Thea's Afternoon Romp

The text came in a couple hours ago. It had become a routine of ours, a code word we'd use if we were having a rough day or if we just wanted to play. I had plenty of time to finish my work for the day and prepare myself.

I found myself slickening before I reached the bedroom closet. The idea of Tom imagining me while he sits at his desk never failed to excite me. A devilish thought crossed my mind as I shed my clothes to change.

A soft set of lingerie waited for me in my dresser. Simple and black, with frills around their edges, the pair of undergarments left little to the imagination. I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror before grabbing the rest of my outfit and heading for the vanity. Tom would need to wait at least another two hours before he could leave for the day, and I would make those couple hours seem like an eternity to him.

It took a half an hour for me to take a suitable amount of shots for my husband. Quick, by my standards. I sent him a quick text first, a pineapple emoji - another code of ours. It meant that he should open the next messages privately. Once I saw the "read" receipt, I carefully selected the first of my latest collection: a mirror selfie taken in his robe. I was leaning on one leg, my hip cocked to the side, with his robe drawn closed across my body. I made sure that one of my bra straps was visible.

Quickly after he'd seen the first, I sent another. This time with the robe open enough to display my cleavage. My chest wasn't very big, and I knew it was my ass that Tom preferred, but I felt sexy and I wanted Tom to know that.

The next shot only featured the lower half of my body. My belly button peeked through the robe, which was held together by my hand, placed strategically below my waist. My hand had lingered there after the picture, the fabric of his old robe providing enough friction to feel good. I was sure he wouldn't mind.

My phone buzzed. "Baby when I get home, you're going to regret this."

I responded with another picture. No bra, just my arm across my bare chest. And another one; bent over, ass facing the mirror.

I had admittedly gotten myself worked up, and taken a few pictures beyond what I intended. Tom would be salivating when he saw them. After I finished getting dressed, I sent the last round to him, highlighted by the image of me on the vanity, one leg propped up, and two fingers plunged into the place he'd be buried before the night was over.

I got no response, although I didn't expect one. Tom would show me how he felt when he got home. I finished my day dressed in a red skirt, knee high socks, and a tight white top. Before I knew it, I heard Tom's car pull into the driveway. I straightened my hair and made my way to the door. Tom walked in, clearly tired from the day, but a light shone in his eyes.

"Hi baby, how was your day?" I asked innocently. Tom took his shoes off and stalked over to me without a word. His bright brown eyes met mine briefly, before sweeping down my body. It sent tingles down my spine. "Anything exciting happen today?"

"Shut up," Tom growled. My retort was caught in my throat as my husband wrapped his hand around my neck and drove me against the wall. I let out a squeak of surprise, which elicited a wicked grin from him. Tom stood two or three inches taller than me, so he tipped my chin up to meet his eyes. He hadn't been rough with me like this in ages, and I was instantly ready to take him. Unfortunately, he had other ideas. Tom leaned in until his lips brushed against my ear.

"Do you know how difficult it is," he whispered, "to act normal at work when you're teasing me like that?"

I gave him a wink which caused Tom to tighten his grip. I shuddered, a rush of warmth flooding my sex. He must have felt it too, because he smiled. "You must have been looking forward to this."

Before I could answer, Tom's lips were against mine, his tongue parting them and sweeping my mouth. He kissed me with a wild passion that told me he had thought of nothing but me since the first text this afternoon. He pulled back and released my neck, allowing me to gasp for my breath.

"Tom..." I pleaded, desperately needing more. In response, he swiftly moved a hand under my skirt and placed it over my panties. They were drenched. His smile was diabolical. I tried to grind against his hand, but he pressed me against the wall harder, making my movements impossible. I needed something, friction, a finger, anything. I needed him. He arched his fingers up and lifted his hand until I was standing on my toes. When he finally removed it, Tom made sure to drag his fingers along my center.

He inhaled the scent of my desire, and forced his two fingers into my mouth. I closed my lips around them and stroked him with my tongue, sucking and bobbing my head as much as he would allow, which was not very far. He withdrew his fingers, grabbed my wrists, and led me to our bedroom. He lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it against the wall. His hands were on me again, one grabbing my ass and pressing me against him, and the other cupping a breast.

They were a small handful, especially in his hands. His thumb found my nipple through the fabric of my bra and pinched. Tom seemed to be running out of patience for our game, because he let go of me, spun me around, and bent me over the bed.

"Turning me on at work is naughty, Thea," he scolded. "And now I'm going to do what you've made me wait for."

I turned my head to the side to look back at him just before I felt a sharp slap to my plump ass. I wiggled it for him, and received another spank. My scream was cut short by a moan when he grabbed my hair and pulled back. I felt my skirt flip over my hips, fully exposing everything underneath.

A zip, followed by the crumpling sound of more clothing hitting the ground told me that Tom was going to make good on his promise. I released a guttural moan as his broad tip grazed my slick entrance, shielded only by the thin fabric of those black panties. He pressed against them, pushing himself and my panties against my needy slit.

"Tom... please," I begged, my excitement voiding all other thoughts. Tom complied. My panties were yanked to the side and suddenly Tom was in me. I shrieked in pleasure as his length slid into me. He was not gentle, and I did not care. I felt another tug at my hair as Tom thrust into me, forcing another desperate moan from my mouth.

"Is this what you wanted," Tom asked. "Is this what you imagined when you were fucking yourself on the vanity this afternoon?"

"Ye-e-e-ee-ss," I tried to answer, but Tom drove into me with an angry pump, his balls slapping against me as he buried himself to his full length and pulled back. Thrust after thrust of his cock had my eyes watering and my sex throbbing.

"Tom, I'm..." I struggled, "I'm coming..." My voice trailed off into an orgasmic moan as I convulsed around him. Legs shaking, I ground my hips against him, making sure his tip hit just the right spots. As my first wave ended, Tom pulled out and massaged my tender area with his fingers.

"Are you done?" He asked me, his voice more gentle than before.

"No," I answered. His insistence on asking, no matter what game we played, always warmed me. Both my heart and my sex.

"Good," he growled. "I'm going to fill you up, Thea."

It was a statement, but also a question. If I said no, I knew he would respect it. I had before, but today was safe. I rolled onto my back and nodded. "Yes."

Like water released from a dam, Tom was back at it. As soon as I nodded, his hands were at my generous hips, pulling me back to the end of the bed. I put both legs over one of his shoulders and let myself flood with pleasure once more.

His thrusts were long and steady, nearly mechanical. I guided Tom's hand with my own until it rested just above my clit, and pressed down gently. He worked his thumb against me, and continued with the pressure forcing a noise of pure pleasure from me. My breathing became rapid, interrupted by my involuntary sounds of pleasure.

"Cum in me Tom," I managed through my moans, "Do it now."

He continued, nearly lifting my hips off the bed with each pounding, until he started tensing. I ground my hips against him, willing him to keep going, and with a deep moan of release, he thrust into me one more time.

Tom collapsed on top of me, still buried inside, his cock twitching as I continued grinding against him. When he finally withdrew, I felt his warm load begin to slide down my leg.

"Thank you," Tom breathed, rolling off of me. I ran my fingers along my slit, collecting some of his cum and brought it to my mouth. I licked my fingers clean and exhaled, already planning for the next time.