Hitting the Wall (L)

Elizabeth entered the house after a long day at work and threw her bags to the ground. “Well, that day sucked!”

Michael silently handed her a much-needed martini and occasionally nodded as she vented about the latest ordeals she had to face at work. M had to stop himself several times from interjecting, knowing Elizabeth just needed him to listen, not fix anything. As E told him of the latest unpleasantness, he couldn’t help but notice she was wearing the new dress he had bought for her, the one with the zipper in the front. Damn, she was hot! M remembered why he had purchased this particular dress in the first place, and his mind began to drift.

“Focus,” he reminded himself and turned all his attention back to Elizabeth and her latest torture story.

As she started to relax and let go of the daily grind, they both began to prep for dinner. The kids were away for the weekend, so it was just the two of them, a rare treat. As they worked together to prep, E bent down to grab a pot from the bottom shelf.  The move and position did not go unnoticed. Elizabeth had a great ass. She would deny it, but the sight of her ass alone could make Michael stand at attention.

As E turned around, she saw him looking at her and smiled. Indicating the growing bulge in his pants, she asked, “And what do you plan on doing with that?”

“Oh, I can think of one or two things,” he replied.

She laughed and started to walk back to the bedroom, saying she wanted to change into some more comfortable before finishing dinner.

As he watched her walk away, Michael had an idea. He quickly caught up and spun her around to face him. Before she could speak, he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her.

Elizabeth enjoyed the kiss; it had been a long day, and this was a pleasant surprise. But after a few moments, she put her hands on his chest and began to push him away gently.

Michael had other plans, though. He pressed himself against Elizabeth, pinning her to the wall, and continued kissing her passionately. The force of his body against hers and the hunger of his kiss was enough to change Elizabeth’s mind. As he kissed her, M slowly unzipped the front zipper and slid his hand inside and over her breast.

Not wanting to be outdone, Elizabeth undid his belt buckle and started to unbutton his pants. As she slid her hand in to grab his stiff cock, Michael decided to return the favor by sliding her skirt up and letting his hand slip into the front of her increasingly wet lace panties. They continued to devour each other, kissing and groping like two sex-starved lovers. M was quickly reaching the point of no return and could feel that E was definitely aroused as well.

Without saying a word, he spun his hot wife around and gently pressed her up against the wall.

“Trust me,” he whispered, pressing her against the wall a little harder with one hand, as he pulled down her panties with the other. Slowly he slid the tip of his cock into her wet pussy while leaning into her, asking, “what do you want?”

“You,” she replied. 

“You want me to do what?”

“You know.” 

“No, I don’t. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” 

Michael slid his cock out of her just a bit and Elizabeth gasped. 

“I want you inside of me. Now. Stop teasing and fuck me!”

That was all he needed to hear. Michael slid himself into Elizabeth, pressing her up against the wall. The build-up had left them both hot and ready, and he quickly began to pick up the pace, thrusting his cock faster and harder into her wonderfully wet pussy. M slid one hand into the front of E’s dress and pinched her nipple.

She moaned with pleasure and slid her hand down and started to rub her clit. “Harder,” she gasped.

Michael grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her with lustful abandon, almost lifting her off the ground. Elizabeth braced herself against the wall, matching his movements.

“Oh fuck, Michael, don’t stop. Fuck, yes, fuck. Ohhh, yes!” She felt M’s breath quicken, as days of pent up desire exploded into her.  Elizabeth’s own orgasm quickly followed, covering her body with waves of electric pleasure, washing away all the bad thoughts about her day.

They stood against the wall for a moment, Michael still inside of her now dripping pussy. He leaned in, gently kissing her neck and whispered, “So, what’s for dessert?”

Elizabeth looked back, smiling, and replied, “Why don’t we go take a shower and figure that out.”