Waisted Story: Corporate Wife

It’s been a hell of a week. One of those that I am not sure if being boss babe in corporate America is worth it. Projects were due, contracts had to be negotiated, and my phone rang at odd hours of the night because our international partners wanted to meet.

The family has kept me busy too. Between school, work, and their extracurricular activities, I am completely drained. As I walked towards the house, my mental checklist is still being catalogued as I hope I hadn’t dropped the ball on anything important. For a home with 3 boisterous children (2 of them teenagers), it was way too quiet when I opened the front door. The smell of food was my first welcome. Dinner was going to be amazing!

The Ring alarm chimed, and I expected one of the children to rush up to me with complaints. Instead, my LOML came out of the kitchen. I shivered in anticipation as he walked toward me. He is so FINE and all MINE.

“Hey Princess.”

He shut the door, slid my heavy purse off my shoulder, and pushed me against the side wall. His mouth on mine was always welcome. He kissed me like he missed me. All tongue and heavy breathing, hands roaming to make sure there were no lost parts since the last time he saw me, and a passion that remains even after being married for so long. By the time we parted, his thigh was between my legs and I was definitely no longer thinking about my busy week.

 “Work week done? Can we turn off the phones?”

I considered for a second and nodded, still breathless. It can all wait till Monday (or maybe late Sunday depending on if my executive assistant calls).

 “Where are the children?”

They have learned to give us 15 minutes of privacy when either of us gets home. The welcome home kiss is for mature audiences only.

“They are spending the weekend with my parents. We need the time.”

“Really? That’s great.”

I made a mental note to get a gift for my in-laws for taking them for the WHOLE weekend.

“They know that we both had a crazy week and need to de-stress with no distractions.”

He nudged me with his lower body. I laughed because I know precisely how he would prefer to de-stress.

“I’m going to take a shower and get ready for dinner.”

I detangled myself from him and walk away. He smacked my butt and headed back into the kitchen. Halfway up the stairs, he yelled out.

“Wear the dress!”

I smiled in anticipation. The dress is a long black mesh number I found online. I should have bought more than one because I cannot find it anywhere now. The dress leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Tonight, I paired it with some bright red lingerie and carefully arranged my TeMi Beads waistbeads in layers.  I checked out the final look in the mirror and nodded approvingly.

I looked amazing and he whistled when I made it back to the kitchen. Then he took off his shirt and pants. To be fair. So I could have some eye candy too.

We ate dinner and drank wine.  We talked about our week for closure, about the children, and caught up on anything we may have missed with the business. It was our way to close the box and clear the air.

At some point, he had my legs on his thighs and started rubbing my bare feet. He knew this was one of my weak points. Touch is my main love language, and he uses it A LOT.

“Feel better?”

“Ummmm…yes”.

The touch changed from soothing to sensual. His hands roamed up higher and pushed the dress up too.

“Want a massage? The house is empty. My plan is to make love to you all night long. You can scream all you want to.”

 “Yes. The house is empty. My plan is to make love to you all night long. You can scream all you want to.”

I felt my juices stir and my thighs clenched in response. It had been a while since we were in an empty home. With different rooms to play in. The possibilities had me excited.

I stood up slowly and started clearing up the dining table. The dishes and wine glasses in the sink. The condiments on the counter. He enjoyed the view and I made it worth his while. Bending over when I did not need to. Wiggling hard while getting the ice cream from the freezer. Letting my boobs bounce when I reached up for the honey.

He just watched with a smile while he stroked his penis. I could see some precum and my mouth watered. He might never quite understand the method to my madness, but he was a willing and eager participant.

When I had everything I thought I needed, I took off the mesh dress. It was the safe thing to do before he ripped it off me.

I stood in front of him in my TeMi Beads waistbeads and red lingerie. And waited. His eyes traveled up and down my body, scorching every inch of me. My nipples became tight beads while I waited for him to pounce. Ever since I got waisted, he is even more so fascinated with my body. He adores knowing that I am a boss babe making decisions for the global organization yet adorned with waistbeads that he picked out for me.

He tells me he loves that he can mentally undress me out of my suits. And leave me with just the layers of waistbeads.

I love that I can come home, after all those stressful decisions, to be his princess. To be cared for and pampered by him.

He reached for my waistbeads. And used them to direct my motions. I found myself sitting in front of him on the dining table. He separated my legs and scooted in between them, so he had unobstructed access to my wet heat. While he toyed with my cleft and wetness, I grabbed the honey and drizzled it over my nipples. Someone had to provide dessert.

I offered my nipples to him because I did not want his fingers to stray from what they were doing to me. I moaned and savored the attention he paid to them. My body hummed and I needed to lay on the dining table after my balance wavered.

Then came the ice cream on my pussy. Before I could shiver from the cold, his mouth was there to warm me up. Within minutes, I screamed his name the first of many times that weekend.

Waisted Story: Getaway

I am standing in the driveway, anxious and excited at the same time. He had called me 2 hours ago that we were going away for the weekend and to pack a bag. He refused to tell me where. The children had been picked up by their aunt and all I got, when I tried to pry, was a small wave and wink.

A limo pulled up and a driver stepped out to help me with my bag. He also handed me a scarf.

“Can you please tie around your eyes?”

I took the scarf, got into the car, and covered my eyes as requested. The driver gave me a champagne flute I accepted in appreciation. The ride, soft leather seats, gentle music, and darkness lulled me into sleep. I woke up when the car stopped moving and was expecting to be helped out of the vehicle. Instead, I heard the door open, and the weight of another person slide into the seat beside me. I smelled him and smiled.

“Hi.”

I reached for the scarf and was stopped.

“Don’t take it off. Not yet.”

There was something in his voice that made me melt. He leaned towards me and I felt his firm hand behind my neck. His kiss started off slow with gentle pecks and sucking my lips. I sighed, leaned in closer, and let him direct the kiss. The submission must have revved him because the kiss became fierce and demanding. His hands trail down my body, pausing to palm my breasts and mold them. In little time, my shirt was unbuttoned, and I felt his eyes roam over my barely there bra. His fingers flicked at the front closure and my breasts were released from their lace constraints. His mouth went to my nipple and I arched into him.

My brain shut down as he continued to run his hands down my body. He pushed me back into the seat, pulled up my short skirt and yanked off my panties. I heard him inhale deeply and I could imagine him sniffing my underwear.

“Your smell always drives me crazy.”

It was a groan that I echoed loudly. He grabbed my TeMi beads waistbeads and pulled me closer. All I could do was moan and attempt to wriggle my way closer to him. Then he placed his palm lay against my pubic bone in a clear order to stay still.

“Babe, I need you.” At this point I was whining, and I didn’t care.

“I know. I am about to give you everything we both need.”

It was his fingers first. They slid into my wetness and flicked against my spot. I got wetter. Next, I felt his breath and his mouth. His tongue licked my pussy, and I was lost. My hands reached for his head and ground myself against his face.

He moved away suddenly, and I jolted. I was so close and almost started crying. 

“No!”

He kept his fingers in place and shushed me. Then he hit the intercom.

“Keep driving until I tell you to head back.”

I had not felt the car slow down but he had. I should have cared that the driver probably knew what we were doing but I truly did not. The car picked up speed again and my heart started to slow down.

“Where was I?”

I reached for him and redirected his head back between my legs. Within minutes, I was back in a state of ecstasy. Because he knows exactly how to use his mouth and fingers to bring me lustful joy. I was still euphoric when he asked the driver to go back to wherever we were supposed to be. I did not care where that was.

He pulled me close, and I sprawled on his chest while catching my breath. After a few minutes, he pushes me into a sitting position. Then proceeds to put me to rights: reclasped my bra, buttoned my shirt, pulled my skirt down, and arranged my braids.

“I need my underwear”

“I have it tucked away in my pocket. Unless you are uncomfortable going commando, I don’t want you to.”

I inhaled sharply but did not have it in me to respond. He was there to protect me and if he wanted me to go commando, who was I to argue? I have not gone commando for him in so long. Between work, life, and raising the children, our sex life had waned a little bit. This spontaneity was much needed, so I stayed blindfolded, sexually sated, and in my safe place.

The limo finally stopped. I felt him move closer to the door while the driver opened it. Then he reached in for me and helped me out. I took the time to smoothen my skirt and steady myself. We took a few steps and then he took the blindfold off. We were at an airfield and I looked around confused. The driver had unloaded the luggage and was wheeling them towards a jet.

“We are taking a quick flight to California.”

He had chartered a private jet and I blinked because it was a couple’s splurge that we had talked about once. My heart melted for completed different reasons. There was so much on our bucket list and he was able to check off a good number of them with this grand gesture.

I giggled and twirled because I had one item that I wanted to check off the list.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing at all. I’m really happy.”

Once we were settled on the jet and in the air, I made sure to request privacy from the flight attendant. She winked and smiled back. I’m sure she had an inkling what I had planned.

When I sat back in front of him, my shirt was unbuttoned again. He looked at me and swallowed hard. I opened my legs intentionally and watched his attention shift downwards. His erection was apparent, and he looked around the cockpit frantically.

“I already asked her not to bother us.”

I slid to my knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants. Then unzipped them slowly. And carefully brought out my prize. He was so thick, and I wrapped my hand around him while stroking firmly. He groaned and tried to lift himself out of the seat. It was my turn to ask him to stop moving.

“Keep your hands on the arm rests till I’m done with you.”

I kissed the tip of his penis, licked gently, then sucked him into my mouth. I could taste precum, salty sweet, and I wanted more. So, I went looking, swallowing him down my throat while humming just the way he liked it. The way I liked pleasing him.

“I want to come in you, babe. Please.”

I love it when he begs. It’s such a huge turn on for me. I get up and straddle his lap while his mouth latches unto my nipple. While I slid onto him, he grips my TeMi beads waistbeads to control the motion. He uses them to slow me down, then speed me up. At some point, he has me holding on to my armrest while he pounds into me from behind. We both plunge into sexual satisfaction while trying to be quiet. I’m certain that I was not successful.

“We are finally mile high members. And on a chartered jet.”

He laughs and spanks my bum.

“That was just the orientation. Let me show you what we can do in the sleep area.”