Is the Tramp a Lady?

"Are you sore?" he asked, touching her face in the darkness.

"Just a little. Not too much."

"Good, because we have been patiently waiting for you."

Laying her top half on the bed, he manoeuvred them both carefully until he was kneeling behind her, still connected to her. Holding himself inside her, he reached under her and rolled her nipples firmly. She immediately began to back herself onto him, the movement of her hips in perfect tempo to the rhythm of his fingers as her pleasure-pain moans filled the room. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. She would be more than a little sore the next day but he loved her willingness to endure the pain to please him.

She was only little—over a foot shorter than he. She wasn't really built to accommodate someone of his size, but...he pressed her nipples more firmly between his fingers and thumbs and enjoyed her immediate frenzied response—grinding herself against him and taking all but his balls inside her. She had the most incredibly responsive nipples, he had discovered. All he needed to do was handle them firmly: biting, sucking or tweaking them almost to the point of pain worked best.

"Oh, honey. Oh, honey," she moaned as he increased his pace. "Give it to me. Give it to me!"

"Yes, my sweet, take it. Take it all for me," he groaned and collapsed forward onto her, joining her in another uncontrollable orgasm.

***

John woke with a start as he felt fingers run through his hair. She lay on the bed looking at him, her lips curved into a naughty smile. "Do you think we have time for a quickie before your mother brings Tim and Tina home?"

"Mum's always saying that she doesn't see enough of her grandkids. I'd say we have time for more than a quickie."

"Provided you don't want a repeat of last night. I'll be sore for a month."

"Poor, baby. Shall I kiss it better for you?" He brought her left hand up to his lips and kissed her engagement and wedding rings. "Thank you for my special treat."

"I'm beginning to think that I should dye my hair red. You were really keen last night."

"A once-a-year fantasy is great, but I much prefer the real thing." He pulled off the wig and ruffled her short blonde hair. "The girl next door who at five did a cartwheel to show her best friend that she could do anything he did, but forgot that she wasn't wearing panties." They both smiled at the memory. "The bright young woman who went off to Oxford while I went off to Iraq. The young woman I told to forget about me and get on with her life, who not only waited for me, but was a virgin on our wedding night. The same woman who didn't throw a tantrum today when all our carefully-laid plans were disrupted by a sick employee. Instead she spent our special day driving around with her husband who was driving a bus, just to be close to him. The successful woman who is not ashamed of being married to a simple man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life."

"Honey, I love you and I wouldn't change a single thing about you. You're my rock in a world that's constantly changing. Happy anniversary, sweetheart," she smiled and kissed him softly.

"Happy anniversary to you too, my sweet," he responded, lowering his head to capture her erect, pouting left nipple and worry it gently with his teeth.

© Lexy Harper 2010

This is the first of three standalone wedding anniversary stories based on happily married English couple John and Helen. I have written these stories especially for committed couples who might feel their sex lives are becoming a little stagnant. With a little effort and at no extra cost they can revamp their sex lives by spicing it up with a little fantasy or roleplay.