Now She Likes It Rough

Fbailey story number 275


Now She Likes It Rough


At thirty-five years old my wife looks like a teenager’s wet dream. She is very pretty, nicely built, and has absolutely no stretch marks from childbirth. She has the perfect 36C-24-34 body of a love goddess. She has an hourglass shape. With her dark blonde hair down to her waist, her long legs that go all the way up, and her smile she turns heads wherever we go. In a tight T-shirt, tight jeans, and a pair of high heels no one can resist looking at her.

We have two daughters that are four and five years old. My mother-in-law lives just a few doors down the street, and she always says that she can baby sit for us anytime, and that she loves doing it too. So about once a week we go out to dinner and a movie for our ‘alone’ time.

Then one day right after our tenth wedding anniversary my wife said to me, “I want our sex to be rough, spontaneous, and exciting. I don’t want to know when, where, or how you will take me as long as you take me.”

Now that was certainly something different. I had no idea what had led up to that remark. I was thinking about questioning her, psychoanalyzing her, or trying to figure out want brought this on…then I decided to just say ‘fuck it’ and enjoy myself. So of course I replied, “Okay.” Then I smiled at her as if to make her wonder what I was up too.

I walked into the kitchen, looked in the refrigerator, and found a can of whipped cream. I walked up behind her as she sat in her favorite chair in the living room. Our two daughters were lying on the floor at her feet watching television. I just leaned over her kissing her neck as I did so and then I shoved the nozzle of that can down her neckline and bent to nozzle. The shock on her face was priceless. She let out a scream that attracted the attention of our daughters who started laughing hysterically. Her dress was expanding from all of the foam. She shouted out that it was cold and tried to push my hands away but I didn’t give up until the can started spitting and sputtering. Then I just grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs to our bedroom.

She started to get out of her dress but I just pushed her onto the bed, lifted the bottom of her dress up covering her face, and then pulled her panties completely off. I pulled my cock out of my pants and shoved it right into her pussy. When my chest pressed onto the whip cream bulge it fluffed up onto her neck, chin, and her pillow.

She started to scold me about making a mess that she would have to clean up. I grabbed a handful of whipped cream and filled her mouth with it and held my hand there. Then I repeated her statement, “I want our sex to be rough, spontaneous, and exciting.” With that said I released her mouth and grabbed both of her breasts in my hands and kneaded them as I fucked into her just as roughly as I could. Soon I was forcing her dress up higher and higher until I got to her bra. Then I pushed her bra up with her dress until it was lodged under her armpits. I rubbed that whipped cream all over her exposed body and pinched her nipples knowing that she didn’t like it and that they were super sensitive, especially the week before her period was to start…like now. Every time she cried out I shoved my cock into her harder. I have to admit it, I was very excited, and I cum like crazy. I didn’t care if she had an orgasm or not but as it turned out she did and she enjoyed it too. We took a shower together and then I helped her change the bed.

That night while lying in bed she tried to add some ground rules to the game. I simply reminded her of what she had said. “I want our sex to be rough, spontaneous, and exciting. I don’t want to know when, where, or how you will take me as long as you take me.” There were no more rules…period!

The next day at work I thought about what I could do to my wife. She is a secretary at a company not too far away from where I work so I called her up and told her to be at her front door at about five minutes after noon and that I would take her to lunch. When I arrived and she had gotten in the car I told her to slip her panties off as I drove away. She looked at me for a moment and then she lifted her fanny up off the seat and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She pulled her panties down to her knees and then pushed them down to her ankles. She picked them up, held them up to my nose, and then hung them on my rearview mirror. I was very pleased. She also left her skirt up around her waist and spread her knees for me. I reached over and poked my fingers between her legs. She was very wet. As I massaged her clit she tilted the seat back until it was almost flat.

I just drove to the far corner of her parking lot and looked for security cameras. Upon not seeing any cameras I backed in between two big vans for some protection from being caught. I lowered my pants and my underwear and then I rolled over on top of her. My wife wrapped her legs around me and gave me encouragement. It was much calmer than the whipped cream incident the night before. That was actually quite daring for us even though we were semi concealed. I fucked into her at a nice steady pace. I kissed her constantly because I loved her so much. She rubbed my back through my dress shirt and I just held onto the seat. When I cum in her she released her fluids too from her orgasm. Together our combined fluids ran down onto my passenger seat and started to soak in. I didn’t even care.

When I rolled back over behind the steering wheel she cleaned herself up with some left over Burger King napkins and then she asked me if we were really going to eat lunch. I handed her a can of soda and a box of donuts that I had gotten at the Convenience Store on the way over. She laughed.

We sat in the car and ate as we talked. When I drove out from between the two vans and headed toward the building I looked in my rearview mirror. A woman got out of one of the vans. I smiled wondering if she had seen us. She probably had. What did she think about it? I decided to tell my wife about her and then I drove past her entrance and back around the parking lot to point the woman out to her. She said that she didn’t know her so I told her to find out who she was. I dropped her off at her door just ahead of the woman and then went back to work myself.

That evening at home she told me that the woman’s name was Jill, that she was a secretary too in another department, and that she had a reputation for being loose. I told my wife to invite her to go out to dinner with us on Friday.