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I sat at my desk impatiently tapping my foot against the floor. I could see the annoyance in my coworkers’ eyes as they glanced toward me, obviously wondering why I was making this ruckus. I look at the clock, 4:28pm. Now, instead of tapping my foot, I sat there, bouncing my foot watching the time tick down…4:29pm. “C’mon already,” I think to myself. “Could this be any slower?” The second the clock showed 4:30pm I shut down my computer, and quickly made my way to the time clock. I didn’t wait long before I was able to punch out.
Jake and Matt stood by the door, each having a cigarette.
“Hey Adam, want to grab a drink? We’re about to head over to Roscoe’s for a beer.”
“Thanks, but no thanks, boys.” I didn’t even stop walking as they asked, but continued toward the truck saying, “It’s wet fucking Wednesday boys!”
I jogged my way through the parking lot until I got to my Black Ford Raptor, peeling out as I made my way from the driveway.
“Wet Wednesday”, or “Date Night” in most circles, was a time that my wife and I had set apart for just the two of us. Nothing in the world mattered except giving each other the attention that was typically hard to discover in our ordinary day-to-day life. We’ve been doing “Wet Wednesdays” for a few years, after the suggestion of Emma’s friend during a double date at a local Steak House. Tonya and James had described that their sex life had become dull and decided to set apart for a date night, and had kicked their love life into overdrive. When you’ve had a few glasses of wine, everything sounds like a good idea, so it was decided on the uber ride home that we too will have Wet Wednesday.
Today will be a little different though. Our son, David, was staying at a friend’s house, which meant we had a full run of the house all night long. The drive is only 15 minutes, but this drive seemed to take forever. So long, in fact, that I should inform her that I’ll be on the way.
I held the phone button on my steering wheel.
“Redial,” I said with a commanding tone.
“Calling Emma, Mobile.” gave a voice from the speakers.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe, I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.”
“I have the drinks ready and I’ll start drawing the water, meet me upstairs,” Emma says. She has a certain tone to her voice when she’s horny, and it was definitely there today.
Lucky for me, there was no traffic, and I had already started opening the door as my truck came to a stop. I jumped out, locked the truck, set the alarm, and immediately began to unbutton my shirt as I approached the front door. I reached out, turning the doorknob.
“Good, she left it unlocked,” I wondered to myself, swinging the door open, and locking it behind me.
With my shirt hanging open, I made my way up the stairs into the master bedroom. I pushed the door inward, tossed my shirt on the floor near the bathroom door, and proceeded into the bathroom.
“Hey,” Emma said, watching me as I entered.
The bathroom was fairly large, and through the door was the vanity. To the right of that was a custom shower that I had built. Toward the center of the room against the wall was the large two-person bathtub…Emma reached over to the faucet, turning the water off, her tits were obscured by a thick layer of bubbles from the bubble bath. I inhaled deeply in an attempt to understand which one she had used. The scent of lavender filled the room. I took my shoes off and tossed them off to the side, followed by my socks, pants, and underwear. I stepped just off to her side, caressed the side of her face, and pulled her toward me for a gentle kiss.
“Hey babe, you added too many bubbles!” I said with a playful smile.
“Oh, did I?” she says, smiling back at me, “Oh shit! I forgot the drinks!”
“I’ll grab some wine, be right back.”
I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, opened the wine fridge, and pulled out a Robert Mondavi 2018 Cabernet Sauvignon we had picked up from our last trip to Napa Valley. I uncorked the bottle and grabbed two crystal wine glasses, then headed back upstairs. The quick wondered of how rare it was to walk around naked like this popped into my head.
Emma had already set up the tray when I had gotten back to the bathroom. I poured some of the wine into the glasses and set them onto the tray along with the bottle, then lowered myself into the tub. We each took a tall wine glass and tapped it against each other’s, creating a momentary clink of the glasses resonating in the air.
Emma’s dark hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail, keeping it out of the water. I took a sip from my glass, my eyes locked in a gaze into her brown eyes. Her tanned chest sat just high enough out of the bubbles that I could see her freckles, speckled over her tight skin from her clavicles, downward… The bubbles kept her breasts hidden, but they had broken enough to allow me to catch the slightest peak of the cleavage from her 34Ds. She took pride in her appearance and it was something I could really appreciate.
“How was your day?” Emma asked.
“Torture, work was fine, but from lunch on to quitting time, time just seemed to stand still.”
“Hmm, were you…anxious about something?” she asked with a smile.
I wondered about a couple responses, and all I could muster was the uncouth, “Wet fucking Wednesday.”
She burst out in laughter spilling some of her wine into the bubbles with my unexpected response.
“Wet fucking Wednesday,” she repeated with a smile. She started to rub her foot against my outer thigh. I’m not sure why she does this, but it was a sure tell that she was turned on.
“And how was your day?” I asked.
“Pretty uneventful, I dropped David off at Tyler’s place and talked to Melissa for about an hour.”
“How’s she doing?” I asked.
“She’s having a pretty hard time with the divorce, and she’s thinking about moving into a smaller place. I was thinking about inviting Her and Tyler over for dinner next week if that’s okay.”
“Sure, just let me know when and if I need to pick anything up.”
I took a sip of wine and ran my hand up and down over Emma’s foot and ankle, glancing up to see a smile of approval. I ran my hands over her leg while we continued talking for the next 20 minutes or so until she tilted her glass upside down over the water.
“Looks like we’re out,” she says, placing the glass onto the tray.
“I can get you something else if you’d like, Crown and Coke?”
“Oh! That sounds good,” Emma says with a little excitement in her voice.
I lifted myself from the bathtub and dried myself off, almost wrapping myself in the towel, but remembering that we were alone tonight. Once again, I made my way downstairs, this time with a buzz, and opened the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of Crown Royal, and pulling it from the purple velvet bag. I opened the refrigerator, pulling out a can of Coke Zero. I poured a little ice from the refrigerator into a tumbler, poured a double shot of crown, and filled the rest of the glass with coke. I poured the Crown into my glass, but only poured in a splash of soda. I walked back into the bathroom and saw that Emma had sunken deeper into the water, her head resting on the back of the tub. I set the drinks on the tray, and quietly stepped back into the bedroom. I opened the nightstand and pulled a few things from the nightstand.
While my wife’s eyes were closed, I set the two items from the nightstand and set them on the floor behind me. Feeling the water rise as I had gotten back into the tub, Emma opened her eyes and smiled.
“You’re not falling asleep yet, are you?” I ask, playfully.
“Nope,” she says with a yawn.
I handed her the Crown and Coke, and slowly sipped my whiskey, not enough Coke to dilute the taste, but added a touch of carbonation.
“You are so damn beautiful,” I say looking into her brown eyes.
She smiles, wide, her face brightening the room. I finished my drink and started to slide my hands up from her foot, sliding over to the outside of her legs, up her calves, to her thighs, leaning forward, and tracing my fingertips up her hips to her sides. She closed her eyes, leaning back further. I then brought my fingers over her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples a few times, then slid them down her flat stomach, passing lightly over the sides of her soft pussy lips, then lightly scraping my trimmed fingernails back toward me against her inner thighs. She moaned, taking in my every caress. I lifted one of her legs up from the weather and rested it on my bent knee.
Her eyes were still closed as I pushed my thumbs into the bottom side of her foot and began to massage her, occasionally kissing her ankle, or sucking her perfectly manicured toe into my mouth. Another smile forms on her lips as I work my way up to her calf.
“Does this feel okay baby?” I ask, kneading my fingertips into her firm, tanned calf.
“Mmm, yes,” Emma says, keeping her eyes closed.
I massaged my hands up and down her calf, being sure not to have missed a single spot. I slid my hands upward farther still, now massaging her thighs, my left hand on the outside, my right hand on her inner thigh.
“Your legs are so smooth,” I opinion.
“Mmm, I shaved before you got here.”
I know if she shaved her legs, then she shaved her pussy. She never allows herself to grow anything more than stubble, but Wet Wednesdays are usually when her pussy is at its smoothest, shaving completely bare just as I like it. I slid my hand inward, passing over her mound, down over her pussy to verify.
“Smooth as silk,” I said, not even meaning to vocalize my thoughts.
Emma nods and says, “Just like you like it.”
She’s right, I love seeing every fold, every curve, and every color of her pussy.
I teasingly pushed my middle finger into her, passing through her opening, then dragged my fingertip upward against her wall. She yelped in unexpected pleasure, then started to massage her other legs I had done moments before, foot to the calf, to her thigh then again sliding a single finger into her.
“Now, it’s my turn,” Emma says, gently pushing on my chest and leaning me back against the tub.
She reached under the water with both hands, one hand gripped tightly at the base of my dick, the other stroking up my length until I swelled in my hand. Once my cock was rock hard, she moved the hand from my base and began massaging my balls. The feeling of my balls being fondled and stroked at the same time felt so good, but I needed a little…visual stimulation. As fun as the bubbles were, they needed to go. I pulled the drain plug, and watched the water slowly lower, exposing more and more of my wife’s beautifully tanned, toned body. Her hand would run straight down to the base, but as she’d reach the tip, she’d twist her hand. I cleared the bubbles that had clung to her skin, allowing myself to scan over her body entirely.
“I got you something,” I said, reaching behind me for the items pulled from the nightstand and handing her the Satisfier, a wand with a suction bulb at the tip.
“Why thank you, sir,” she says, taking it from my hand. I then took the second item, a vibrating cockring, positioned it just under the head of my dick, and began to stroke myself slowly. I watched as my wife pressed a button on her toy a few times, causing a quick pulsing sound, bringing it to her clit. Almost immediately she began to moan, and push herself against the toy. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the tub, two more clicks came from the toy and she increased the speed. Her pussy palpitated, as she clinched, then abruptly pulled the toy away. The suction pulling away from her caused her pussy to quickly snap open and closed, while at the same time, her clit twitched up and down. I ran a finger over her pussy collecting grool that had begun to flow from her. I sucked a little bit off of my finger and savored her taste, then used the rest to lube my cock. My hand ran up and down my cock a few times, but the combination of the vibrations against my head, and watching my wife’s orgasmic contractions was sending me over the edge. I pulled my hand away, just in time to keep myself from cumming right then.
Emma brought the toy back to her clit, this time maxing it out before pressing it over her clit. I closed the space between us, my cock held about a foot away from her pussy. Her head was thrown back with her eyes closed. I took my middle and index fingers, keeping them tight against each other, and pushed them into my wife.
“Oh fuck!” she said as she involuntarily pushed against my hand, driving my fingers deeper into her soaking-wet pussy.
She had only recently found that she was able to squirt. Not the big sprays that you see in the videos, but a small gush, which soaked the space under her. It’s all the time a joy to see her squirt and I was determined to make it happen again. I turned my wrist upward, causing my fingers to turn against her tight wall, pulling my fingers out ever so slightly, and curling my two fingers against her in a come hither motion. She screamed in pleasure as she began bucking her pelvis. The movement of her hips emphasized the small Capricorn tattoo she has on her pelvic bone. It’s small enough so that it is easy enough to hide, but big enough to peek out from the fabric of her thongs.
“Oh, oh oh oh……FUUUUUUUCK,” Emma says in almost a shouting voice. Her head thrown back, pelvis pumping, she pulled my hand from her cunt, simultaneously pulling the toy from her clit. Her scream turned into a shriek, as a stream of her juices shot from her, spraying over my cock and stomach and running down my hips. The flow became strong squirts at short intervals until it had finally subsided. She looked almost like she was about to pass out.
“Holy fuck babe, that was…intense!” I say trying to discover the right words to describe what I had just watched. Her body periodically convulsed and shook until her orgasm completely subsided.
She brought her head upward, eyes wide in amazement at what had just happened to her.
“How are you feeling?” I ask as I can’t help but begin stroking my cock again.
“That felt incredible,” she said, biting her lip and sinking down farther into the tub causing her soaking wet pussy to push against my rock-hard cock.
“Dry yourself off, and get to the bed,” I say in the most emphasized bossy tone I could muster “I need to fuck you, right now.”
She lifted herself from the tub and reached for the towel, but before she was able to dry herself off, I reached over to her, pulling her thighs toward me and pushing my face against her pussy. My tongue lapped her juices as I drank her in. She has all the time tasted good, but today, she tasted different, even better than usual. I glanced upward into her brown eyes and saw her looking down at me.”
“I thought you wanted to fuck,” she said with a joking tone, “Bed now,” taking on the bossy tone I had just spoken with.
I lifted myself from the tub, quickly drying myself off, and made my way to the bed, sitting on the corner. Emma walked toward me slowly, no… excruciatingly slow. Her tattoo swayed to the left and right with every step made by the long legs of her 5-foot-1-inch frame. As she was mere inches away from me, I separated my legs, wrapped my hands around her ass, and pulled her against me. Her small areolas were pulled tight against her hard nipples, and I brought them into my mouth. She put her hands on the back of my head as my tongue circled around each nib.
She pulled away, planting both hands against my chest and she pushed me down onto my back. I slid up the bed so that I lay sprawled out and watched my wife make her way to me. She swung one leg over my hips, and she held her pussy above my cock. A string of her clear juices lowered itself until it fell onto my cock. I tried to push up into her, but she quickly pulled away.
“Nuh-uh, I’m the one that’s going to be fucking you tonight,” she said, taking my cock in hand.
She slid the cockring down from my tip down to my base and turned it on starting the vibrations once more. She gave me a few strokes, before guiding me into her tight pussy. My cock tensed as she slowly lowered herself down over me.
“Oh God,” I said with a gasp as she lowered down to my base.
I looked into her eyes as she rocked her hips back and forth, her knees pushing into my sides. I thrust upward, holding my cock deep against her womb. With that, she began gyrating her hips, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. Her speed increased as her arousal built. I felt the head of my cock swell within her, adding to the pressure around it. The balls tensed for a moment, but after relaxing, I felt the precum run up my shaft and leaked into her cunt. Her thighs began to tremble under my hands, and I knew she was about to explode.
“Oh,” I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock like a fist.
“My,” She rocked her clit over my pelvis faster.
….
….
….
“Ffffffffffuuuucckkkkkk!!” Her pussy clenched and released over me, milking me, coaxing the cum from deep within.
Her thighs began to shake out of control as her back curled and straightened. Her tits heaved with every jerking movement of her upper body. She collapsed down on top of me, pressing her breasts against me. She kissed my lips and give me a few kegel squeezes. That was enough to drive me over the edge.
“I’m about to cum,” I moaned into her ear.
My cock tensed as I slid from inside her as she pulled herself away, swinging her leg back from over my hips. She took both of her hands and wrapped them around my dick and began to give me long quick strokes.
There’s no way I’m gonna be able to hold back for long.
Clear precum began to flow from my cock onto her hands. My cock tensed and just as I began my release, she squeezed her hand tight around me.
With my first pulsation, the cum that should have shot from me was pinched off below her hand’s tight grip.
As I pulsed a second time, more of my seed gathered, trying to push its way past the cum that had already gathered at her hand.
She let her grip go just as my third orgasmic pulse started. The new wave of cum pushed everything that was built up in me with a sudden gush. The jet of cum flew up to my neck just under my chin.
“Fuck,” I moaned as another line of cum shot from my prick, landing just past my belly.
The pulsations after that were much more subtle as a constant stream of cum leaked from my tip and formed a pool of thick white cum on my belly.
I turned my head toward Emma “Babe, that was incredible,” I said, gazing into her brown eyes.
“Yea, that was. I can’t believe I squirt like that!”
“And I can’t believe you made me cum like that. It almost got into my mouth”
Emma leaned over and gave me a kiss, “mmm not quite there,” she said gathering some of the cum from my neck with her finger and wiping it against my chest.
I watched her lift herself off the bed and stared at her perfectly round, tanned ass as it swayed as she walked to the nightstand, slid the drawer open, and pulled out some sex wipes.
She took a couple sheets and cleaned the cum up from my body. She took a position on the bed and cuddled close to me as we kissed gently once more.
“Are you ready for bed?” she asked.
“Mmm hmm,” I said, as she turned away from me. I moved closer to her, pressing against her naked flesh, hand cupped over her breast and my lips pressed against her neck. I gave her a small kiss and drifted off to sleep.
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