Being the husband of a writer can definitely come with its downside. Sometimes when I’d like a little time to share with my lady, she's engrossed in her latest libidinous tale.
Or when I have something on my mind and would like to bounce it off of her and get her input on it right at that moment, she’ll ask if I could just wait about a half hour or so because she doesn't want to get out of her creative flow.
But then, there are those perks that more than compensate for the few times that she isn't always readily available.
For instance, her vivid imagination can come up with some pretty wild stuff on the fly. Bizarre stuff that most people wouldn't think about. And some of the best bizarre stuff that she concocts involves creating new scenes for the erotic stories she writes.
Why? Because when your wife is the kind of erotica writer who needs to test out her ideas before putting them to paper, you soon find that there's nothing better than being her primary, and only, test subject. It's a tough, demanding job, but hell, somebody's gotta do it.
And when I saw her last night, pacing the floor of her study, absently nibbling on the pinkie fingernail lodged between her teeth, I knew it wouldn't be long before I’d be called in for duty.
And instead of interrupting her, I dropped into the cushions of our leather sofa and flipped through the T.V. channels. I know not to disturb her when she's in the middle of brainstorming. It's best just to ease away quietly and allow her to get swept off into her fictional world. Because if I wait just long enough, and quietly enough, it's usually only a matter of moments before I hear…
I quickly wiped the knowing grin off my face and turned my head away from the television to look at her. She wore her gray shorts, my favorite because they barely covered her ass cheeks, and a fitted tank that clung to her braless titties, her nipples protruding through the fabric as if beckoning me as well. And that was all it took. I could feel the skin around my cock tighten as it hardened and lengthened in response to her.
This woman, my wife of fifteen years, can still make my dick insta-hard like she could the day we met. It wasn't enough that she was unbelievably sexy, but she was the most sexually free woman I'd met in my life.
On our first date, after revealing that she was an erotica writer, Sandie hadn't hesitated when I’d asked her to read me an excerpt. She'd gone straight to one of the most explicit parts of the book as I watched her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, actually, fascinated by the way she smiled saucily as she spoke. Her voice dropped to a sexy whisper as she read, and I had a feeling she was just as turned on by her words as I was.
She pulled the corner of her lower lip in, grinning all the while. She exuded so much sex appeal that she had me squirming in my seat, trying to fight off the boner that insisted on introducing itself to her too, that night. Luckily, we had a table between us so that I could keep that my little secret.
But with Sandie, the dirtier the words, the better. As she read, she drew the "cunts", "cocks", "tits", and "fucks" out like she wanted to savor them and linger over the taboo language just because she could. It was then that I’d known she'd hooked me forever. After that night, I was hers whether I liked it or not.
And I'd never regretted being hers since then. Here I was on a Saturday evening with my hot erotica author wife, ready to play out the newest sexual scene swirling around in that brilliant mind of hers.
She approached me and that smile played along her lips. That smile was the I've-got-some-testing-to-do-and-I’m-going-to-need-a-research-subject smile of hers that I recognized instantly.
She straddled my legs and lowered onto my lap, her pussy pressing against my stiff dick through her shorts. Grinding her hips, Sandie leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “I need some help. You got a few minutes?”
I grinned. She and I both knew there was no need to ask that question. I always had time for her brand of research.
I cupped her breasts and kissed her lips before saying, “What do you need me to do?”
She slid her hands under my shirt to caress my chest and then lifted it up and over my head.
“I need you naked,” she said, her voice low and sexy. She rose from my lap and took a step back, away from me.
She kept her eyes on me the entire time though as she watched me disrobe. Fully unclothed, I stood before her in all of my nude glory, ready to get on my job.
She smiled and moved toward me, rising on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. “Thank you, hon’. You're always so helpful.”
I replied by pulling her in against my bare body to take a deeper kiss. “Anytime,” I whispered against her mouth.
Sandie stepped back to undress herself, quickly removing her clothing before returning to press her naked flesh against mine. I looked back into her gleaming hazel eyes, recognizing the excitement that was always there when she wanted to try something new. “I have a scene I keep going over in my head, but...I can’t quite get the description down. I need you to help me with it.”
I ran a finger along her arm. “You’re the director. Tell me where you want me.”
Sandie waggled her brows playfully before pushing me back gently toward the couch. “First, I need you to sit down.”
“You got it,” I said, getting into position. But she didn’t move toward me as I’d expected. Instead, I watched her go into the kitchen behind us and disappear behind a wall, out of view. All I heard was the opening of the freezer door, followed by the sound of ice being jostled about. Next came the sound of a cabinet opening and another pause before she returned, padding naked into the living room, a bowl of ice in her hand and a mischievous smile on her face.
I cocked a brow at her, my eyes going from the bowl to her face, trying to figure out exactly what kind of harebrained idea she’d come up with now. For a moment, I second guessed my decision to be Sandie’s guinea pig. But only for a brief moment, because no matter how far-fetched her scenes were they almost always ended up more exciting in the end than I could have ever imagined.
She lowered herself to her knees in front of me and placed the bowl on the floor next to her. Sandie placed her hands on my legs and spread them apart.
“Now, close your eyes,” she ordered.
I didn’t hide the apprehensive look on my face. “Why? What do you plan to do with that ice?”
“Just close your eyes for me. I need you to feel it so you can describe the sensations for me.”
I inhaled, bracing myself for the cold I knew she was about to subject me to. The question now though, was where did she plan to put it?
Her eyes softened, pleading me until I gave in. And I always gave in. I closed my eyes clenching my fists to prepare for the feel of the ice on my flesh.
But the first sensation wasn’t of ice on my skin, but instead her warm hands moving slowly up my inner thighs. They then met at my crotch to grip the base of my shaft and engage in a steady, massage.
Next, the feel of her warm hands were replaced by the unmistakable feel of her even warmer, wet mouth at the tip. She then moved down to enclose the entire head and moved further still, down the length of my shaft. I swallowed. So far, so good.
But I’d relaxed too soon, because then came the sound of the ice rattling around the bowl as she reached in. She pulled her mouth off of me and I was left waiting for the chill I knew was coming.
I shook my head, wondering how I let her sucker me into acting out one of her wild scenes again. But we both knew why. I loved the hell out of that woman and wasn’t sure if there was anything I could deny her. At least, not in the name of research.
And sure enough, seconds later, the chill came as she ran a piece of ice from the base of my shaft, up along the side, up over the tip and back down the other side of the shaft. Tremors shook my entire body as the cold consumed me.
“Can you tell me what you feel?” she asked
“Cold...ice fucking cold.”
“Kent…” she said, slight annoyance in her tone.
I knew what she needed. She wanted the detailed, literary description of what I was feeling. But shit, my teeth were chattering.
I blew out a breath and pushed through, forcing myself to think straight. “Okay, okay,” I said, committing to being a good sport. I’d promised to help her, so I’d do my best to get out whatever I could. “It’s um....the cold, is the most obvious. It has like a...a numbing effect. And the sensation spreads as the ice melts and drips…” I shuddered again unable to ignore the chill that now made the hairs on my arms and legs stand at attention. But she needed more, so I kept going. “It...it was a stark difference from your mouth on me before. The shifting from one extreme to another, whew…” I said, shuddering again.
“Yeah?” she said.
“Umm-hmm,” was all I could muster between my lips which I’d pressed tightly together to stop the chattering.
But thankfully she had mercy on me, because soon after I felt the warmth from her hands covering and sliding up and down my water-slick cock. I relaxed my head back into the sofa cushions, getting lost in the sensation.
“Now,” I continued, “...I feel your hands. They’re warm and slowly eliminating the coolness.” I stopped my explanation though when I heard the rattle of the colliding ice again. “Oh shit,” I said aloud, dreading another round of her experimentation.
“Keep your eyes closed, hon,” she insisted.
I complied to her demand, but it was getting harder to do. Just waiting for her to make contact was torture. But when she finally did, speech eluded me. I was too caught up in the new, odd sensation. Cold lips wrapped tightly around me again and when I felt her tongue swirl the ice cube around my shaft, a weird mixture of warm and cold enveloped me. A tingling sensation raced up my spine to the base of my head and seemed to spread along my entire skull. Bright light flashed behind my tightly closed lids as I became lost in the weirdly pleasurable sensation. She was taking me on a numbing, warming, mind-blowing ride.
Cool liquid dripped from her lips down my shaft and between my legs onto the sofa. Her mouth was wetter than ever and the wet noises she made as she worked me were more intense than ever, only adding to my excitement.
“How’s it feel, hon?” she asked when she’d pulled up. Her hands continued kneading my cock as she awaited my answer.
“Good,” I breathed out. “It’s good.”
“It’s like...an electric current...flowing up...all over. And…” Her noisy slurping as she pulled me into her mouth to suck me again stopped my description mid-sentence. But there’s no way she could expect me to speak when she was doing that.
And then suddenly, she stopped. I waited. Would I get more of the ice, just as her oral massage was starting to warm me up again? I was dying to open my eyes to sneak a peak, but I was a good research participant. I wouldn’t cheat.
Soon enough, though, I had my answer when I felt the sofa cushions sink under her weight and her soft legs against mine as she straddled me. I felt her hot pussy press against me, hovering and barely touching the tip of my cock. She circled slowly, teasing me as she kept her movements shallow. “Jeez, baby. It is cold,” she said, grabbing on to my shoulders. Then, without warning, she dropped down, completely engulfing me in her warmth.
I put my hands around her waist, and felt her shiver beneath my grip and her body shake with her gasps.
“You know what I feel?” she asked hoarsely.
“What?” I croaked out.
“It’s like an arctic cold, at the center of my core, that stretches and expands. But…” she said, speaking between pants, moving faster on me, “it’s warming slowly…from the friction.”
I let out a loud sigh, her words turning me on, making me harder than ever before. But when she lifted off of me, I groaned in protest. This time, I opened my eyes to look at her. “Why’d you stop?”
“Lie down for me,” she said.
I wasted no time lying across the sofa, my cock pulsing as she moved toward me. She turned her back to me and straddled me. Sandie got into position and lowered herself down, beginning a slow ride.
“Tell me what you feel now. Tell me everything,” she panted out. “What you see, how it feels.”
Was she kidding? Talk now?
But shit, I’d promised.
“God...wet, baby. It’s so wet, and when you ride me like that, and I can see myself going in and out of you, there’s nothing sexier.”
“Yeah?” she encouraged. “And?”
“And the sounds we make together...it...nothing turns me on more.”
She leaned forward, gripping my ankles as she stroked. “And…?” she said, a moan ripping from her throat as she dropped down, her pussy swallowing my entire shaft.
“And the way your ass spreads when you do that...shit baby…” I said, unable to take the slow build. I needed more, faster, now. I tightened my hold on her hips and dictated our speed, moving her faster. “When you do that baby, you make me want to give it to you.”
She turned to smile back at me, looking through passion-heavy lids. Sandie was the picture of beauty and seduction. “Please do, hon. Please give it to me.”
Her go-ahead was all I needed. Research was over. It was time to implement the real deal. Sandie sat up straight, her hands on my thighs as I held her and pumped her until I could feel the deepest place inside her meeting my cock. Our bodies moved together, as we both became lost in the incessant, frantic speed.
The coolness from before was gone as our internal shared fire took us over the edge until we both found climax together.
Sandie fell forward onto my legs, and I caressed the round curve of her hip and ass while trying to catch my own breath.
Then out of nowhere I heard her laughter. “What’s funny?” I asked.
“You. I’m thinking about your reaction to the ice.”
I gave her a playful swat on the ass. “That’s funny to you, huh?”
She nodded and squealed when I gave her another playful slap. She rubbed the reddened area, giving me an exaggerated pout. “Ow…”
“All I know is I better see that in your next story.”
“What if I told you I didn’t really plan to use it, I just wanted to try it out on you, to see what you’d do.”
“What?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
She laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding.”
I relaxed, caressing the sole of her foot with a finger. “But you know, you don’t have to pretend it’s research to get me to try something, right?”
She lay between my legs, hugging me close to her chest and kissed my shin. “I know, hon. I know.”
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.