You Are On My Mind

Squirmish

*mature*

Linda squirmed on the hard wood of the dark pew. She had enough trouble paying attention with Danny's hand lazily playing with her hair, but with a bottom on fire? She could hardly sit still. She need to stand; the wood seemed to pierce her bottom and pinch her thighs. She couldn't help but remember what had caused her to be in this state.
"I got shock treatment last night."
"From who?!"
"My husband, of course."
And then, later, "I really should stop referring to our sexual exploits as shock treatment, poundings, beatings.... anything that could be translated to domestic abuse, domestic violence, sexual abuse, sexual violence....."
"Boy, are you gonna get punished for this.... violently."
She had cast her eyes to the floor, and hung her head. "Yes, Danny."
Linda readjusted her skirt, reflecting on the decision to forego underwear. She thought it'd be more comfortable without that extra barrier..... she was wrong. Boy, was I wrong!
Danny's hand moved from her hair to her shoulders. He whispered, "sit still, or I'm gonna have to do it again."
"Yes, Danny." She stalled her movements, closing her eyes. She quickly asked for forgiveness, hoping to banish all impure thoughts until she was out of the church.
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"You seem very antsy today, Linda," Joe notes how she still squirmed in her seat at the dinner table.
"Oh, yeah. That's me. I've been very antsy."
"Why?" Danny looked to her, secretly knowing the reason.
"Don't know," she lied. She knew exactly why. And the fact that her husband asked her made her even more squirmish.
Danny knew Linda was aroused; he knew she had been all day. He decided to be a little mean to her. He rested his hand on her knee, ever so slowly inching his fingers to the hem of her dress. He watched her fork clink loudly against the plate.
"Sorry, Sorry."
Danny was close to where he knew Linda wanted him to be; as soon as he saw her reach for her drink, he gave her thigh a quick pinch and removed his hand.
Linda reached for her glass, and knocked it over when she felt Danny pinch her thigh. Everyone, instinctively, pushed their chairs back. She stood up, her skirt a little askew, and started mopping up the water. Napkins were handed down to her as she continuously apologized. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today. I just..."
"No harm done," Frank interjected, "it's just water."
"Right...." she gathered all the wet napkins as Erin stood.
"I'll grab some more napkins."
"Lemme run these down to the basement," Linda quickly grabbed all the wet napkins and, trying to appear casual, walked to the door for the basement. As soon as it closed behind her, she ran down the stairs and dropped the napkins to the floor. She plunked down in front of the washing machine, pulled her skirt up, and started frantically touching herself. She needed some relief; her bottom was sore as she tried to pleasure herself. She wasn't sure how many minutes passed when she heard the door open and close. Quickly, she got to her feet, adjusted her skirt, and picked up the napkins.
"Linda? You okay, babe?" Danny rounded the corner, noticing how his wife looked guilty. In a split second, she was on him, forcing him to bump into the wall.
Through heated kisses and heavy breaths, Linda was able to get out, "I need you. Touch me."
Danny smirked and ran his hands down her back to her ass. He rubbed her curves, pulling the skirt up to her hips. His hands were on her skin once again, and he smiled. "Why, Mrs. Reagan. Where are your underpants?"
She shook her head, "at home. Please, Danny." She gripped his shirt, "give it to me."
Danny had never really seen his wife that desperate before; he'd never admit he kind of liked it. His hands squeezed her butt once again, this time pulling to the sides. She buried her head into his neck to drown out her moans. His hands moved from her pink ass to her hips, then her thighs. Again, he was so close to where she wanted him.
Linda felt his hands go back to her ass, and she whimpered. When her feet were lifted from the ground, her legs immediately wrapped around him. He set her on the washing machine, and thoughts of turning it on crossed her mind.
Danny dropped to his knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the machine. His mouth teased each thigh, biting and nipping and licking. He heard the familiar slap of her hand covering her mouth. He felt her muscles tense, and, knowing they didn't have much time, gave her what she wanted. He flicked his tongue expertly, pinching her thighs and the top of her ass. He sucked violently on the nub of nerves, then licked her clit.
Linda felt Danny blow cold air onto the licked area, and that was all it took. She tossed her head back, and leaned against the machine. Her hand was permanently attached to her mouth as she cried out, praying no one would hear them. She felt Danny's tongue lapping up her juices; he stood once she was spent and kissed her fervently. He bent over and grabbed a wet napkin, wiping her thighs. He helped her down from the machine, then wiped that down as well.
"Now I feel better.... and when he get home, I'm gonna make you feel better, too." Linda smiled sexily, knowing just the thought sent heat to Danny's core.