My story, Making It 'Write' is about Jill and Owen Carpenter and the challenges they face once Jill takes the plunge and becomes a spanking fiction author. The biggest challenge is Owen's rule about privacy and secrecy.
Another challenge for Jill is the fact that her writing makes her horny. In this scene, she leaves her work in progress in order to find her husband and get some relief. Enjoy!
She pressed the cool glass of iced tea against her forehead. The air conditioning was cranked and her own nipples pressed against the white tank she wore, though whether from the cold air or her own writing, she was unsure.
She returned the beverage to her desk and went in search of Owen. She found him in his office, deep in thought while he worked on lesson plans for the next school year. She went and stood near him, hands clasped behind her back.
When he did not notice her, she cleared her throat.
“I know you’re there,” he said, not looking up from his task. “I am teaching you patience.”
Jill wiggled in place and pressed her thighs together, enjoying the pressure the action created against her sex. How could she be patient when she was burning up with need?
Was it wrong that he could always tell when she was writing a sex scene? And was it even worse that he purposely hung around the house when he knew she was?
Although he’d been surprised when Jill told him that she’d written a book and that it was going to be published, he was very proud of her. Thinking back to the day she met him at the door with a bottle of champagne and news that the kids were staying with their grandmother, he smiled at the memory of how very excited and proud she had been. And horny. Apparently writing got not just her creative juices flowing.
Since then he’d seen a new spark in her for everything in life and he wondered at this new aspect of his wife that blossomed before his eyes.
Owen always asked about her plans for the day’s writing. Fortunately, she wrote sex scenes about every two days and that suited him just fine.
This must be a good one because she was a quivering mass of desire waiting as patiently as she could for his attention.
“Have you been writing?” he asked, working the muscles of his lips to keep from smiling.
“Y-yes,” she said. She licked her lips and when he stared at the rosy tips of her breasts poking through her thin tank top, she drew her shoulders back to focus his attention there. As though he needed any help.
“Did you finish your writing for the day?” he asked, all innocence.
“No,” she said. “I needed a break.”
“I suppose sitting at the computer for a long time makes you want to get up and walk around. Would you like to go for a walk? We could go to the park?”
“No, it’s not a walk that I need.” She said and he watched her rub her thighs together.
“What do you need, my little writer wife?”
“I need you to fuck me. Please.”
Were sweeter words ever spoken? He put away what he had been working on and gave his full attention to his wife.
“You appear to be in pretty desperate need.”
“What brought this on?”
“I was writing a spanking scene and I got turned on.”
“I guess it’s a pretty good scene.”
“Seems that way.”
“And so you’re saying that if I had sex with you now, I’d be doing my part to support your writing career?”
“You are a very supportive husband,” she said, unbuttoning the cut-off denim shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass. She slid the zipper down and he could see the lacy pink triangle that covered her mound.
Since Jill had begun writing, her lingerie had taken a decidedly sexy turn and he definitely approved. The tiny denim shorts slid down the length of her toned legs and pooled around her bare feet.
She stepped out of the shorts and pulled the skimpy white tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor as she stepped toward him. Her breasts, unencumbered by a bra, swayed with her movements and he felt a definite strain against his zipper.
His wife stood before him, her hands clasped in front of her mound which in turn, forced her breasts together in a luscious way that made him think about having both peaks in his mouth at once, his tongue swirling back and forth over the pebbled nubs. He licked his lips at the thought.
Jill looked down at the floor, then up at him through her lashes, innocent as you please. “Please Owen, put me out of my misery. I need you. I need a good fucking.” She slid her fingers around to the almost non-existent waistband of her thong and slid the wisp of lacy fabric down her thighs and onto the floor.
He watched, barely able to contain himself, as she opened the folds of her sex and stroked across the wetness there. “Can’t you see how much I need you? Your big cock. Fucking me. Like the naughty girl I am. Please?”
To Be Continued....come back tomorrow for more from this scene.