Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales (5 page)

"Not too shabby for a housewife," she said grinning.

Simone went back to the kitchen. "Ooooh, Mommy pretty!" said awestruck Rose.

"Thank you, princess!" Simone replied, delighted, bending to kiss the top of Rose's head.

Simone went to retrieve the Horny Corn. She stood considering the prettily wrapped package. She had thought about eating the popcorn with Des, but worried he'd laugh at her. She decided she felt compelled to eat the popcorn right then. He wasn't the one who needed the mojo anyway.

Simone gently untied the red ribbons and
unwrapped the red and pink heart paper to find an unpopped pack of popcorn, and a bottle containing what appeared to be some sort of spicy oil. Simone popped the popcorn, reserving a small bowl of the corn for Rose without the magical oil. The rest, she tossed in the aromatic oil.

"We have popcorn for breakfast, mommy?" Rose asked excitedly.

Simone giggled. "Yep, today we do," she replied, serving the plain popcorn to Rose.

Simone placed a piece of Horny Corn on her tongue. It had a spicy, exotic flavor that made her tongue tingle. She grinned as she ate four more pieces in quick succession. She found herself wishing Des were home for reasons other than the usual just generally missing him.

Throughout the morning, Simone snacked on the bowl of popcorn while she played with Rose. She was invigorated with a vibrant energy she hadn't known for ages. She picked up the house and took Rose for a long bike ride. She couldn't get Des off her mind.

Simone wore Rose out by noon and laid her down for her nap. She picked up her cell phone, fingertips tingling at just the thought of texting her husband. She posed herself and snapped a photo with the phone then attached it to a message.

"Des, I'd like to suck you off" she typed, then hit send, her cheeks flaming red. She didn't expect to hear back from him anytime soon, but she thrilled as she imagined the look on his face and his body's reaction to her message.

Simone slipped into her bed and opened the drawer of her night stand where she retrieved a small pink vibrator. Her breath was already rapid as she considered the object that had done nothing but gather dust for a long time. Her heart raced. She felt flushed. She was warm all over her body. She soaked up the shady quiet of the dark bedroom.

Simone felt purely naughty as she slipped off the thong she was wearing and slowly drew up her skirt, but she knew she had to unleash something that had been trapped inside her for too long.

Nervously, Simone touched
herself. Her skin was hot to the touch and her muscles contracted sweetly at the very slightest contact. She found herself already wet and wanting.

She began to relax as she spread her legs and massaged her clit, a soft moan escaping her red lips. She switched on the vibrator and exalted at the low buzzing sound. She knew she could give herself a thundering orgasm quickly. As she applied the tiny nubs on the tip of the twirling vibrator to her clit, she got lost.

Until she heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Holy fuck, Des!"
She exclaimed, scrambling to cover herself.

Her husband stood in the bedroom doorway, his eyes on fire, body poised to pounce. "Don't stop," he murmured.

Simone blushed furiously once again, pulling more covers around her. "Des, what are you doing here?" she asked, nearly dead from the humiliation.

His lips parted a fraction. "A man gets a text that a gorgeous woman wants to put her red
red lips on his cock, he comes home," Des said in a sultry growl. He advanced toward the bed and yanked the covers away. "Now, don't stop."

"Des…" she protested bashfully.

He took a couple more steps and jerked her dress back up and spread her legs. "Simone, make yourself come. I want to watch. Do it now," he demanded in a voice barely above a whisper. The heat in her stare matched his as she turned the vibrator back on.

Simone reclined into the pillows as she connected the vibrator once more with her throbbing center. She was possibly more turned on than ever in her life, and she knew she'd oblige her husband easily.

She swirled the vibrating object against her slick clit slowly, clenching her eyes shut as the friction within her built. She became hot and felt ready to lose control. She writhed beneath the feelings and as she felt her orgasm coming, she resisted the urge to pull the vibrator away and then the muscles spasmed and the ecstasy flowed as she leaned her head back keening and gasping.

"Oh, fuck," Des whispered
frantically undoing his pants and letting them fall, exposing a long, rock hard shaft. Before the last waves of her blinding orgasm had even rolled away, he was straddling her face and she wrapped her red lips around his huge cock. She moaned against him as she feverishly sucked and he rocked his hips, thrusting back and forth into her mouth.

He braced himself against the wall. "Oh baby, oh Simone, good girl, baby, good girl," he moaned. She felt him grow even harder in her mouth and suddenly he pulled out. He moved in a fluid motion, pulling her up and onto her knees. He pulled her dress up and pushed her down onto all fours, not hesitating before plunging himself deep inside her.

"Oh, Des!" she cried.

"I love that red lip stick," he purred. Then he began to thrust. Over and over he slammed into her at a frantic pace until he came as quickly as she had.

***

Simone lay naked in Des' arms, both of them laughing at their elicit naptime tryst. "What's gotten into you, baby," he asked, nuzzling her long neck.

Simone smiled mysteriously. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Des kissed her tenderly.
"Alright, woman. Keep your secrets. Whatever it is, I love it."

He dressed and returned to work.

***

Thursday evening, Simone left the kids with Des at bedtime to run to the grocery store. She wandered up and down the aisles, gathering the items on her list. As she dropped a loaf of bread into her cart, she got a text alert and saw it was from Des.

"I want to wreck your pussy."

Simone shuddered and felt herself become wet right there among the wheat and whole grains. Demure housewife or not, there was nothing hotter than a dirty text from Desmond Miller. She rushed to check out and was soon sliding the car into the garage.

Buzzing with anticipation, Simone gathered some bags of groceries and drifted into the house. Everything was quiet except for Led Zeppelin playing softly somewhere. It was also dark except for flickering candles that cast a seductive glow and heavenly fragrance. Simone set the sacks on the counter and looked around silently. She expected Des to pounce on her, but there was no sign of him. After a moment, she shrugged and returned to the garage for the rest of the groceries. She reentered the kitchen and placed the last of the groceries next to the other sacks on the stove. She peered around once more, and then began putting away the groceries, enjoying the sense of wondering what was going on.

Des slipped into the kitchen like a thief. She was unaware of him until he was against her, his hands on her arms. She sighed as he brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck.

Des turned her around and covered her lips with his own. She closed her eyes and gave her mouth freely to his exploring tongue. As he kissed her, he slowly reached beneath her skirt and pulled down her G-string. She began to tremble as he shoved groceries aside and lifted her effortlessly, her ass hot against the cold glass of the flat top stove.

His eyes burned into hers as he put his hands between her knees and gently spread them. He never took his eyes off hers as he traced fingers down the inside of her legs, gripping her calves and spreading her as open as she could go. "Oh, Des," she murmured.

Only then did he look away as he lowered himself to his knees and pulled her forward so that she was perched on the edge of the stove.

He licked her inner thighs while keeping her legs spread. She strained against his hands, shy about her openness, but he only spread her further. He gently kissed and licked, teasing her relentlessly. She threw her head back, feeling weak, trembling against his control.

"I want you to come on my face," Des growled. Simone moaned.

He swirled the tip of his tongue torturously along the edge of her swollen clit and in and out of her exposed crevices of pleasure. He moaned too as he tasted her wetness. As he continued to tantalize her clit, devilishly ignoring her wanton opening, she began to whimper. Her insides were flickering like the candles all around her and she could feel her pleasure building. "Des, please," she finally begged.

Des closed his lips over her cunt, alternating licking and sucking until she was rocked by an explosive orgasm and he savored her creamy juices, finally freeing her legs to cup her ass and bury his face in her.

Des leapt up taking his wife in his arms and carrying her to the dining room. Simone was one electrified nerve ending, every sensation threatening to send her plummeting right back over the edge. He set her gently on her feet next to the table where she stood impatiently waiting to see what he had in store next. She watched with wide eyes as he disrobed and exposed his perfect thick, long object of her most intense desire.

Des took her shoulders and gently pushed her face down onto the table, the wood cool against her hot flesh. He took her hands and directed her arms over her head, linking her fingers over the table's opposite edge. "Hold on, love," Des whispered in her ear, sending a shiver through all the parts of her his hard body was touching.

Des put his hands on her hips and hitched her up just slightly. He took his time easing into her. Despite the extraordinary slickness from the juices of her passion, Simone was tight and small for his extensive cock. He slid slowly into her. Then he lifted her legs, taking her feet off the floor, and wrapping them around his waist. She cried out as his total control and the new position blissfully activated her g spot.

"Don't let go, love," he growled, "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you…"

Simone's eyes
slammed shut as Des hammered into her. She relished the friction of her breasts smashing and rubbing against the table top. She rocked her own hips as much as she could to meet his driving pumps. They established a flawless rhythm and he laced fingers of one hand into her hair, and gently tugged her head back.

She was helpless as he exploded within her, triggering her own violent release.

***

The following Monday evening, Blade was in a play at school. Des dressed in a black polo and very appealing kakis which was a rare wardrobe choice for him. Simone noticed him watching her as she slid into a short black skirt, and a skimpy black top that snapped up the front and hugged her full bosom deliciously. She took her time sliding on thigh high stockings and slipping into her black, stiletto heels.

She grinned at him suggestively. "You like, lover?" she asked, greedy for all indications of approval from Des.

Des nodded, obviously rattled. "Yes. You make a gorgeous slutty housewife," he marveled. She chuckled, feeling somehow in control.

Des and Simone dropped Rose off at Des' mom's and took Blade to the school. They settled into seats in the auditorium and didn't wait long before the lights fell and the show began.

Simone slid her hand discreetly between Des' hard thighs. She felt him tense at her touch, alarmed that she was copping a feel at a Kindergarten play. But, that didn't stop her from massaging his rapidly responsive cock.

After the show was in progress for about fifteen minutes, Simone leaned into her poor husband who by then was in a delicate way, so that he could hear her whispered voice and see her face in spite of the darkness.

"I'm going to the little girl's room,
Des," she said seductively. She winked and licked her lips, seeing from the spark in his eyes that he got the message.

Simone slipped out of the auditorium and clicked down the hall to the bathroom, which was quite literally a "little girl's room." It was lined with tiny stalls, tiny potties, and tiny sinks. She felt superbly dirty, appraising this bathroom as plenty clean enough for her to seduce her husband. She slipped into a stall and waited.

It wasn't long before she heard the door open. "Baby?" she heard Des whisper. "Where are you?"

Simone poked a black patent leather toe out from underneath the stall door and he slipped inside the cramped space with her, throwing the lock as he entered.

"You're naughty," he murmured smiling wickedly.

She didn't speak. She just closed the lid on the toilet and then maneuvered him to sit on it. He obliged with a groan as she straddled his lap backwards, unfastening his pants and freeing his fully erect dick. Because the little kid potty sat so low to the to the ground and the space was so cramped, she had to double over to get her mouth around his waiting cock which left him with full access to her hot, wet pussy.

"Oh, fuck yes," Des moaned. He slid her miniscule skirt up around her waist and jerked aside the flimsy material of her G-string. As she took his cock as far as she could, he licked her roughly from cunt to ass.

Simone pulled away from him and spun around, straddling him again and casting herself down onto his shaft. He moaned as she ground and rocked her hips fucking him close to oblivion.