The Little Red Pill Ch. 04

The house door opened and closed. A wonderful scent came over the air to him. He put the bar on its rack and looked over to Julie. She'd not changed or anything, but he could definitely smell something wonderful coming from her direction. Like a cherry cream perfume, strong enough to cut through the stale smell of the garage. He sat up and his muscles quivered. Stan felt strong and powerful, unlike anything he'd felt before. The weight had been nothing to him, he might have even been able to do it one handed. He got to his feet and looked at his wife. She's wet. She's wet from watching me work out. She wants me to fuck her, that's why she's come out to watch.

"Come here," he said, his voice unusually resonant. Julie walked over to him. "Did you wear a bra to the grocery store?"

"No," she admitted.

"So everyone could see your tits hanging in your shirt like that?"

"Yes."

"Sir."

"Yes, sir."

"And you did think about touching yourself while you were out, didn't you? You thought about playing with your little pussy?"

"I did, sir," Julie said, a sly smile on her lips. "Was I not supposed to? Is my pussy only for you, sir?"

"Take your shirt off," he ordered. She obeyed, dropping her shirt on top of his. "Get on the bench."

"But sir, the door is still open. What if the neighbors see inside?"

"Then they'll see a good girl getting bred by her master, won't they?" What the fuck am I even saying. This is the kind of shit I hear in porn.

Yet Julie bit her lip and crawled onto the bench. She'd chosen a pair of leggings that hugged her slightly curvier body in all the right ways. As she bent forward, her breasts dragged along the sweaty workout bench, causing a shiver of pleasure to run through her. She had to move carefully to keep her balance. Her knees were close together and her hands gripped the far end of the bench tightly, leaving her breasts swinging underneath her. Stan walked around beside her and ran his hand along her back. He leaned his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Are you my little slut wanting to get fucked? You want me to pull down your pants and stick my cock in you, don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"But first, you were bad and thought about touching yourself while out in public. That's a no no. And no nos deserve spankings." He stood beside her and rolled down the tights, exposing her perfect ass and her glistening pussy lips. He let his coarse hand slide along each of her ass cheeks, causing her to wriggle back slightly as though she might be able to guide his fingers into her pussy if she were enticing enough. He raised his hand and it came down in a hard swat. Julie let out a gasp and a quiet, "ungh," but kept her ass thrust up and ready. Stan watched as his hand print started to show on her bottom. His wife was bent over a bench in their garage with her tits swinging underneath her and her pussy sopping wet waiting for him. It was a wonder he didn't cum in his pants from the view. "You're going to be a good girl from now on though, aren't you?" He raised his hand and slapped her ass again, harder.

"Do good girls get spankings?"

"Only if they want them," another slap. Another shudder, and another soft moan.

"Oh yes, sir, yes sir I will be a good girl." Another slap, another moan.

"Then its time for your reward," Stan said in a low husky voice, dripping with lust. He could barely think straight any more as hormones flooded his body. He pulled down his shorts and positioned himself behind his wife. With his leaner body, he could see his cock as it pressed against Julie's lips. Her painfully red ass wiggled in anticipation as he slowly pushed himself forward. Volcanic warmth greeted him as his cock slid inside of her. This will never not be worth it, he thought as her pussy clamped down on the intrusion, drawing him further inside of her. He had to step forward and straddle the bench to get fully inside of her, giving any looky-lou's a full view of his ass and balls plunging forward into his wife's wonderfully warm cunt. Stan grabbed her ass with all his strength, holding her firmly in place as he rutted into her. His orgasm had seemed so incredibly close while looking at her, now it was always a moment away.

Julie was in heaven. Hand gripping her ass, being ordered around, bent over ass naked for the world to see if they happened to look, before that moment she'd never known she wanted any of that. But now it seemed like it had been all she'd ever wanted. She wanted Stan to own her in every sense of the word. She wanted his cock inside her all the time, wanted the smell of him on her skin and on her clothes. She wanted his hand on her thigh in public, his lips on her neck when others weren't looking. She wanted to be on her knees for him whenever he asked, because she believed without doubt that he would do the same for her. If she'd asked him, he would have knelt down in front of her and plunged his tongue into her folds until she screamed loud enough for the neighbors to come check. He pulled out of her and she felt as though she might go made without the feeling of him.

"On your back," he said.

She moved quickly to lay down with Stan pulling her tights the rest of the way off, both of them giggling as he struggled to get them over her shoes. He succeeded and her legs dangled in the air with her sneakers as her only clothing. Her juicy pussy was on full display and Stan sunk his cock inside of her again with wonderful ease. He leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth as his hand moved up her body and his rhythm started to build again. He pulled back from her breasts and let his hand graze over her nipples. Stan paused to look down at his wonderfully beautiful wife. Her stomach heaved up and down with ragged breath as her tits wobbled back and forth with each stroke. Her pussy lips parted happily to take his cock into her and her face was flushed with a look of impassioned lust. Her eyes stared at him with complete obedience and desire, asking in silent words for him to control and own her. Stan leaned forward and wrapped his hand around her throat, applying a little pressure and sending Julie into a full orgasm. She started to scream, but his hand moved quickly to her mouth, covering her lips and stifling her moan. He pushed her legs further down until her ankles were near her head. He thrust into her as deeply as he could, wondering if she could feel the extra half inch of his cock. His orgasm hit and nearly caused him to black out from pleasure. His eyes squinted shut involuntarily as his balls emptied into her.

They remained slumped against one another for a while. Stan's cock slid out of her as her legs parted to let him lower his body to hers. He kissed her deeply on the lips and then put his head against her chest for a while. "You're going to need one of those 'please wipe down equipment after use' signs," she said, breathlessly.

Stan laughed and rolled off of her, pulling her up with him. Julie clenched her legs together so that the deluge of cum wouldn't run down her thighs. "That was new," he said. "The pills?"

Julie picked up her discarded clothes. "They're a part, I think," she said. "To be honest though, Stan, all this stuff we've been doing lately. It's like doors in my head are opening. Maybe the pills are the key to unlock them, but the doors were always there. When you put your hand on my throat, I wanted that. Really, really bad. I'm not even sure you choked me any, but the idea alone gave me one of the best orgasms I've ever had."

Stan smirked, "So what other doors have you got?"