Writing Prompts/Snippets

Snippet 3

"Hey babe I made us coffee, you ready t-"

She stops dead in her tracks and gapes at the delicious man in front of her. It's not that he's wearing anything that special, really. He's just been gone the past few weeks for a job and they haven't gotten to do anything because he got back so late yesterday that she was sleeping and she's missed him so much and damn those fitted pants make his ass look amaz-

"-you think?" He turns to face her with uncertainty laced his lovely eyes, clearly looking for something but her gaze travels to black fabric stretching over thick tan muscles that bulge when they cage her against the wall as he pou-

"Hmm? Oh uh, you look great, my dear." She supplies helpfully, hand combing through her hair as if to brush those thoughts to the back.

He eyes her skeptically, eyebrow arched.

"No really, you do. I'm just- nevermind," she sighs and hands him his coffee. "We'd better get going if we don't want to be late. Oh, remind me to grab a blanket."

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"You look great by the way, as always."

They've grabbed a blanket and a seat in the back pews before he leans over to whisper that. He pulls back smiling with boyish charm and rests his arm on the pew back, pressed against her upper back.

"Thanks-" the wife giggles as she leans into his side- "I just recently found this buried in our closet."

"Ah is this the dress you wore to dinner awhile ago?" His face soured as he mentioned that dinner.

"Yep." Neither of them particularly wanted to go that day or liked the client but she insisted on treating them as a thank you. It's not that the client- Jane, was it?- was unpleasant to be around, she just got quite talkative and careless the more drunk she got. As most inebriated people do. 

A light poke on her left shoulder brought her back to reality with her husband looking at her.

"You have any gum?"

"No, sorry."

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At some point during the pastor's preaching, the blanket got unfolded and draped over both of them.

She glances at her partner to gage his reaction when she rests her hand on his inner-lower thigh.

A shallow inhale, which only she could notice, and a brief squeeze on her shoulder.

They make eye-contact and she silently asks if he's okay for her to continue. His orbs widen a fraction in surprise for a second before he slightly nods. 

She grins, playful and lightly squeezes his upper thigh eliciting a sharp breath. Moving her hand up and down, she slowly traces an oval from top to the kneecap and back up the inside to the thigh top again. He flexes the left hand as he tries to keep his breaths regular. But that goes to waste she places her warm hand on his clothed crotch, a small gasp slipping past pink lips.

Looking straight ahead, she leaves her hand there unmoving and thrives off of the little sighs and sounds of him slowly losing patience. After a bit his hips shift ever so slightly and with that she starts slowly stroking him. He exhales deeply and scoots closer to his wife. She lays her head on the firm shoulder and deftly unbuttoned his slacks, now able to stroke a bit tighter despite the thin boxers.

He bucks a little bit with a quiet groan and his cock twitches when he remembers where he is. She giggles inwardly, pleased to be making him feel so good and drags her hand up to his abs and teases him, fingers dipping just below the waistband.

"Dont," he growls into her hair.

She clenches her thighs for some relief and in one motion, strokes top to base, tightening and thumbing the tip to spread the pre-cum around for a smoother glide. He shakily tilts his head down with poorly concealed moans, closing his eyes and spreading his legs more, and squeezes her shoulder twice. She evilly bites her lips at their non-verbal sign. She tilts her head toward him, soft lips brushing his ear.

"Come for me, daddy."

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Yeah so that happened, anyways pls lmk if it's good cuz I like I'm proud of it and like I want my praise kink fed- 😭😭😭😭

Nah but fr, tell me what was bad and good bc itll help alot

Not like anyone is gonna see this anyway 💀