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Date Night Slut

Leandra J. Piper

Copyright 2012 by Leandra J. Piper


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Jenna made a low sigh as she sank into the steaming bath, inhaling deeply to take in the indulgent vanilla scent of her best bath salts. A few minutes like this, she thought, and it'll be like I was never at work at all today. Which was important, since tonight was date night, the one night of the week where she and her husband were really able to get some time alone together. They always tried to do something special for each other, even if it was just for a night in.

He'd left a message on her phone earlier, letting her know he'd be back around six. Which meant she had a good hour and a half to relax and pretty herself up for when he got home. The bath was a good start; the rich vanilla scent would cling to her skin once she was out, leaving behind a faint, pleasant aroma.

As Jenna relaxed in the bath, she let her fingers play over her body, rubbing a bit at her round, supple breasts. They didn't see each other half as much as they'd like, because of their jobs, so Friday date nights pretty much always either began or ended with half-mad, passionate bedroom session... or both, if they even made it up to the bedroom. And it had been a stressful week, so she was definitely looking forward to his hands all over her breasts, her tight ass, the feeling of his thick cock in her needy pussy.

Just thinking about it had her breathing a bit harder. Whoa now, Jen, she thought. Don't finish before he even gets here. Still, it wouldn't hurt to get ready early. If he came home to see her on the bed, laid out in that lacy little number she'd bought on lunch break earlier this week, that would just drive him wild. Arching her back just a little with anticipation, Jenna reached out one long, smooth leg and carefully pulled the bathtub's plug out with her toes.

With a long stretch, Jenna pulled herself out of the tub as it drained, then towelled herself dry, though she took quite a bit of extra time rubbing her chest with the towel even after it was dry. She ached lower down for just a bit of the same attention, but even as wet as she was feeling, Jenna made a conscious decision to not yield to temptation. Good things would come to those who waited, and what she wanted in there was thick, luscious cock, not her own fingers.

Reluctantly, she put the towel down, then took a brush to her thick, dark hair, working her fingers at it with her other hand to give it the glossy, tousled look that she knew drove any man who looked at it wild. Makeup went on after that, giving her eyes a dark, smoky look which brought out the green in them, and a deep pink lipstick that straddled the line between cute and sexy so well that Jenna had had to resist buying every tube of it they had in stock.

She pursed her lips, kissing the air, enjoying the gleam of lipstick, before leaving the bathroom out into the bedroom. She opened the closet, and first took out a pair of sheer white stockings, pulling them on and snugging the lacy tops around her firm thighs so they'd stay put. She then drew out the brand-new babydoll, holding it against her body as she looked at herself in the mirror. The translucent pink silk and delicate lace edging looked even better now than in the store, and when she pulled it on over her head, she knew she'd made the right choice. Her breasts strained at the thin fabric, half-stiff nipples almost perfectly visible where they poked outwards insistently.

Finally, Jenna topped it all off with a silky pink robe, which she belted tightly, and adjusted to show a good flash of cleavage and lace, but leave the rest to imagination. She posed a little for the mirror, then gave herself an approving nod.

Thud. The noise came from somewhere downstairs just as Jenna was starting to look for the clock. It sounded like the front door shutting, almost being slammed. "Honey?" she called out, adjusting her robe, showing a bit more cleavage. "Is that you?"

No response came, but Jenna just shrugged. It had to be him, and sometimes it was hard to hear voices from that far away in the house, even with the bedroom door as wide open as it was. So, she padded over to the bed and laid herself out on it, arranging herself just so as to give a perfect tease when he came in, legs parted but robe draped to cover it all. Leaning back on her elbows, she licked her lips as she slowly stroked her hands down her body, practically squirming with anticipation. The heavy sounds of footsteps up the stairs sent a deep thrum through her body, and it was all she could do to suppress a lusty little gasp of her own.

But the tall, broad-shouldered man who strode purposefully into the bedroom was wearing a ski mask that obscured his face, revealing only his mouth and eyes. Jenna did gasp aloud then, sitting up more, which caused her robe to tug a bit more open, showing her deep cleavage.

"Well, what do we have here?" murmured the masked man in a deep, sensual voice as he strode forward, gaze sweeping over Jenna, undressing her with his eyes. "A lonely housewife? Waiting for the repairman? The neighbor?" A kind of amusement ran through his voice, and Jenna shivered at the sight of his smile.

With effort, Jenna found her voice, and said, "I'm not a housewife." But there was something so utterly sexy about his voice, she could feel herself rubbing her thighs against each other needily. She imagined what those lips she could glimpse through the mask would feel like against her skin, and did what she thought was a good job of keeping a further noise from escaping her lips.

But, he noticed all the same, and strode forward, standing just before the bed, looking down at her. "Whatever you are," he said, reaching to slide a hand up her thigh, over top her robe, "you're a filthy slut all the same, aren't you? I bet your little cunt is soaking wet right now."

Jenna gasped, and felt a sharp blush rise on her cheeks. She squeezed her legs together, but that only made her feel that wetness between all the more. The masked man lifted his hand a bit higher, and tugged her robe open. Jenna squirmed a bit at that, which only caused her robe to slide back off her shoulders some. Her translucent babydoll left her feeling terribly exposed to the man's eyes, and she could feel her nipples pulling into full stiffness in the cool air.

He reached out to pinch one of her nipples, eliciting a thin half-moan from Jenna. "Look at you," he whispered, reaching to squeeze her ass with his free hand. "You can't even deny it, can you? Can you, slut?"

She reached out to wet her lips with her tongue, and found herself licking them. "No, sir," she whispered. She felt herself grind, just a bit, against his hand on her ass. She looked over the masked man, eyes lowering to look between his legs. She rubbed hers together a bit more at the bulge she could see outlined there. Oh, she wanted the cock hidden there, she couldn't help herself at all.

The masked man thrust his hips forward a bit, then took his hand away from her nipple to unzip slowly, taking his time about it. His growing cock was outlined even more clearly by the silky boxers he revealed as he lowered his pants, stepping out of them. "I want to hear the words, baby," he said, in that deep, sensual voice. "Tell me what a filthy slut you are, and you can have it."

The blush grew even brighter on her cheeks. How can I say something like that? thought Jenna. But, oh, I want it, I want to kiss it and lick it, and I want it to fuck me. Does that mean he's right? She lifted a hand, rubbing at her breast a little, then licked her lips slowly, consciously this time. Finally, she spoke, a bit of shame rising into her voice, "I, I'm... I'm such a filthy slut, my cunt is soaking wet already. Please, please let me have your cock."

The erect cock came out of the boxers as she said that, and the masked man licked his lips and smiled. "You're going to have to do one more thing, slut," he said giving himself a few strokes, causing the tip to glisten a little. As Jenna rubbed her tongue over her pink lips again, he murmured, "I bet you can guess what."

He climbed up onto the bed, and firmly pushed Jenna onto her back. Spreading his own knees a bit, he poised himself just over her chest so that his thick, glistening shaft was right above her mouth. With a light slap to her cheek, he said deeply, "Go on, give it a kiss."

Jenna could feel the masked man's body heat atop her, which only inflamed her more. The faint, lingering sting on her cheek was just as intoxicating. She hardly needed to be told to do it, and lifted her head, placing a kiss to the tip of his cock, her tongue probing out through her lips to wash over its thick head, lapping up those tantalizing droplets of precum.

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