“Ouch,” she whimpered.
“Guess you’re going to have to keep that a secret, then, little girl.” Her breath hitched, and I watched the wet spot grow bigger. “You’re going to get spanked good, little girl. A little something to reprimand you.”
“And then?” she moaned.
“Then I’m going to fuck you right on this desk, and you’re going to bite down on my tie.” I took my tie off and hung it loosely around her neck. “Bite down hard, because no one can hear how well you take me. Those little sounds are all for me and only me. Is that understood, little girl?”
“Oh god,” she moaned. The wet spot on the cotton fabric grew more. I pulled her panties down to her knees and leaned closer, letting my lips touch the shell of her ear. I loved how responsive she was to my touch even after three years.
“Count to ten, Mrs. Cosecha,” I ordered, and she shivered.
“Spankings? But I’ll be good.” She giggled.
“You will be, but right now, you need to take your punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her laughter died right when I started to spank her. “Count,” I ordered.
“One. Two.” Her voice hitched higher as she counted. “Five. Six. Seven.” Her ass cheeks turned warm under my palm as they grew to the prettiest shade of ink. “Nine. Ten,” she cried outquietly. I was sweating by the time I was done, so fucking hard my cock pulsed with my heartbeat.
“Such a good girl. Learning her lesson, taking her punishment like my good little girl.” Her thighs shook as I started to glide my fingers against her slit.
“Mark,” she whispered, and I watched her shove the tie between her teeth. That broke my control. I stood up and fucked my wife hard and fast. She curled up on my lap after we were done, my cum seeping out of her still tight little hole as I held her close.
“Mark.”
“Hmm?” I mumbled against the top of her head.
“I love you,” she said, slightly sleepy.
“I love you, too, Abby. With all my heart.” She glanced up at me, and while she cupped my face, she smiled in a way I felt all the way through to my soul.
But that was how life was with Abby.
Just when I thought it wasn’t humanly possible to be any happier, she did something that showed me just how wrong I was. And it wasn’t just with sex; it was simple, easy things that let me know she thought about me through her day, that she loved me.
In life, you take your slice of happiness, and Abby had a way of giving me that in abundance.
