enola_quiet-night-in

A QUIET NIGHT IN by Enola

A mischievous grin sprang across Kylie’s face as she put the phone down. James was coming back in a couple of hours and looked forward a quiet and relaxing night in. Kylie had a hot bath, during which she carefully shaved her legs, and prepared something nice and quick to eat. When she was finishing setting the table, she heard the door closing followed by a warm ‘baby, I’m at home.’ In a while James was in the kitchen enjoying the delicious smell of food. He gave Kylie a cuddle and a soft kiss whispering he had missed her. Then, he rushed to shower. For a second, the thought of joining him crossed her mind, but then, once again, that mischievous smile. ‘It would be worth waiting,’ she said to herself.

“Hey? Where the hell are my shorts?” cried James from the bedroom. At the word ‘shorts’ a loud and upset ‘shit!’ escaped from Kylie’s mouth. His shorts, two pairs, were still among the washing that she should have hung up to dry in the morning, but had forgotten to. Another pair was in the laundry basket. James re-entered the kitchen wearing a tight white t-shirt and a pair of old black combats he hadn’t worn in ages. He had put some weight on, so its button didn’t do up anymore. But she loved him that way. She got a bit shocked when she saw James old pictures where he looked like a skinny ferret. She definitely liked him more now, chunky and with that beard of his that made him look very manly.

Once they had eaten, James stood up and took a beer out from the fridge, so he left the kitchen. Kylie watched him with a puzzled look in her face. When she left the kitchen she saw him sitting on the sofa, his feet over the tea table.
“Erm…what are you doing?” she asked a bit upset.
“Going to watch the boxing,” replied James without even turning around.
‘Watch the boxing?’ she said to herself re-entering the kitchen fuming. ‘I cooked a lovely meal, I dressed all nice…and what does he do? He watches the fucking boxing! The bastard!’ She cleared the table and did the washing up making as much noise as she could with the dishes and cutlery, not caring about she might break something at all. ‘If he dares ask for another beer, I’ll strangle him. I swear I will!’

She left again the kitchen and stayed still for several moments looking at him. ‘You little wanker! Thank you very much for spoiling my evening!’ She then shut her eyes and took a deep breath. ‘Okay, honey. Now it’s my turn!’ She went and sat down next to him snuggling up to him. He said nothing but he automatically wrapped his arm around her whilst encouraging his favourite boxer.
“What’s the fun in watching two cunts punching at each other I won’t ever understand!” she stated bitterly.
“Are you mad?” grimaced James glancing at her. “Have you seen the way they move, how they duck blows?” His voice was full of excitement but Kylie remarked with a loud long yawn. James shook his head disappointed by her reaction and completely focused on the match.

Kylie thought it was time to act. First of all, she slid her hand under his t-shirt and started fondling his smooth belly and chest. She then realised that James’s fingers were playing with her blonde curls. Her hand went down to his belly again, then her hand was on his combats undoing one of the three buttons which were done up. Afterwards, she moved her hand back to his belly and some seconds later she undid the second button. When she finally unbuttoned the last one her eyes popped out and that mischievous grin was on her face once again: he was wearing nothing under his combats. ‘That makes things a lot easier!’ she thought. She waited for the moment James took his beer to his mouth to slide her hand under his trousers. As she grabbed his dick, James spluttered some beer and screamed her name quite annoyed while she burst out laughing.
“You want to kill me or what?” he said with a hint of a smile.
Kylie bit his earlobe and whispered, “Come on, I know how much you love me doing it!”
“Yeah, I so bloody love it,” giggled James. “But not when I’m drinking. That was a nasty trick!”
“I’m bored!” she snorted.
“Let me watch the boxing, then you’ll be able to do whatever you like,” he said kissing her hair quickly.

‘Okay, honey…you watch the fucking boxing while I have some fun!’

With her hand still inside his combats, she started stroking his dick very slowly. James was ready to protest, but he didn’t say anything. The truth was that he was enjoying it like mad and didn’t want her to stop. Kylie bent down and ran her tongue over his standing dick which got harder and harder. She felt his hand grabbing and pulling her hair. She couldn’t help but smiling when he started panting moaning her name. She sucked on the tip and slowly she took him in her mouth gradually. When he was ready to cum she stopped and got up leaving James confused.
“Night night darling,” she yawned, “I’m going to sleep.”
“Hey?” he cried standing up and grasping her by the arm, he went on: “You can’t play with my cock and then leave like this.” He sounded pretty annoyed.
“James, I’m tired and I want to go to sleep.”
He pushed her against the wall, “You’re not going anywhere!” His voice was husky and his eyes sparkling with lust.
“Okay Kylie, be strong. Don’t let him win. He does deserve a lesson.”

She didn’t react as James buried his face on her neck kissing and biting her skin hungrily. Not even his hard cock pressing on her groin had any effect. James cupped her big breasts in his hands squeezing them repeatedly, but she stayed still and didn’t emit a sound. “James let me go, you’re just wasting your time. I have no intention to beg you to shag me.” James sniggered sliding his hand under her skirt sure she would give in at any moment. “How have to say it? I wanna go to sleep.” She shoved him away closing the bedroom door behind her. ‘It serves you right, prick!’

When Kylie awoke at 3.20am James wasn’t in bed. She found him in the lounge sitting in an armchair in the dark with a glass in his hand.
“Hey? Aren’t you sleepy tonight?” She sat and stroked his fluffy brown hair but he pulled back in annoyance at once. This made her smiled and she touched his hair again for a moment making him raging at her:
“Why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone? You said you were tired, so please, go back to sleep.”
Was he angry? Oh yes, he really was!
“So why are you angry now? I should be, not you?”
“You should be?” remarked James aloud.
“Yeah!” she spat, “I cooked for you, I put a nice dress on and what for? You sat down and watched the bloody boxing! You know I hate being neglected.”
“Aren’t I allowed to watch some telly now? I just needed to relax for a fucking hour, but you couldn’t wait, could you? Did I ask too much? Instead of playing the bitch, if you had been patient for a little while we would’ve done whatever you liked later.” He gulped the little whiskey that still was in his glass, so got up and filled it again.

Kylie stepped closer and held him from behind wrapping her arms around his massive chest. “Don’t you agree that we’re wasting our time and energy in pure bullshit when we could do something far more pleasant for both?”
James inhaled deeply rubbing his beardy face, then he spoke sternly. “There’s something you didn’t finish.”
The sound of his husky voice turned her on. “I have no objections,” she whispered placing one hand over his crotch which responded promptly. She knelt down before him, undid his combats and lowered them until his ankles. His huge cock sprang free before her longing mouth.
“You know the way I like it, don’t you?” She did know and said nothing. She held him one hand and ran her tongue from the base to the tip, slowly how he liked it. His hands grabbed her blonde curly hair and pulled it.

Under the touch of her wet skilled tongue, James got bigger and harder. Kylie was now ready to take the next step. Her lips cupped the tip of his dick and sucked on it. His chest rose and fell quickly, his mouth let out incoherent words among groans and swearing. He was about to come, so she took him in her mouth gradually. He eventually came with a scream throwing his head back.

Kylie got up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. James, who still was catching his breath, pushed her against the wall and kissed her roughly shoving his tongue in her mouth. “Bloody hell! You’re incredible. You get better and better every time,” he panted. “I don’t know how you can do it. You always manage to amaze me.” He noticed her pert nipples under her t-shirt, so grabbed it tearing it apart and took one nipple between his lips. He bit gently at it while his hand was squeezing the other of her tits. She arched her back moaning softly. “C’mon, say it.”
She snorted annoyed, “Why don’t you just do it?”
“’Cos I wanna hear you saying it.”
“You’re a bloody dickhead!”
“That’s something you like a lot, the head of my dick, uh?”
“Actually, I like the whole thing…especially when it’s inside me,” she whispered sensually taking his cock in her hand which got harder as her grip tightened. “Jesus! How can a man be that huge?”
“You’re a very lucky woman.”
“MMM, I bloody am!”
“I’m still waiting…”
“Bastard!”
“Slut!”
“Damn you! You know what that word do to me, don’t you?”
He laughed quietly. “It makes you all horny. A horny slut!”
“Okay, I think it’s about time you shag your horny slut.”
“That’s not exactly what I wanted to hear.”

He slid her hand between her thighs making her gasp. She wasn’t wearing her knickers, so James enjoyed teasing her a little bit. He enjoyed doing it because he knew that that drove her mad. Kylie bit her lower lip but she didn’t say what James wanted to hear saying from her. She was getting wetter and wetter. James’s fingers played skilfully with her clit making her legs weak. In the meanwhile, he was kissing her hungrily on the neck, biting her soft skin. She could no longer bear it.
“Oooh James…you won bastard. Fuck me. Fuck me as harder as you can.”
“It wasn’t that difficult, was it?” he said with a pleased grin on his face.

He took his tight white t-shirt off and placed his hands on her hips. Kylie gasped as she felt his big dick rubbing against her wet pussy. He entered her quickly making her groan loudly. She wrapped her legs around James and urged him to thrust deeper into her. He gave several mighty thrusts and she dug her nails in his fleshy back. She pleaded with him to shag her harder and harder and he was delighted to satisfy her desires. They both gave a scream as a powerful orgasm built inside their bodies.

“Stay in. Please, don’t…” she panted still holding him with her arms and legs.
“You just can’t have enough of my dick, can you?”
“You can’t understand. You can’t know how a woman feels with a ten-inch throbbing cock inside. That’s the best sensation possible.”
He sought for her mouth and kissed her with passion. “It was amazing. We should argue more often. I’m sorry to do it, but I need to go to the loo.”
“Oh noooo!”
“Don’t worry darling, you go to bed now. I’ll join you in a sec.”
She unwillingly put her legs down and kissed him again before they parted. He turned a table lamp on and walked to the toilet. The sight of his naked body sent shivers down her spine. ‘Oh Kylie dear, you’re just a very lucky woman!’

The end.

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