The Kissing Cloud Series
Pure smut. Sharon is sick of her husband, Bret, always coming home late. Captured by the kissing cloud just before he arrives, Sharon takes matters into her own hands and teaches him a lesson!
Includes F/M, FemDom, Spanking, oral
Staring out the window over the kitchen sink, Sharon watched the last of the sunset fade away. Turning back to the oven, catching it just before the shrill beep of the timer announced the casserole was done. With a heavy sigh, she slid on her oven mitts and pulled it out, covering it with foil. Dinner would have to wait. As usual, her husband Bret was late getting home from work.
Opening the window to let the cool spring evening air into the room, Sharon pulled off her apron and debated pouring herself a glass of wine. Her back to the window, she never saw the cloud creeping in. She was leaning against the counter when the first tendrils reached her.
Under the cotton of her fitted, pale blue dress and white lace bra, Sharon felt her nipples harden. Looking down, she could see a strange, dense mist surrounding her but before she could be afraid a deep longing filled her. While they’d once had an active, healthy sex life, the last couple of years had seen that dwindle and it seemed to her that every bit of pent-up desire settled over her in an instant.
An old fantasy began to play through Sharon’s mind, her hands wandering up to cup her ample breasts through the material of her dress. The moment her hands made contact, pleasure shot through her like lightning, her panties instantly damp. Looking down, Sharon watched as the cloud covered her body, her lust rising steadily as it did.
Glancing at the clock, Sharon realized Bret would be home soon, if he was keeping to his normal lateness. Fueled by the desire burning inside her, she quickly stripped out of her dress, bra and panties, leaving only her white high-heeled pumps on. With a wicked smile, she pulled the apron over her head, tying it in a bow behind her before reaching into a drawer by the stove for her largest wooden spoon. Twirling it between her hands, Sharon waited.
The minutes ticked by slowly, her ache to be touched intensifying with each one that passed until finally, she heard his key in the door. Heard the knob turn and the door slide open.
“Sharon, sweetheart, I’m so sorry I’m late.” Bret called from the entry hall. “Something came up and I just couldn’t get away.”
She said nothing, waiting for him to make his way to the kitchen at the back of the house.
“Dinner smells great.”
Still she remained silent.
“Hun? Are you there?” She could hear the worry in his voice, the speed of his steps as he hurried to find her.
When Bret stepped into the kitchen, he stopped cold, eyes going wide at the sight of her. The narrow top of the apron barely covered her breasts, the hardness of her nipples clearly visible under it. A slight turn revealed the curve of her backside, high and firm, flowing down into long, smooth, tan legs.
“Sweetheart? What’s going on?”
She could see his erection starting to push at his pants. The cloud slithered along the cool tile floor, reaching him quickly and swirling up his pant legs.
“I am sick of you being late every single night.” She finally replied, her voice cool, tight.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry isn’t going to work this time. Come here, Bret.”
Sharon watched as his erection grew to its full, impressive capacity, knowing the tightness of his pants would shortly be making it painful.
“I said come here.” She pointed to the floor beside her.
Slightly confused, desire already starting to overtake him, Bret did as she asked.
“Strip.” She said, turning to face him and running the spoon down his tie. “Right here. Strip, and bend over the counter, darling. It’s time I taught you a lesson.”
Bret shivered. She’d never spoken to him that way, and he found his already raging hard cock grow more so at her words. With fumbling hands, he removed his clothing as quickly as possible. Sharon watched, twirling the spoon, a wicked smile dancing on her lips. Despite a sedentary office job, Bret was in good shape, well-muscled and lean with a broad chest and an ass she’d always loved. Seeing him standing there, naked and bent over the kitchen counter, looking nervously back at her over his shoulder was unbelievably hot. Between his legs Bret’s long, thick cock bobbed against the cabinet door.
“What…what are you going to do?” He asked, his voice trembling.
“I’m going to show you what happens to a naughty boy who doesn’t get home when he ought to.” She ran one hand over the curve of his backside, admiring the smooth skin.
Her hand raised and made contact before he knew what was happening, Bret yelping quietly at the impact. Her hand stung, yet Sharon felt a new, undeniable pleasure.
She brought her hand down on the other cheek, garnering the same reaction. Bret watched her, his eyes like saucers, blushing intensely. Switching to the spoon, Sharon began raining light swats across his bottom, back and forth until it glowed a soft pink and his yelps turned to whimpers.
“I am sick of you being late getting home, Bret. From now on, you will be on time, is that clear?” She felt her nipples tighten and throb as she spoke, dampness beginning to coat the tops of her thighs.
“What was that?” Sharon brought the spoon down hard on his right cheek, giving him a stern look.
“Yes…ma’am?” It was more question than statement, but she’d let that slide. This time.
“That’s better. Will you be late tomorrow?” The spoon landed hard on the opposite side and Bret groaned.
With a smile, Sharon began working over his backside in earnest, leaving small red welts in her wake. Bret shifted his weight, moaning and yelping in turn, his hardness aching. He’d never seen his sweet, quiet, shy wife like this before, nor had he ever been so attracted to her. With each hit of the spoon, his arousal grew. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside her, but he didn’t dare ask.
“Hmm, I think you might be enjoying this.” Sharon murmured, pausing. Standing behind him, she pressed herself against his burning backside, reaching around to lightly stroke his cock. “You’re so hard, Bret. Are you getting turned on by me spanking you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He mumbled.
Sharon took a sudden step back, Bret whimpering when her hand left him, administering several hard swats in quick succession.
“What was that?”
“Good boy. That’s better.”
She returned to her position behind him, her hand wrapping around his throbbing erection.
“Such a nice, hard cock. Are you proud of this big, impressive dick, Bret?” She murmured, leaving over him.
“Yes, ma’am.” He shuddered, from her words, her touch and his own confession.
“Have you been sticking this thick, hard cock in someone else?” She asked, squeezing his erection just enough to make him uncomfortable.
“No ma’am! I would never!”
“Oh really? There isn’t some pretty, young girl at the office you want to bend over a desk and plow?”
Bret remained silent.
“Answer me!” She squeezed harder, eliciting a guttural moan.
“Yesss…yes, ma’am. Bosses new secretary.”
“I thought so.” Sharon released his cock, moving back to begin with the spoon again. “Is she pretty?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Bret managed in between swats.
“Do you think she wants to fuck you?” Rather than jealousy, Sharon found herself becoming dripping wet at the thought of her husband plowing into this girl and an idea began to form.
“Yes, ma’am. She…she flirts with me.”
“I want you to bring her home with you, sometime this week. I want to meet this hot, young secretary you want to put your dick in. Do you understand me?”
At thirty-six, Sharon didn’t consider herself old, nor did she look her age and she knew it. Still, this girl had caught his eye and her mind whirled with all sorts of wicked thoughts.
“Yes, ma’am.” Bret’s voice trembled, his face nearly the same bright red as his ass.
“Good boy, Bret. Maybe I’ll bend her over next to you and turn her ass bright red too.”
Before Bret could say anything, Sharon’s hand was in his short, light brown hair, pulling him upright and pushing him to his knees on the kitchen floor. She nudged his knees apart with one heeled foot, his cock bouncing with the movement.
“I bet you want to put that in me now, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He gazed up at her with a longing Sharon had never seen.
“Well, that’s too bad. You’re going to focus on my pleasure first tonight. Actually, from now on. If you do well enough, maybe I’ll let you cum.”
Bret didn’t say anything, just kept gazing up at her, bewilderment and arousal painted on his handsome face. Sharon moved to lean against the counter, motioning for him to turn to face her. She pulled the apron aside, spreading her legs to reveal her own arousal. Bret licked his lips, unable to take his eyes off of her.
“Show me what you can do with your tongue, baby. Right here.”
Rising up on his knees, Bret reached up to spread his wife’s clean-shaved pussy open to his touch. Leaning forward, he began gently flicking his tongue over her swollen nub and receiving small moans in response. With the hand not busy holding her apron, Sharon took him by the hair, tilting her hips upward.
“Lick. All of it. Now.” She ordered him.
With a low groan, Bret ran his tongue over her dripping pussy from top to bottom, lapping at her like a melting ice cream cone. Keeping her hand tight in his hair, Sharon closed her eyes to savor the sensation. She’d dreamed of this for so long, but she never thought she’d have the courage to do it. Whatever that weird fog was that came through the window, she had it to thank for it, and for whatever happened next!
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For more from The Kissing Cloud, check out the links below!
The Boardroom Invasion
Pop Goes The Cherry
Sharon’s Subbie Hubby