he wanted her, wanted to do all kind of things to her, he wanted to also spoil her this evening.  So, as the limo slowly pulled to a stop, he ended the kiss and helped her out. 

                “I hope you enjoy it,” he whispered as he showed the newest and fanciest Italian place.  They both loved Italian and talked about coming here for months.  She gave him the sexiest smile and she walked in before him, his hand on her lower back as they walked back to their table. 

                “It’s gorgeous Dylan, and the food,” she moaned as she looked over the menu, “God, everything looks amazing.”  He shifted in his seat as he watched her.  The low lighting bounced off her dress and bathed her in a glowing light, which caused her to be even sexier to him.  And that moan, yeah, he was trying to be good, but she was making it hard, on all accounts, and he had no doubt she knew that.

                45 minutes later, and after some intense innuendos and s****l comments, he was near to bursting at the seams for her.  Everything she did, and said, tonight, was causing the air around them to sizzle.  And if he knew his wife, she was as wet for him as he was hard for her.  His eyes glanced around as she looked over the dessert menu, glad the table that he requested was far away from everyone else.  “Do you know what you want babe?” she asked without looking up.

                “Oh yeah I do!”  With that, he climbed out of the chair and under the table.  She looked up, not having noticed him leaving.

                “Dylan?” she called out, and then jumped as she felt his hands on her thighs.  “What are you doing?” she hissed, looking around.

                “Stay cool, Jodi.  Remember, this is something we have always wanted to do.  And by all your actions tonight, I can only imagine how wet you are and you know damn good and well you are my favorite dessert.”  He pushed her dress up as he pushed her thighs open and ran his fingers over her p***y, smirking at how she wore no underwear.  “You naughty girl.  Now, stay quiet.”  He didn’t give her a moment’s pause as he shifted her, threw her leg over his shoulder, and quickly thrusted his tongue deep into her center.  She bit on her lip and moved one hand down to his head, threading her fingers through his hair. 

                He moaned against her as he licked over her lips, and up her slit before moving back into her core, causing her to dig her nails into his scalp.  f**k, she was so wet, and so sweet, and if given the chance, he would be here for hours, licking, sucking, nibbling and eating her out!  He moved his tongue up and over her c**t, swirling it around the little bud before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard on it.  He felt her lift her hips slightly, trying to show him what she wanted. 

                “Excuse me ma’am, do you know what you’d like for dessert?”

                “U…uh…,” she started but he quickly slammed one finger into her, his sucking becoming harder on her c**t.  “I…w…we….ohhh….”  He felt her shudder and he pushed another finger into her.  “Ohhh…um…I’m…so…sorry.”

                “No, that’s okay, do you need more time?”        

                “No!  I mean…no, we…we’re…ok.  The ca..c.ake…choc….chcoc….,” she closed her eyes for a moment as he added a third finger.

                “The chocolate cake ma’am?  Excellent choice, I will have that right out.”  She nodded, and then let out a low groan as he f****d her even faster with his fingers.  Her other hand moved down to clutch his head.

                “I’m…going too…”  She threw her head back as she dug her nails into his shoulders, coming hard over his mouth, and he gladly licked up all the juices he could. She slumped, very unladylike, in the chair as he resumed his seat and watched her.

                “You taste unbelievable.”

                “I can’t…believe you did…that.”  He moved the seat so he was sitting right next to her and cupped her cheek.

                “It was so f*****g hot, and you were so wet.  And you trying to talk…”  She quickly shut him up with a kiss, her tongue sweeping over his and tasting herself.

                “Pardon me?”

                “Cake to go, and check please,” Dylan said, breaking the kiss and looking at the waitress who merely nodded with a smirk on her lips.  Five minutes later, they were back in the limo and that smirk was over Jodi’s face again.  “What are you thinking?”

                “My turn.”  He tilted his head as he watched her, and then opened his eyes wide as she quickly reached for his pants and undid them, pushing them down enough for her to grab his very hard d**k and pull it out.  He loved his wife, and all her little actions, and he loved how, for him, she gave the best damn blow job, though it was something he didn’t ask a lot of.  And as she leaned down and swiped her tongue over his tip that was already dripping slightly, he had to fight the very loud groan that wanted to come out.

                “f**k, Jodi!”  Her eyes opened to gaze into his as he held her hair back, her mouth opening to slowly take him in.  But to his surprise, she completely deep throated him and he couldn’t fight the groan anymore.  She watched as he laid his head back, his fingers tightening in her hair as she ran her teeth gently over him as she started to suck on him harder.  She knew he wouldn’t last long, not for as hard as he was, and for her, that was okay.  She wanted him to come hard down her throat. 

                Her hand moved from his thigh to cup his balls and gently squeeze them as she hollowed out her cheeks, causing him to go even deeper.  He groaned again, lifting his hips as he felt himself hit the back of her throat.  And as she hummed, and the vibration raced through him, he came.  No warning, no sign, just hard down her throat.  And she moaned as she took it all, her eyes glazing over with passion.  f**k, they weren’t done tonight, but as the limo slowed down, they both knew that f*****g each other was going to have to wait. 

                She pulled back, wiping the corner of her mouth as he tried to catch his breath, and finding the energy to zip up his pants.  She giggled as she reached over and helped him and he had to laugh.  After a few moments they climbed out of the limo and walked around to the back door, which was normal for them.  But before they could make it, Jodi stopped, tugging on Dylan’s hand.

                “What is it babe?”  Dylan followed her gaze, finding it resting it on a lounge chair.

                “I’m not going to make it, Dylan.”  He wrinkled his brows for just a moment as she stepped in front of him and shoved him back, making him fall back on the patio furniture and his eyes opened wide.  “I need you to f**k me and f**k me hard.” 

                “My pleasure.”  He grabbed her waist, lifting her dress up as her hands found his zipper again and yanked it down, her hand already clutching his raging d**k.  Yeah, his wife’s words got him hard in no time.  And within a breath, he had her lifted and slammed down on his d**k, both of them crying out at that.  “Oh f**k Jodi.”  He lifted her up as he shifted the top of her dress and pulled part of it to the side, exposing her tit and her hard n****e, which he took in his mouth, sucking hard on it.

                “f**k Dylan, yes!”  Her hands once more weaved through his hair and tugged on it as she pumped her hips up and down against his.  “Goddamn you are so hard,” she moaned.  He looked up at her, with her head tossed back and her mouth opened in pure ecstasy; she looked like a f*****g vixen that was getting f****d well, and it turned him on even more.  He reached between them, his thumb rubbing her c**t as his hips bucked up against hers, and she cried out.  “I’m coming!”

                “That’s it babe, come with me.”  This time, he felt the start of his own release and he wanted to feel her come with him, so his mouth went back to her n****e and bit on it, which caused her to tighten around him, her breathing shallow and hard.

                “Fuck..I….ohhhh Dylan!”  He came just as hard as she did, and fell back against the chair, pulling her to lay down on him.  He brushed his lips over the top of her head and felt the grin on her lips. “Well, think Darcy and Jake are going to be mad?” she asked.  Dylan turned his head as the back porch light flipped on and the door opened, a head popping out.

                “Really, on our s**t!  Dude,” Jake groaned, which caused the couple to laugh.  “Well, f**k, happy anniversary!”