#*loves*

Work was always a bit of a grind for you, especially since you’d become the head of the marketing department at your company. It’s not like it wasn’t a good job, it was just always busy, even on a Friday. Fridays were the best days, because you got to leave early, around 2 or 3 o’clock, and get home to your husband, John. Sometimes he’d give you a massage after a hard day, and you were absolutely aching from presenting graphs and data at meetings all week.

You only had one more meeting till the end of the day, and you were buzzing all throughout it. Actually, the buzzing was your phone alerting you that you had a text, which you debated looking at.

The meeting leader had her back to the table, picking out data points on a projection of sales, so you quickly flipped your phone over in your lap and saw the text was from John. He rarely texted you while you were working, knowing you were always running around, so you frowned as you opened the message, your breath quickly catching in your throat as you saw that the message included a picture.

It showed John’s wet chest, fresh out of the shower after practice, and you could see water droplets trailing down his abs to the cut of his hips. A towel barely covered his groin, and clearly showed the large erection underneath his hand, palming his hardness.

You locked your phone as fast as you could, feeling your face heating up and turning you bright pink. Maneuvering your long dark hair to cover your face a bit, you placed your phone back in your briefcase and ignored the tingly feeling in your stomach as arousal took over your body.

The meeting only lasted another half hour, but to you it felt like centuries until you were able to retreat to your office and gather your things for the end of the day.

You sat at your desk, collecting yourself, before reopening the message and letting a small whimper escape your mouth as you gazed at the dirty picture. You hadn’t looked long enough to see the message he’d sent above it, which merely said: I’m waiting for you.

Pulling your bottom lip into your mouth, you tapped out a reply, saying: On my way home.

Almost immediately John responded, a short video this time. You made sure to plug your headphones into your phone before playing it. John’s raspy groans filled your ears as you watched him roll his balls in his palm through the towel. Sliding the towel down an inch, he revealed the red and leaking tip of his cock, and you felt yourself dripping in your panties.

“See you soon, baby,” John murmured, before the video ended and you released a breath, noticing you’d been holding your breath watching him stroke himself.

John loved to tease, but he’d rarely sent dirty pictures, let alone when he knew you were at work.  

The ride home was about ten minutes, as rush hour traffic hadn’t yet started, and you relished that fact. You could feel that you had soaked through your underwear, and your stomach fluttered thinking about being home already.

The door to your house with John was open, and you stepped into the entranceway, toeing off your heels quickly, almost stumbling over them to get to the bedroom, where you assumed John would be waiting for you.

“Johnny?” you called, entering your bedroom. Your mouth dropped open as you stepped in the room and you bit your lip.

John was in the chair next your vanity, towel underneath him and barely covering him, his thighs tense as he looked at you heavy-lidded.

“C’mere,” he groaned, standing to meet you halfway.

The towel dropped off his lap as he rose, and you stepped closer to him, kissing him dirty as you felt him palm himself.

“God, Johnny, got me so wet at work,” you mumbled against your husband’s lips, pushing his hand away from himself as you dropped to your knees. Sucking and licking him gently, you got busy taking off your blouse and slowly undid your bra, letting it drop to the floor as you looked up at John wide-eyed. Once undressed, you used one hand at the base of John’s dick, the other playing with his heavy balls.

“Didn’t you have a meeting?” John chuckled breathily. “So dirty.”

You pulled off him with a pop. “Excuse me, but aren’t you the dirty one for sending me a fucking dick pic while you knew I was in said meeting?”

John laughed, smirking down at you and running his tongue over his bottom lip. “Maybe. But you like it, don’t you?”

You hummed teasingly around the head of his cock in answer.

“Thought so,” he groaned, tipping his head back as you swallowed him as far as you could, gagging a bit on his thickness. You could feel yourself drooling around him a bit as he wound his hand in your hair, gently fucking in and out of your mouth. “God I’m close.”

Moaning around him, you felt John pulse down your throat, making you sputter, but you determinedly swallowed everything, feeling up his strong thighs and nipping at his hipbone as he came down.

John helped you up, immediately getting his mouth on yours, large hands gripping you to him, one around the back of your neck, fingers pressing into your windpipe as he kissed you thoroughly, the other desperately scrabbling at your skirt’s zipper to let it fall down your legs.

“Fuck me, daddy,” you whimpered into his mouth, and the reverberations of his responding groan tingled against your lips and neck as he kissed and sucked bruises where his hand didn’t cover.

“I think I know exactly what you want, baby,” John muttered in your ear, pulling your panties aside and slipping one thick finger into you. He took advantage of your loud gasping moan by slipping his tongue in your mouth, thumb circling your clit as he fingered you open.

His finger slipped out of you as he pushed you to the bed, face-down and gave you a pillow to rest your head on. John kissed the base of your spine before pulling your panties off completely.

“Dirty girl, fucking soaking through your panties all for me. That just from the picture, sweetheart?”

“And the video, too,” you replied as he rummaged in the bedside drawer for lube. You wiggled happily as you saw him take out your favorite toy, a thick but short g-spot vibe, lube, and lotion, which meant… “You gonna give me a massage?”

“Mhmm,” John hummed, his face buried in your neck, tickling a little with the slight scruff he had going on.  

“Thank you, daddy,” you smiled, wiggling your ass against his cock, feeling him start to get hard again.

A hand to your ass left it stinging, making you whine.

“Be a good girl, and daddy will give you what you want,” John warned, his tone still warm so you knew he was just trying to tease you.

His hands had warmed up the lotion to make it more comfortable, thumbs digging into your sore lower back, pushing up either side of your spine to your shoulders, then circling to loosen the knotted muscles there.

“Oh,” you gasped, the pain-pleasure of his hands undoing the week’s stress radiating through you. John worked at your shoulders for a while, until your shoulders gave no resistance to his ministrations, then worked slowly down your back, adding lotion when he felt it was needed. You were practically melting into the mattress when he got to your ass, spreading your cheeks as he massaged them, letting the lotion slick his way as he rutted his dick against your crease.

“Johnny, fuck me already, please,” you pouted, mouth opening in a silent gasp as his hand cracked down hard on your ass cheek.

“What did I say earlier?” John asked, spanking the other cheek and making you gasp out a short, “ah!” as he pressed his fingers into the meat of your ass, dragging you back a bit to grind against you.

“Sorry, daddy, I just…”

“You need it that bad, baby?” John asked, drizzling lube down your ass crease, pooling at the heat of your core. He pressed your legs closed with the strength of his inner thighs, surrounding you with his thick body.

You let out a noise close to a scream when he pressed into you just like that, your legs together and his hands pressing onto your lower back, holding you down. John had never fucked you in this position, and the thickness of his cock stretched you open so nicely, you almost sobbed into the pillow under your head.

John gave you a few seconds to feel the stretch before he shoved all the way in, his body completely covering you as his arm wrapped around your throat, the crease of his elbow cradling your chin as his bicep cut off some of your air supply. His other arm had slid under your chest to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples as he thrusted short and hard into you.

You couldn’t feel anything but him; his cock continuously pressing against your g-spot, his balls heavy against your ass, his weight on top of you, his thick thighs tight around your hips, his breath on your neck as he tucked his head down to mouth at your jaw.

“That’s it, sweetheart, open up for daddy,” John murmured, sliding the hand on your breast up to press his fingers into your mouth. “So good. You like it when I tease you? Make you wet for my cock at work?”

You groaned, nodding your head, even as it forced his fingers down your throat, making you gag and whimper even more.

John shifted, his fingers sliding out of your mouth and his arm releasing your head from its pseudo-headlock. You were gasping for breath as he pushed himself up, holding himself above you with both arms trembling on either side of your head, his fingers tangling with yours, undoing your tight grip on the sheets, and pressed his forehead against the nape of your neck as he finished inside you with a long, drawn out moan.

His cum leaked out around his cock as he grinded into you, panting hard. You were practically crying with the need to cum, and John knew, pulling out of you, and immediately flipping you over onto your back, licking up the cum leaking from you.

His rough facial hair was almost overstimulating as he ate you out, his skilled tongue cleaning his cum from you roughly, your thighs shaking around his head.

“Please daddy, please,” you cried, gasping for air as John reached for the vibe he’d laid on the bed earlier, sliding it into you, and turning it on as he pressed it to your g-spot. You clenched your legs around John’s head, keeping his tongue flicking at your clit as you shook apart, whining loudly as you gripped John’s short hair in your hand, pressing his face to your core.

John flicked the vibe off as you tugged his hair gently, your sign that you’d had enough stimulation.

“Feeling good, baby?” John smirked, tenderly pushing your hair away from your flushed face.