I laid down on the bed to rest, thinking through the tumultuous events of the day, and the memories of Jenn came flooding back as I fell asleep…

“Promise me!” Jenn said with a giggle.  “Promise me you won’t show anyone these!” she continued with a little more seriousness.  I pressed the button and heard the shutter of the camera click.

Jenn was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.  My god she was breathtaking.  We had come home from hanging out with a bunch of friends at the bar.  We were both drunk and things had gotten a little heated in the back seat of the Uber.

***

I had started it just as the Uber left the bar.  She was leaning on me with her arm around my back and her head in the crook of my neck.  Her hand was in my lap and I couldn’t tell if she was trying to rub me or if it was just the movement of the car.  I was about to find out.  My hand was on her knee and I slowly crept it up the inside of her thigh under her dress.  The smooth sensation of the stocking on my hand and the prospect of doing this with the driver two feet in front of me was getting me worked up.  She didn’t make any attempt to stop me.

Emboldened by her lack of resistance, my hand kept slowly creeping upwards.  I reached the top of her stocking and felt her smooth skin just above.  She suddenly adjusted herself, inching her bottom down and thus putting my hand in direct contact with her cotton panties.  It was at that point that I knew she wanted it, but I resolved to make her work for it now. 

I began to tease her.  I ran one finger over the very edge of her panty tracing the outline against her thigh.  I slipped that finger under the edge and again traced it further.  She subtly shifted herself towards me in an attempt to get my fingers closer.  I lazily traced my way around the outside of the panties, avoiding the most sensitive of spots.  She craned her neck and looked up into my eyes. I slyly winked and mouthed, “bad girl.”

With that I slowly brought my finger over her panty clad mound.  She was on fire and her panties were soaked.  I rubbed the wet spot at first with a light touch and then increased the pressure as I continued.  She was now thrusting her hips ever so slightly with each pass up and down.  It was at that point I quickly dove my fingers under the panties and onto her bare, soaked lips.  My fingers were sopping wet and she let out the slightest of sighs.

I looked up to see we were just minutes from home and decided to see how far she’d let me take this.  I dove my index finger deep inside her pussy and she let out a very audible gasp.  My eyes looked up again and I saw the driver’s eyes staring back at us in the rear-view mirror.  I smiled as his eyes turned back to the road.  As we pulled onto our street I quickly extracted my hand and brought them to her mouth.  She eagerly sucked her juices off my fingers.  Her hand now wrapped around mine as she seductively pulled them out of her mouth then dove forward with a full-on kiss with her tongue dancing against mine.  The car pulled over, we got out, and I gave the driver with a generous cash tip.

He smiled. “That’s two tips for me tonight. You two enjoy yourselves now,”  he said with a smile, rolled up the window and sped off.

We got just inside the door and I swiftly twisted and pinned her chest first against the hallway wall.  I took hold of her arms in a gentle but firm manner, pulling them above her head while pushing my body into the back of hers.  She suggestively wiggled her butt into me.  She was firing on all cylinders like I had not seen her do in some time.  I moved my head to a point where my mouth was next to her ear as I pushed her arms further over her head onto the wall.

“You’ve been a bit of a little hussy tonight, suggestively rubbing me and letting me do very naughty things to you in front of another man.  You are in a lot of trouble, Mrs. Nettle.”  I always called her by her maiden name even though we’d been married for years.  “You are going to do what I say tonight, do you understand?”

She purred a long drawn out and snakelike, “Yesssss,” as she was grinding her ass into my crotch.

“If you want to act so naughty, I’m going to do naughty things to you.  Do you understand?”  I was starting to wonder how far I could take this.

She turned her head to the side and looked at me with a shy innocent girlish grin.  “Oh, I’m not a bad girl, please oh please don’t make me to these bad things.  I’d just hate that,” she said in a mocking tone and a sly smirk.

“Oh, you want to play this game, do you?  Alright, we’ll see how far you want to take this.”  With that I rapidly pulled her dress up, over her head and off.  I grabbed her hand and led her to the nearby kitchen island.  I quickly removed her bra on the way there and lightly pushed her face down on the cold granite kitchen island countertop.  I could see the outline of her b-cup breasts being pushed out from under her on the counter.

“Stay right there and don’t move,” I said forcefully.  I moved into the nearby den, grabbed the Nikon camera and was back behind her in less than thirty seconds. 

I bent over, pushing my extremely hard erection straining against my pants into her and whispered to her, “This is something that I want to remember forever.”

With that I stepped back and started snapping pictures.  My god, she was so beautiful and so vulnerable lying there.   It was quite the sight, white cotton panties with little black polka dots and black thigh high stockings and nothing else, bent over like she was on the menu just for me.  Her dark brown hair was splayed out on the light grey countertop. 

The coolness of the granite had given her the slightest of goosebumps on her tan skin and the contrasting tan lines on her back heightened the effect on me.   At 5’ 4”, she had to just slightly get onto her tiptoes, which accentuated her muscular legs trapped in those black stockings.  Her regular gym attendance surely showed and she was just as beautiful now as the day I had met her.  God, I loved this woman!

The shutter clicks startled her out of her lustful trance.  She stood up and took a step back into the doorway from the hall.

“Promise me!” Jenn said with a giggle.  “Promise me you won’t show anyone these!” she continued with a little more seriousness.  I pressed the button and heard the shutter of the camera click once again.

“Oh, I promise.  I’ll keep them safe along with all those other naughty photos I had of you!”  I did some photography on the side.  She had wanted to get some boudoir photos done prior to our wedding but was embarrassed to go.  She talked me into taking some instead, and it had occasionally evolved from there.

I thought on this some more, “I promise, IF, you are a good girl and do what I say!” I gave her the mischievous smirk.

She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her as she put her hands on her hips somewhat defiantly.  “What if I don’t want to be good, Matthew?”  That was the full name.  She almost never pulled that out.  With that she took her hand, reached between her legs and under the front of her panties.

“Oh no you don’t.  You don’t get to do that yet!”

SMACK!

I playfully smacked her ass. She feigned that it hurt and reluctantly pulled her hand back up.  “Rub your tits.  Play with them, squeeze them hard, tease them!” I barked.  She was a little reluctant at first but once she started she was going at her pretty little chest with both hands and closing her eyes.  I forgot I still had the camera in my hand!  I pulled the lens up and starting snapping pics again. 

“Slowly work your way down your body.  Keep those hands outside of those panties!”  That provoked a pouty look back at me.  She was visibly aroused, with her panties revealing an obvious wet spot from my earlier attention there.  She rubbed her hands all over herself but eventually focused on that very sensitive spot.

“Why can’t you do this for me?” she asked.

“Because I’m having fun watching you drive yourself crazy.” I clicked the shutter several more times.

“You know you’re in trouble right?  I’m going to get you back,” she said with a wicked smile.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it my dear.”  At this point I freed my throbbing cock from its prison, taking off my jeans and leaving myself with my tented boxers and half-buttoned, collared shirt.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she called to me.  “Do I get to take some pics too?” 

I shook my head with a grin and walked over to her.  With a swift motion, I swept her off of her feet and turned to place her bottom on the granite counter again.   She scooted her ass back farther onto the counter and bent her knees to bring her stocking clad feet up to rest on the counter’s edge.  She shot me the hungriest look I think I had ever remembered seeing from her.

“Lay back and continue where you left off, but remember, those hands stay on top of those,” as I pointed to the rapidly growing spot on her panties.

I watched as a wave of goosebumps swept over her body.  I couldn’t tell if it was from the cool granite below her or from her intense arousal.  She very quickly starting to rub her panty clad vagina, intently now.  Her eyes were closed and she was rolling her head back and forth on the cold counter letting out the softest of moans.  As I continued to take pictures of this lurid scene my heart beat faster.

Her eyes still closed, I slowly crept over to where she was on the counter and got down on my knees.  The hardwood kitchen floor was uncomfortable, but I wasn’t feeling anything right now.  She jumped as I grabbed her leg and kissed the inside of her right thigh right below the elastic of her stocking.  I freed a hand to unbutton my shirt and soon that found the floor next to my jeans. 

I continued to kiss up the leg until I got past the elastic top of her stocking and onto her pale inner thigh.  I could feel the heat of her skin on my cheek and she readjusted, putting one foot on my shoulder and lewdly swinging the other leg wide open and over on the other side, resting the back of her knee on my other shoulder.

I kissed upwards and ever closer to her panty-covered, dripping pussy.  I could smell her sex.  It was stronger the closer I got and my excitement was getting to me.  My cock was achingly hard now, needing relief soon.  I stopped the slow trail of kisses.

“Noooooo!”  She sat straight up.  “Damn you, stop teasing me!”

“Whatever are you talking about?” I said mockingly as I leaned forward and kissed the wet spot, applying pressure to that sensitive area.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” She collapsed back onto the counter as I started to lick her over the panties.  Her legs were twitching at this point and her stockings were starting to have an effect on me as they rubbed against my shoulder and upper back.  Stockings were not usually my thing but this was getting me even more worked up.  I pushed my tongue hard, feeling her lips, then brought my teeth together, playfully biting her clit and resulting in a scream at the top of Jenn’s lungs. 

“You little bastard.  You better stop teasing me and start fucking me right this very minute!  Take these fucking things off!  I need you!”  Jenn was possessed.  I had been with her for years and I’d never heard her quite this excited.  I took a deep breath and recomposed myself, trying to regain control of this.  I wanted to take her so badly at this point, but I knew I could push her buttons a bit more so I continued to lick her over and over again.  The taste of her arousal seeping through her panties was intoxicating.

She started talking and I couldn’t understand a damn word she was saying, but she was begging for more.

I hooked my fingers under her waistband.  “Is this what you want?” I pulled them down at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Yes, fuck yes!” she screamed.  I stood up, pushing her legs straight up, and pulled her panties all the way off.  “Give it to me.  I neeeeeed it!  I need it right fucking now!”  She was as thirsty for it as I’d ever seen her, but she wouldn’t keep quiet.  I had a flash and acted on it.  I crumpled her panties in my hand and stuffed them in her mouth.

“Open up and shut up!  I’m running the show here, understand?”  She looked so fucking hot with her little white polka dot panties sticking out her mouth nodding yes slowly at me.  I reached down and started to stroke her now exposed cunt. 

“And if you continue to talk back to me, I’m going to do some very naughty things to you that you may not like.”  I slipped a finger below her pussy and traced a ring around her tightly puckered asshole. 

“I might just do very bad things to you anyway.  Would you like that?”  I continued to rub her asshole but brought my other hand down to play with her clit.  This was her weakness and I knew it.  I was going to make her cum right there as I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers.

“You like that, don’t you?  You don’t want me to stop.”  She had closed her eyes. 

“Look at me!”  Her eyelids flashed wide open, looking directly at me. 

“Tell me!  Tell me you want me to stop and I will.”  I had started to apply pressure with my finger on her asshole and was about a knuckle deep all while continuing to frig her clit.  Jenn just stared at me.  I started to pump my finger in and out of her ass now and kept my thumb on her clit while driving two fingers into her sopping wet pussy.

“You love this, don’t you?  Don’t you?”  She did not respond so I stopped.  I pulled the panties out of her mouth and replaced them with the fingers that had just been inside her pussy.  “How do you taste?”

She greedily sucked my fingers just as she had done in the back of the Uber.  “Look, you can’t get enough!”  I replaced the fingers with my mouth and kissed her deeply.  She wrapped her arms and legs around me and I grabbed the panties, picked her up off the counter and stumbled into the bedroom.

She managed to get my boxers off after leaping off of me onto the bed.  I grabbed her roughly and turned her ass up.  “This is what you want isn’t it?  Tell me or you don’t get it!”

“Nooooo.  You know what I want!” she purred suggestively.

Click!  I had grabbed the camera on our way out.  Click!  Took another shot of her glistening pussy and ass up on the bed.

“No, I certainly do not.  You’re my little slut, aren’t you?  Tell me what you want and I may consider it!” I was forceful but not angry with those words.

“I want you to fuck me.  I want you to fuck me until I can’t hold myself up.  I want you to fuck me and then I want you to cum on my stomach.  Make a mess on me.  Then I want you to tell me to clean it up - force me, like you did in college.   Fuck me right now!”

That all blew my mind.  The cum on her stomach was something we did a ton when we were younger and would do some risky pull and pray sex.  We came home really drunk one night and I made her clean all of that up, like I was in a porno or something.  Jenn did it, but I didn’t think she remembered and we never talked about it afterward.

That was all I could handle and I plowed into her without any pretense of being gentle.  It felt so good, and she was dripping hot fire.  I reached around to play with her clit as I continued to thrust deeply into her.

“You’re my little whore, aren’t you?   Just fuck me and I’ll let you do anything else to me.  Isn’t that right?”  I kept pounding away without stopping the assault on her clit with my other hand for what seemed like hours. 

All she could do was moan and twitch, and then she started shuddering.  “Oh my god!  Oh my god, don’t stop.  Please don’t stooooop!”

She collapsed down from her knees to flat face down on the bed and I kept pounding.  She’d had her release and mine was not far behind.  “Roll over!  I’m going to cum.  I’m going to give it to you just how you wanted it!”

I pulled out and she reflexively flipped onto her back; it was just in time, as I started to shoot thick ropes all over her tight abdomen.  Just as I finished she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.  I just about jumped through the roof and I pushed her softly back onto her back.

“Do it you little slut.  Clean it up!  Were you just all talk?” 

“Fuck you…” she said with an evil grin.  She traced her hand down her chest to the puddles of cum on her very tight belly and crooked her finger to scoop a bit up and rapidly brought it to her mouth. 

CLICK! 

I had come to my senses and picked the Nikon back up.  She repeated this a couple of times then rubbed her whole hand over her stomach making a mess of what was left.  Click!  She traced a finger around her lips and then did the unexpected.  She slapped me in the face with her cum dirtied hand, grabbed the back of my neck and came up to kiss me hard and deep before I knew what the hell was going on.

“I told you I’d get you.  How’d you taste?” she said with a wicked grin as she pulled away from the kiss.

*****

There is a phone ringing.  It keeps ringing.  All of a sudden I wake out of this dream in a cold sweat.  What the hell?  I had fallen asleep recounting this encounter with Jenn. I was awake and disoriented.  The sun was going down.  What time is it?   What the hell was going on that I had this vivid dream from years ago?  The phone rings one more time and stops.  I roll and look over to the phone, seeing a missed call from Grant.  Probably wondering where I am.  Great…