Free His Firm Hand by Shelly Douglas

rhythm changed as he fucked her ass hard and fast, again and again.
    “I’m going to come, Paul. I’m going to come!”
    He smacked her buttocks hard, and drove his cock in as far as it would go before she heard him groan. “Jesus, Michele. Oh, fuck.” His fingers dug into her hips as a deep growl came from his throat. She felt his body stiffen while his cock spasmed inside her, releasing the spray within the depths of her dark channel as Michele’s muscles trembled and throbbed at the same time.
    She moaned and rubbed her face into the pillow while he hugged her tight from behind. With her ass up in the air like that, Michele felt like a porn star and loved that her husband always took her to a sexy place she never would have thought of going to.
    “I’m not finished. Don’t move, sweetie.” He reached for the disposable wipes to clean his hands and walked to the bathroom to prepare a warm washcloth. Though the position wasn’t comfortable, she waited patiently for him to return and enjoyed his attention as he soothed her flaming bottom hole with a soapy washcloth before rinsing her with a clean warm one.
    “I can run a bath for you,” he offered, lowering Michele’s bottom down to the mattress.
    “Please don’t leave me.”
    He nodded and immediately enveloped her in his arms, surrounding her with the warmth of his large body.
    “Well, what are you thinking?” Paul whispered in her ear, giving it a nip with his teeth.
    “I hope Denise has another date tomorrow night.” She smiled and closed her eyes.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    “Don’t you think Mondays are even more of a drag when you’ve had a fun weekend?” Denise asked, removing a cigarette from the pack. “Michele, are you paying attention to anything I’ve said?”
    “Oh, God! Was that a car door I just heard slam?” Michele’s body shot upright and she ran to the window.
    “Aren’t you freaking out a little early? I haven’t even lit the damn thing yet.” Denise walked over to close her bedroom door. “Besides I can think of crazier things we could be doing than having a cigarette and a beer together.”
    “But you don’t have to live with the consequences if Paul finds out. You’ll go on your merry way while I have to sit on a padded cushion for two days because of a sore backside.” Michele stood at the open window and pulled aside the light tan curtain to check on the noise again. “False alarm. It was just our noisy neighbors coming home.”
    “Can’t you ever relax? I thought a couple of beers, a cigarette, and a few giggles with your sister might take the edge off. But if you have a vision of Paul busting down the door like a DEA agent, then this isn’t going to be any fun at all.” Shaking her head with obvious disappointment, Denise shoved the cigarette back into the pack.
    Michele heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Well, I do feel like I’m sixteen again—except my boobs are a lot bigger than they were then,” she said, cupping her hands around her breasts and pushing them up to accentuate their size. “Okay, give me that damn smoke and the can of Coors Light. But if Paul comes home, I’m escaping through that open window and you’re on your own!”
    “I’m happy to be the fall girl if the need arises—after all, you used to cover for me. I don’t know why you’re being such a worrywart. Didn’t you say Paul wasn’t due home for another hour?”
    “He told me he had a patient until six and would come right home. His schedule usually works like the bullet train in Japan, always on time.” Michele nervously bit her fingernail. “So, remind me—why are we doing this?”
    “Don’t you want to celebrate my upcoming interview with Macy’s tomorrow? Hopefully, my friends in merchandising have already put in a good word for me,” Denise said excitedly. “I think I’ve got a real shot at this position and if I’m successful, could probably afford a place of my own. Then you and Paul won’t have to worry