Free What Wendy Wants by Nikki Sex Page B

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multiple orgasm possibility of seven.
    Frank had achieved his objective. He had
found what Wendy wanted, and given her exactly that. In the end he hadn't even had
the opportunity to use any novelty items while making love except for that
vibrator. There were still so many sex toys available in his little bag of tricks
that he had bought from the Crypt.
    Frank smiled as he and his wife wrapped
themselves around each other, while drifting off to sleep.
    Cuffs? Bondage? Blindfolds? Well, there's
always next time, he
thought with a deeply satisfied sigh.
    Epilogue
    Wendy sat in her bedroom and looked at the clock. It was
almost 10pm.
    The kids were settled. Jeff, their youngest was fast asleep.
The twins had been threatened with pain of death if they dared to disturb her.
    The twins weren't stupid.
    Wendy figured that they knew that their mom and dad
enjoyed their love life. The twins probably even figured out that she and their
father enjoyed cyber sex. While family was important, the twins were starting
to realize that their mom and dad had a separate married life, too. How could
that harm them?
    Wendy hoped when their children married that they would all
have an honest, satisfying love life of their own.
    Wendy had ten more minutes to get ready. Ten minutes to
utterly banish 'mom brain' and get sexy, slutty, 'wife brain' into gear.
    No sweat.
    She got under the covers, the sheets brushing against her
sensitive nipples. The little bag of toys Frank had given her was in a
pillowcase beside her. What had he been up to? He was a bad, bad man. No doubt
he had left something really wicked to surprise her.
    Wendy had a surprise or two of her own.
    Frank was on a business trip in Bridgeport, Connecticut, for
the next four days. However, for months now, they had been playing cyber sex
games whenever Frank went away.
    Who would have thought that her love life could be so
much fun? Or that she could have so many orgasms? 'Use it or you lose it' was
a saying that applied in this case. That and 'Practice makes perfect.'
    Wendy figured that her husband had trained her body so
well that she could almost climax on his command.
    When she was first married, Wendy thought of Frank at all
times. Love was a chemistry that caused constant, overwhelming euphoria. It was
a feeling that mesmerized and commanded all her thought and attention. Frank
became her focus. Wendy adored getting dressed up for him, shaving and creaming
her skin to make it soft for his enjoyment. She had taken such care with her
appearance.
    Then all of that just… went away.
    How had they let their together time of making love -
such an important part of married life - fall so low in priority?
    All that thrill and excitement had eroded so subtly that
neither of them had noticed. Thank God that they had it back again, even better
than before. Frank was the father of her children and still her best friend. Wendy
loved him to bits.
    The chemistry had become lost for awhile, but had never
really gone away.
    Now they had no secrets. Wendy and Frank knew each
other's hidden fantasies. They had this wonderful sexual aspect to their life.
    André Chevalier had said, "Without honest
communication there is death to love."
    Frank knew everything now, and Wendy had no regrets. She
knew what he wanted, too. Giggling, Wendy imagined them both playing sex games
well into their eighties. Lord have mercy, but why not?
    Pulling her laptop closer, she stacked up some pillows
against the headboard and got comfortable. What would her devious husband come
up with tonight? A chime signaled that Frank was on the other line.
    With a thrill of excitement she hit answer. Frank's smiling,
handsome face came on the screen. How lucky was she to have married such a sexy
guy? He was big and masculine and he had discovered Dominance. Hell, not just
discovered – it was more like he had fully embraced the concept, jumping right
in.
    Talk about stimulus and response! Just thinking of Frank
made her wet.
    His