thigh.
“It’s going to burn.” He smacked her again. She arched into
him, offering her neck to his mouth.
Royce eased away. “Roll the window down, then close the
door.”
Heart thrumming in time with her swelling clitoris, Jill did
as he’d ordered. She tossed her purse to the passenger seat, then turned with a
smile as she closed the door and leaned against it. Her smile faltered when she
saw the willow switch in his hand. Her gaze stayed riveted to it, mind shutting
down while blood drained to her crotch.
“Willow is the traditional gift for a ninth anniversary.”
Royce sliced the switch through the air.
Jill’s breath caught. Her ass could already feel the stroke
upon it. Her thighs quivered.
“I couldn’t resist traditional. It took me a while to find
the perfect switch, but I think this will do nicely.” Another swish, this one
so close the hairs on her arm lifted. She stifled a groan.
“Bend over into the window. For this you may leave your
skirt down. We wouldn’t want to wear your ass out too quickly.” Amusement laced
his words. “After all, we have the whole weekend to re-bond and it’s been a bit
since we’ve had the luxury of a good session.”
Jill stuck her head through the window, bending over as far
as she could. Pussy juices leaked down her thighs despite her pantyhose. It was
only going to get worse. Her clit was so swollen the least touch would set her
off. Every stroke across her backside was going to make it worse. Jill looked
forward to each one, to the fire racing across her ass.
A swish warned her. Contact took her breath away.
Royce gave her no time to recover. Quick, methodical strokes set her ass
ablaze. Her head buzzed, body drifted into another zone. All too soon, the
delicious punishment ended.
“Nine, love,” Royce said. “One for every year we’ve been
married.” He rubbed his hand over her hot ass. “I know you want more.” Jill’s
whimper and wiggle answered for her. “Don’t worry.” His voice brushed over her
ear. “The modern gift for a ninth anniversary is leather. Wait ‘til you see
what I’ve got for you.” He helped her up as she stood. He flicked open her
jacket button, then stripped the sleeves down her arms.
“I love how hard your nipples are.” He brushed his palm over
one. It thrust through bra and blouse. “Don’t they look tempting?”
Puzzled, Jill frowned. Royce smiled and turned her around.
There he stood—six-feet-four inches of hard male dressed in jeans and a white
t-shirt. An equally impressive cock swelled his jeans. The man Jill had
nicknamed “Well Hung” when they met six years ago. The man who’d since become
their pediatrician—Ken Walker.
Adonis—aka Jerry Spicer, CPA—would be lurking somewhere too.
Most likely waiting in the house since she couldn’t see him. He’d always been a
part of their play in the past. She hoped that was true today. Jill never asked
how Royce had initially found the men all those years ago. She didn’t care. One
never questioned the cost of a present. The four of them had reconnected a few
times since then. Somehow Royce always managed to surprise her. Just like he
had now, right when she needed it most.
Ken’s thick, dark hair was swept back, blue eyes narrowed to
her breasts. “I want to suck her tits.”
The scene was definitely in play. Jill locked their
nicknames in place.
Royce wrapped one arm around her waist. “Give them a good,
hard suck.” He unbuttoned her blouse with his free hand, peeling the edges back
for Well Hung.
Big hands reached for her breasts. He hooked his fingers in
the cups and yanked down the bra. Nipples perched high and hard. They shook
with every pant. Jill forced her feet to remain on the concrete floor and not
locked around his waist so she could rub her clit over his erection. No doubt
that would earn her a good spanking. She relished the opportunity. Then he
latched on to her breast and sucked.
Jill groaned and pushed her breast into his
“It’s going to burn.” He smacked her again. She arched into
him, offering her neck to his mouth.
Royce eased away. “Roll the window down, then close the
door.”
Heart thrumming in time with her swelling clitoris, Jill did
as he’d ordered. She tossed her purse to the passenger seat, then turned with a
smile as she closed the door and leaned against it. Her smile faltered when she
saw the willow switch in his hand. Her gaze stayed riveted to it, mind shutting
down while blood drained to her crotch.
“Willow is the traditional gift for a ninth anniversary.”
Royce sliced the switch through the air.
Jill’s breath caught. Her ass could already feel the stroke
upon it. Her thighs quivered.
“I couldn’t resist traditional. It took me a while to find
the perfect switch, but I think this will do nicely.” Another swish, this one
so close the hairs on her arm lifted. She stifled a groan.
“Bend over into the window. For this you may leave your
skirt down. We wouldn’t want to wear your ass out too quickly.” Amusement laced
his words. “After all, we have the whole weekend to re-bond and it’s been a bit
since we’ve had the luxury of a good session.”
Jill stuck her head through the window, bending over as far
as she could. Pussy juices leaked down her thighs despite her pantyhose. It was
only going to get worse. Her clit was so swollen the least touch would set her
off. Every stroke across her backside was going to make it worse. Jill looked
forward to each one, to the fire racing across her ass.
A swish warned her. Contact took her breath away.
Royce gave her no time to recover. Quick, methodical strokes set her ass
ablaze. Her head buzzed, body drifted into another zone. All too soon, the
delicious punishment ended.
“Nine, love,” Royce said. “One for every year we’ve been
married.” He rubbed his hand over her hot ass. “I know you want more.” Jill’s
whimper and wiggle answered for her. “Don’t worry.” His voice brushed over her
ear. “The modern gift for a ninth anniversary is leather. Wait ‘til you see
what I’ve got for you.” He helped her up as she stood. He flicked open her
jacket button, then stripped the sleeves down her arms.
“I love how hard your nipples are.” He brushed his palm over
one. It thrust through bra and blouse. “Don’t they look tempting?”
Puzzled, Jill frowned. Royce smiled and turned her around.
There he stood—six-feet-four inches of hard male dressed in jeans and a white
t-shirt. An equally impressive cock swelled his jeans. The man Jill had
nicknamed “Well Hung” when they met six years ago. The man who’d since become
their pediatrician—Ken Walker.
Adonis—aka Jerry Spicer, CPA—would be lurking somewhere too.
Most likely waiting in the house since she couldn’t see him. He’d always been a
part of their play in the past. She hoped that was true today. Jill never asked
how Royce had initially found the men all those years ago. She didn’t care. One
never questioned the cost of a present. The four of them had reconnected a few
times since then. Somehow Royce always managed to surprise her. Just like he
had now, right when she needed it most.
Ken’s thick, dark hair was swept back, blue eyes narrowed to
her breasts. “I want to suck her tits.”
The scene was definitely in play. Jill locked their
nicknames in place.
Royce wrapped one arm around her waist. “Give them a good,
hard suck.” He unbuttoned her blouse with his free hand, peeling the edges back
for Well Hung.
Big hands reached for her breasts. He hooked his fingers in
the cups and yanked down the bra. Nipples perched high and hard. They shook
with every pant. Jill forced her feet to remain on the concrete floor and not
locked around his waist so she could rub her clit over his erection. No doubt
that would earn her a good spanking. She relished the opportunity. Then he
latched on to her breast and sucked.
Jill groaned and pushed her breast into his
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