Business Trip Chapter 12

Business Trip Chapter 12

Copyright © 2024 by W. Richard St. James

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental

THE BIG OUTSIDE lights were on to greet him as the limo pulled into the driveway. The house itself was dark though. By the time he had fussed with paying the driver and getting out his bags, the little light over the front door was on, and a light inside the door. It opened as he walked up the steps.

“Hi.” Jane was there, looking as if she had just come out of the shower, robe half open over breasts and groin that were still full of little drops of water. “Do you need …?”

“Toys? No I got some.”

“Kids are asleep.” Which proved not to be quite true.

“Daddy, Daddy.” It was their daughter, in pajamas, running down the hall. Jane pulled her robe together.

“Here, let’s see what we have for you? The cactus? Or the cow?”

“I want the cactus. Love you.” She took it and ran off to bed.

“I guess her brother is getting the cow. I’ve got something for you, too.” Brad took out the tape.

“Anal Adventure? Figures. Okay. Get cleaned up and we’ll have one of those.”

“Okay. Anything you do to me I get to do to you.”

“And the other way around?”

“Deal.”

He came out of the shower to find that she had shed the robe and put on a strap-on. A big one. “I thought you said you weren’t going any bigger that six inches.”

“That’s what is said on the package. Six inch insertable. See for yourself.”

“That’s an eight.”

“Is it?” Jane was squinting. “My eyes are really going. Whatever. You said as big as you are.”

“I’m not that big.”

“Come over here.” She stood so that the thing was poking into the very bottom of his belly. He was almost grazing her. “See? And you’re not even hard yet.” She pushed him back onto the bed. He rolled over on his stomach.

“No not that way. On your back. Pull your legs up. Is that the best you can do? Want to try something kinky?”

“What kind of question is that? More kinky than this?”

“Grab your legs with your hands. Now loop your elbows around your knees. Put your hands behind your head. Now for the fun part.” She took the belt off of her robe and wrapped it around his wrists. “Is that okay?”

“It hurts. I don’t really bend that way.”

“How about if I do this?” She wrapped the rest of the strap around the headboard.

“I’m not sure I like this.”

“Oh really? Did you ever realize how helpless I am once you get going? Like you’re going to fuck me as much as you want and hard as you want. Pulling out some and then slamming in bone on bone, knocking the breath out of me.”

“You never say anything.”

“What, you want me to scream or something? With the kids around?”

She went under her pillow, retrieved the whip.

“I bet you’d love to see me in the same position. Asshole totally exposed, just waiting to be fucked. I’ll be you wouldn’t do that right away, though. I’ll bet you’d do this first.” She gave him a swat that hit the back of his balls. “Shit. Roll back more.” She tried again, with the same result. “Shit. Angle’s wrong.” She crawled up beside him and took a swat, somewhat off balance, that more or less landed on target.

“Enough of that.” She went back to the bottom of the bed. “What about my breasts? I’ll bet you’d be going after those too.” She leaned up to swat his nipples, the huge dildo poking into his balls. “Or my clit?” A swat on his erection. “Oh, you like that? I’ll bet it would feel so much better if you were getting fucked at the same time.”

She pulled him down to the bottom of the bed so she could stand on the floor. “How does that feel?” She poked the huge tip of the huge thing at his pucker, but without any hint that it was going to go in. “Come on dear, don’t you want this in you?”

“Use your tongue. Loosen it up first.”

“My tongue?