(M)y then-girl(f)riend, now wife, in possibly our hottest night together. | 2016

This was a story I wrote years ago, very shortly after it happened. It's one of many, but this particular story is just extra special to me.

So, I had a good day at work. A really good day. The kind that send you home with extra cash. So, I was in a mood to celebrate. I proposed to Mina (my girlfriend) that we go back to our restaurant. This is a fabulous, fabulous restaurant on the harbor with a short menu of dishes that range “superb” to “orgasmic.” This was the place we first met, and were first sent spinning off on this mad journey of passion, and the place we revisited on her birthday.

Dinner was a hit, as ever, and the dessert was positively stunning. We left for home, the flavors of rich, slightly bitter chocolate, and cold berries in our mouth, with just enough alcohol floating over it all to lend a dreamy quality to the night. As we drove home, I had originally intended to just go home and have a quiet, loving evening together. But events turned things another way.

As we go home, the waves of lonely saffron lights washing over, the delirious rush of “foreplay in a moving car” begins to push our actions. I am pulling her cami down, exposing her breasts and her incredibly sensitive nipples. She is soon moaning loudly as we roar past other cars on the freeway, her beautiful breasts exposed for all who care to see, but few have the wherewithal to peer beneath the skin of the normal world. As is often the way, this grew too tame. I reached down and felt her body trying to burn a hole through her panties and trousers. I worked the zip, and in a flash I discovered that her panties were still at home in their drawer. She smiled proudly at my surprise. As my finger dove madly to feel inside her she began shrugging back into her cami. Suddenly, I felt this rush of annoyance.“No one told you to cover up!” I never know where this comes from, but I suddenly had the desire to control mina, completely.

She was only too happy to submit to my desire, and leave herself open to the world because I wanted her to. I was fearless, and I dared anyone to know who I was going to be fucking, and THAT I was going to be fucking her. As we turned off the freeway, I allowed her to cover up. In the meantime, I had worked her into a fury of arousal, both inside and out of her, but always in that sweltering valley between her legs. Returning to my building, the transient privacy of the elevator was enough, and I exposed her again, to pleasure her, to use her for the brief ride to my second-floor flat.

As we reached the door, I pinned her to the first wall, pulling her hair back to turn her face upwards for a kiss. Again, she waiting only to know my desire, so that she could fulfill it. Her trousers were soon bunched around her ankles and her stilettos, and her cami was a twisted rope around her belly. I stepped back and began to undo my belt, knowing that rush she gets when she sees me reach for my belt.

The belt has long been an interesting thing. I can see her hold her breath in aroused anticipation whenever I reach for it, even if it is merely to undress, and she always jumps in pleasure when I have playfully snapped the belt. But, I have never whipped her with it, in spite of her hints that she would love it. While she loves a good spanking, I never wished to hurt her. So, I pulled my belt off, and she responded with pleasure. I folded it over and lashed the wall behind her, and she reacted with intense arousal. Again, I flogged the wall, even closer to her skin, and her arousal only grew. I took a breath. WHACK. I whipped her ass, hard. She moaned, loudly, moreso than she had for any spanking in the past. This was all I needed, and each whipping escalated, as did her moans. With each hit, she sank lower and lower, till she was on her knees before me, my belt marked with stripes of her wetness, her ass with candy-red welts. I knelt behind her, pulling her trousers over her heels. There she lay, naked, save her tangled cami and her stiletto heels, on her knees in my hall. I dropped the belt and undid my pants while I licked her from behind. Then, my taut erection ready, I took her, MY mina, from behind, there in my hallway. First, I held her hips as I pounded away, thrusting through her screams, the most noise she has ever made in this position. But my head began to spin, and I held the walls to quiet the vertigo. Quickly, always so fast like this, I feel myself starting to come, and I spray hard inside her.I remained there, though, still inside her, and to my amazement, my erection remained, furiously pulsing inside her. I, too, was deeply aroused by the rupture of this old boundary. I began moving again, intent on bringing her an orgasm of her own. To my shock, I felt those intense waves again from just a few moments ago, and, again, I felt myself somehow producing another load to release inside her, which she moaned in delight at the feel of.

My head was truly spinning now as I fell away from her, trying to recover from my body’s exertion. She lay in a heap of her own, struggling not to let the proof of my lust leak over my carpet. I will never know how long we lay there, panting, until I rose up, and grabbed her hair, leading her to the bedroom as she crawled behind. There I treated her to a few more lashes of the belt before ordering her on top of me, where she sat on my exhausted, half-erect member, taking it in, and, over the next half hour, slowly wrenching the reluctant, powerful orgasm that had been so long built up in her body.