The Homecoming

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he told her. The tone of his voice reiterated his regret.

Sarah held the phone receiver closer to her ear, as if by doing so she could keep him close to her.

“I understand Joe,” she said. “You can’t do anything about flight delays. I just miss you so much!” She couldn’t help the slight tremor her voice had. Sarah wiped at her eyes. The unshed tears burned. She thought about the surprise she had upstairs for him and had to blink hard.

“I miss you too,” he told her. “I’ll be home as soon as the fog lifts and they allow planes back in the air.”

Sarah twisted the already tangled curled phone cord in her fingers. 

“Joe, I love you. Just get home as soon as you can,” she told him.

“MMMmmm,” he murmured in her ear. “I love you, too Sarah.”

Sarah hung up the receiver and leaned back on the sofa. Sometimes, like now, she hated the fact that Joe traveled so much for his work. This trip had taken him away for more than a month and now his homecoming would be delayed more because of weather. She rested her head on the back of the sofa and absent-mindedly ran her fingers through her thick, long hair. She gave into her tears and frustration and had a good, exhausting cry. She fell asleep.

The house was dark and still when Sarah woke up. She had been dreaming about Joe and she felt flushed — aroused – aching.

She glanced at the luminated clock on the side table...nearly one o’clock in the morning. She locked up and went upstairs to bed.

Switching on the light, she stopped dead still. In her drowsy state she had forgotten about her surprise for Joe. In his absence, she had ordered a new bedroom “toy,” a device called a “Bonk’er Extreme.” It consisted of 4 curved metal poles that were positioned two to a side on the bed. It had loops, straps, and other paraphernalia that allowed users to take advantage of positions they might not normally be able to utilize.

Sarah had set it up and had hoped to entice Joe to come play with her when he arrived home. She wanted him to be there when it was used for the first time. 

As she looked at it, she muttered, “Why not? I’ve been fantasizing about it for so long. There’s no harm in just getting a feel for it.”

She turned off the overhead light so the room was bathed in soft shadows from the hall light. She shed her clothes and left them on a pile beside the bed in her haste to experiment. She climbed on and positioned herself in the middle, slipping her left foot through a loop and positioned it under her knee. Then repeated the process with her right foot. They spread her legs wide open and lifted her hips up off the bed when she laid back on the bed. She laid there for a few minutes, savoring the feel of the cool air on her most intimate parts. She bounced her hips up and down to get a feel for the motion the poles made. She slid her hands through the cuffs on the two poles near the head of the bed and bounced some more.

Sarah closed her eyes and imagined Joe kneeling between her legs and his mouth lowering to her wet and waiting spot. In her mind’s eye, she saw him give her “that” look just before his tongue found her slit. She sighed. She wished he were there.

She rocked back and forth a little as she pictured him gently licking at her labia...his tongue making slow, sure strokes up...down...up...a little swirl over her clit...and back down. Sarah felt a prickle. Her juices started to flow. Just this little bit of erotic mind play had her wanting...aching for

more.

“What the hell,” she muttered. “It’s not like I haven’t done this before when Joe’s been away.” She slipped her hands free of the cuffs.

With eyes closed, Sarah let her hands wander over her body. She slid them over her breasts, massaging...squeezing...pinching her nipples. She bounced a little as her hands snaked down her belly...caressing herself as she went further. 

With eager fingers, she parted herself and let two fingers rub along either side of her clit. Sarah could feel her little nub grow...until it was triple it’s normal size. Sure fingers rubbed firmly along side...taunting and teasing it. She moaned as her clit begged for more. Occasionally, she dipped her fingers inside her to lubricate them. As her fingers rubbed faster beside her clit, she bounced harder in the bonk’er. 

She backed off as she felt herself building up to climax. She really wanted to wait for Joe to fully enjoy this new toy.

But, she wasn’t ready to abandon her pleasure just yet. She rubbed at her vagina...inserting her fingers as much as she could...wiggling them and bouncing and aching for Joe. She licked and sucked on her fingers. Savoring her taste and wishing her fingers were his cock. Her need for him was strong. She longed to feel his mouth on hers. His hands on her. His cock in her. She wasn’t complete if he wasn’t there.

Lying there with her eyes closed, Sarah had no idea what kind of an image she presented. Her skin was flushed a rosy peach and glistened with perspiration. With her legs spread open, and her hips raised, her breasts were inviting mounds in the distance, rising and falling with each breath.

Joe stood in the door way. He was speechless. He had come upstairs as quietly as he could, hoping to slip into bed beside her and not wake her. The sight of her open invitation, unwitting as it was, filled him with instant desire. His cock, placid until just moments ago, had begun to grow and harden, pressing against the crotch of his pants.

As Sarah rubbed her nub, he removed his shoes and socks. When she thrust her fingers inside herself, he dropped his trousers, briefs and all. While she sucked on her fingers, his shirt came off.

This contraption on the bed baffled him. But, quick as he was, he could see the possibilities unfold before him and he foresaw hours upon hours of pleasures hence to unimagined.

Sarah lay there, eyes closed, fingers in her mouth and swaying slightly with her legs spread wide and inviting.
 

Joe was on the end of the bed, upright on his knees and shoving his rock hard cock into her in a flash.
 

Sarah’s shriek at the sudden shock of Joe’s onslaught was quickly silenced by grunts and moans of pleasure once she saw it was him. 

She once again slipped her hands through the cuffs and grabbed them as Joe plunged hard and deep into her.

The poles had give to them which made her pleasure much more intense. She would swing towards him when he thrust.

“Ohhhhh...”

“Sarahhhhhh.”

Joe stopped her swaying, held onto her thighs and thrust deeply into

her repeatedly. The contraption held her at an optimum height and he reveled in the feel of her hot, swollen fanny taking his cock and wrapping it in velvety softness, the fit amazed him. He held her still and just pushed gently against her for a few moments and concentrated on the sensations he was experiencing. They were a first for him. He rocked sideways to see what that felt like and groaned. Heaven. Sweet, sweet heaven.

Sarah was aching to come. She started to push against him. She started to swing harder against...becoming a battering ram...Joe stayed still as Sarah began to ride him in this manner. He would arch toward her as she pushed against him. Her moans of pleasure spurred him on and he met each push with a hard thrust of his own.

“Ohhhhh....I’m commmmmming!!!!!” Sarah grunted and ended with a squeal.

Joe held her still as she came and felt her orgasm encompass him. 

Her throbbing squeezed his cock and he let her finish before he began his ascent. Sarah felt his pace quicken and started to squeeze her inner muscles as hard and as long as she could while he hammered his cock into her. His grunts filled her ears and when she his hands clench her thighs as he came she gave her inner muscles one hard final squeeze and felt him pulsing inside her.

Joe collapsed on top of her and still inside her. He gave her a look of bemusement and she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “Welcome home, my darling.”



© August 28, 2007 All rights reserved