My Stubborn Wife

I looked over at my wife, Jenny, laying on the opposite side of the bed. I was so tired of arguing with her. It's been weeks since we have slept together. She saw me staring at her and sighed, frustrated, then left to the bathroom. So that's it, she can't even look at me or be near me. No matter, it's time to go to work anyway. I got my suitcase, grabbed my keys, and headed for the door. When I opened it I hesitated, someone has to make the first move.

"Bye babe," I called. No answer. I must have forgotten it's silent treatment Sunday.

I zoomed into the parking lot and raced into a space. It's 8:09, I'm late, again. I rushed in the tall building hoping to not be seen

"Dylan, you're late?" My buddy Matt hissed from his desk quietly. I just sighed and nodded. He gave me his usual worried face, we all knew my boss hated me, and he is probably going to get on my case about being late. I used to have long streaks of tardiness, but that would be when my wife's sexual appetite went up. But this time, i have no excuse.

I sat at my desk relieved I didn't see him. I began typing away as fast as I could to make up for lost time. Then, I heard the sound I most hated, the slurping of coffee and loud footsteps. My boss stood over my desk and slurped his coffee.

"Were you on time Dylan?"

I grit my teeth, "I'm not sure, I didn't look at the clock." I knew that was my safest answer in case he was asking an actually rhetorical question.

He put his coffee on my desk and shoved his hands in his pockets, "Well, I glanced at the clock when I saw your car, through my window, zoom into a parking lot, which by the way is hazardous, and it was 8:09... I hope this isn't the third streak of tardiness."

I ignored him and continued typing in attempt to control my temper.

"You know, they say third time's a charmer, but if I went by that, the consequences wouldn't be so charming. Don't be late again." He said, then he tapped my desk "Get to work."

If he didn't walk away at that time he did, I would have lost it right then and there. What the hell did it look like I was doing? The time passed and it was time for my lunch break.

Matt stopped by my desk, knowing not to talk about my tardy lecture he just said, "Ready for lunch?" I just grabbed my jacket and walked past him.

We were sitting down in Subway chowing down, while Matt, of course, talked about his amazing wife. They weren't really newly weds, they've been married for three years, but everything is just perfect for them. His wife isn't a big looker, she had a lot of flaws, but she makes up for them in her demeanor.

"...and last night, oh man. We went at it so many times, and it just kept getting better. She did this new position in the kitchen where she bends backwards and... man... you would have to see it." He said quietly, shaking his head, "What about you and Meg try anything new yet."

I haven't told anyone about how we've been having problems, so I just shook my head.

He stopped chewing, "You guys gotta spice it up soon, or you are gonna end up with some issues. You can't have sex in the bed every time," he said swallowing his food. Oh, if only he knew. He started spilling some experiences he had that he thought I should try, and they were really kinky. I couldn't help but imagine my wife in these positions, bent over begging like she used to, with her round ass in the air, upside down choking on my cock as I groped her supple breasts, I had to suppress a groan.

"Oh time to get back to work," he said, snapping me out of my trance.

-

I worked feverishly typing faster than ever knowing how behind I was, then my boss comes by with a stack of papers, great.

He placed them on my desk, "I need these by Friday." Then he walked away. My jaw clenched along with my hands, I'd need to work overtime today to get what I'm doing now done, just so I'll have time tomorrow to do more work.

-

After my long shift, I finally finished and packed up my stuff, just ready to get out of there. I jumped in my car and sped off, hoping the cops didn't decide to patrol the streets I would be on. Then again, I guess it doesn't matter when the traffic on the freeway is so bad it lets you go 10 mph. Great. As I slowly flow with the traffic, my mind wandered to my conversation with Matt. I went over the positions he talked about so graphically, and couldn't help but imagine my wife doing that for me. What a happy husband I would be.

My wife was a looker too, tan, long legs, defined waist, brown hair that just barely misses her waist, an ass that loves to jiggle, and breasts that effortlessly fill my hands. I sometimes compare her to that woman from the video game Tomb Raider, she hates it, but she knows she is quite similar, just shorter hair and better. I feel my cock stirring just thinking about her. That's my gorgeous Jenny; my gorgeous Jenny that doesn't plan on sharing her body with me any time soon.

I imagined shoving all 7 1/2 inches of my cock in her, I know how she loves it when I take her by surprise, and that tight little pussy of hers just engulfs me. Then I would hammer her so hard she'd wouldn't even be able to scream my name anymore. Mmm... damn she's so sexy.

I heard honking behind me. Oh, the traffic cleared up, good, because the faster I get home... the better.

-

I parked in my driveway and sat there, how am I supposed to get her to want it? I sat there for five minutes, but the sexual frustration was too much and my cock started hurting from its restraints to be free. I'll figure it out when I see her.

I opened the door and quickly walked upstairs and into the bedroom, she wasn't there. I checked the bathroom, then the guest rooms, then glanced in the backyard through the window, she wasn't there. I'll be damned if she isn't here now of all times. I would have seen her immediately if she was in the kitchen but I'll double check. I went back to the kitchen which is in front of the front door, and just as I thought she wasn't there. I sighed.

I heard a crinkling of a page in the family room, of course I forget to check there. I walk out the kitchen and into the family room, and there she is, still in her yoga pants and baggy shirt. She was on the couch reading a book, she always read in weird positions. She held her book against the arm rest, her elbow supported her head by leaning on the arm rest, and her butt was pointing in the air. She glanced over her shoulder at me, and I got a flashback to when I first fucked her doggy style and she looked back at me seductively, but the look on her face now wasn't happy to see me. She sighed and went back to her book, adjusting her position so her butt rested on the heels of her little feet.

I sat behind her and saw her shoulders tense up, probably expecting me to talk to her. I just reached over her back, and massaged her shoulders, being careful not to let my erection touch her so she doesn't yell at me. When I touched her she tensed more but gradually loosened up.

"I'm tired of fighting babe," I whispered. She stayed silent so I just went straight for my goal. My hands traveled to her lower back, just above her back dimples, then glanced at the mirror in front of her as I said "I really want you right now."

She rolled her eyes then flipped the page.

"Badly," I said digging into the spot I know she likes me to massage, but she wiggled her butt to throw my hands off, then stuck her butt back in the air so I would have to reach to touch her back.. I sighed, now or never. I got directly behind her ass on my knees and rubbed her back again, watching her expression through the mirror, I didn't want to cause another argument, then I firmly pressed my erection against her crotch.

I heard I quiet gasp and she bit her lip, but an expression of annoyance took over quickly. I ignored her last reaction and slid my hands to her shoulders to massage there, causing my erection to push against her harder. Then she tried reach behind her and push me off, but she didn't have any affect, so I began lightly humping.

I leaned over her and put my arms on either side of her, so I was near her ear, "I wanna fuck you so hard baby." She tried to scoot up to distance us, but my elbows dug into her sides so her round hips couldn't squeeze through.

"Stop it," she hissed.

"I can't." I slipped my hand under her loose shirt and lightly stroked her belly. She pushed up with her arms to push me off but I was too much weight for her so she gave up. I kissed her neck, which just frustrated her further. I smiled, knowing she realized I would not give up.

"I'm not going to do it," she said stubbornly.

"You can pretend I'm not there, but I need you too badly not to fuck you," I kissed her her neck again.

"Fine," she said flipping through her book, looking for her place.

I chuckled, "So I can but you will act like nothing is happening?" I was amused at her idea of a punishment, because either way I would still get pleasure.

"Yea, I won't scream."

Now I saw how it is punishment, it's only half the pleasure without her moans and shrieks. Then I thought about it and leaned to her ear again, "Challenge accepted." I glanced at the mirror and I could tell she was trying to keep back a smile.

I tugged at her shirt but she wouldn't move her arms, she yawned and flipped the page. I smiled, fine then. I pushed her shirt up as far as it would go and squeezed her breasts which usually makes her moan, but nothing. I flicked my fingers over her nipples teasingly, her nipples instantly hardened, but no noises. I finally understood she was serious and just went straight to business.

I backed up and rubbed her ass admiringly, my mouth watered. I slipped her tight fitting yoga pants off to reveal her beautiful ass. I squeezed and slapped it and watched it jiggle. I touched her pussy, it was barely wet, so I pulled her feet apart and got under her. I tasted her sweet nectar and realized just how much I missed it over the weeks, then shoved my fingers up her cunt. She tightened around my fingers and I went full force pounding her with them. I sucked her clit while I worked. It didn't even take long before she arched and she tightened as her juices came trickling into my mouth. But still no music from the gorgeous mouth of hers. Fine, I might as well make my dick happy.

I took off my pants and boxers and coated my cock in her juices. I shoved into her with ease, but I could tell she got tighter after all this time. I began giving her small thrusts and ground her every time I came back in. Listening to the beautiful sound of love making Slap, "mmm...fuck."I thought this would get something out of her, but she gave me a bored sigh after a while.

Was she faking her pleasure all those other times then?

Suddenly a spark of anger and frustration went through me. Positioning my cock and grabbing her shoulders, with all the power I could muster up, I slammed into her tight pussy. I would usually give a small pounding, but this time I couldn't care less if it stung. She let out a scream, then covered her mouth and clenched onto the arm rest. I smirked at her when she looked into the mirror at me. I leaned over and squeezed her boobs as hard as I pleased as I rammed into her harder and harder with my powerful thrusts. SLAP, SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. I took no brakes I just rammed it as hard as I possibly could. It was like she was too shocked to react as she just sat there with her eyes squeezed shut and her hand still on her mouth. Her arm that was supporting her was starting to shake, so sensing she would collapse any second, I pulled her up so her back was against me, and her arms were trapped as I snaked my arms over her antecubitals (opposite of her elbows) and behind her back. I swung her over so she was pressed against the back of the couch, took off my shirt, put my hands on her ass, and continued my assault. I pounded into that pussy mercilessly. I pulled her against me harder by her waist and rubbed my pelvis against her ass. Feeling how tight she was and how I just reached her limit. I pulled back and rammed harder into her as my tip slid into her cervix . Fuck. I finally earned the yelps I deserved. I am surprised I didn't explode right there.

I grabbed her shoulders and gave deeper thrusts and she began to scream.

"Come on baby, cum for me. Cum on this fucking dick." I growled in her ear.

Then she began to buck, and no later than that did she begin squirting all over me, and her pussy had a vice grip on me.

I was so close, so I pushed her into the couch as I slapped her her ass hard and pounded her.

"Say my name baby," I grunted.

She stayed quiet still recovering from her orgasm.

I slapped her ass harder and pulled her hair, "Say my fucking name," I yelled.

She screamed, "D- Dyl -Ah!... Dylan... Dylan!" She yelped.

I was going faster than I thought was even possible. I felt my balls slap her pussy hard, but they couldn't go as fast or hard as my dick, they eventually just jiggled in place. I exploded into her and groaned. I didn't want to stop so I kept on pounding until I felt all my frustration go out, leaving me panting and sweating along with her. When I finally caught my breath I pulled out and watched some of my cum drip out. I thought about eating her out, but as soon as I touched her she flinched and gasped. I smirked, feeling more pleased than I had ever been.

I turned her over so she faced me, and kissed her hungrily, only to get the same from her as she gripped my hair. I squeezed her breasts and she moaned in my mouth. Then she broke the kiss.

"I love you," she whispered.

I smiled, "I know."

"I'm gonna wash up... Wanna come?"

I laughed, "Give me some time."

She nodded and ran upstairs.

I sighed contently and sat on the couch, reflecting on everything. I can tell this is going to be a nice new sex life. After a few minutes my cell rang. I dug through my clothes and got my phone. It was Matt, my neighbor.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Dylan, you sly dog. She screams louder during sex than she screams when she's mad!"

I laughed, "Oh I'm sorry, was that too loud for you?"

"No, props to you man. My girl would never let me get some if she was mad. What happened?"

"Dylaaannnn," I heard Jen whine from upstairs.

I smiled, "I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

"Aw, alright."

I was about to hang up, but put my ear to the phone again, "Hey Matt?"

"Oh... yea?"

"Tell the boss I'm gonna be late tomorrow."

He laughed, "I'm surprised he doesn't fire you!"

I smiled, "Bye."

We hung up, and I headed upstairs.

"Coming babe," I called.