Monday morning with Soccer Mom

Soccer Mom was on the bed on her stomach, her hands over her head in handcuffs attached to the headboard. I was on my knees beside her when I brought my hand down.

Spank.

The sound of hand applied to Soccer Mom's ass resonated through her bedroom...followed instantly by a squeal from her mouth.

A quick rub of the hand on still warm skin...

SPANK.

A firmer strike, one that brought a moan rather than a squeal.

SPANK.

Another firm strike on the other cheek. I knew this was making SM wet.

"I'm sorry...please...no more."

I ignored her pleas and spanked again, harder. Eventually the skin on both asscheeks was beet red.

She was on the verge of crying now. "Please (Torn) I promise. I won't walk away. I will tell you."

I turned her over and kissed her deeply. Kisses that moved from her lips to her neck and down her body and back up again. Punishing her with kisses.

"Please...please...make love to me. Take me. Make me yours again."

I would in due time. But I wanted to make her pay for putting me through hell.

Kissing all of the spots I know that make her hot and bothered. Putting my hard cock in reach of her mouth and tongue, only to pull away when I could feel her hot breath.

"Dammit (Torn) give me your cock...please!"

After a few minutes more I finally slid down between her legs and slowly, sensually made love to her pussy with my mouth and tongue. She squirmed and pushed her legs together to keep my head in place. It wasn't long before Soccer Mom came loudly. So much so that I hoped the neighbors wouldn't think something violent was happening. Another orgasm came almost immediately after the first. Then another. It was if she had been saving them up. For me.

I undid the handcuffs and released Soccer Mom from her bondage. I took her in my arms and we kissed deeply. We didn't let go. When the kiss finally broke she whispered "I'm sorry."

Suddenly I was on my back and SM was lowering herself on my cock. All I could do was hold on and let her do her thing. Up, down, hips swiveling, grinding back and forth...focused only on trying to make up for lost time. Soon she had me seeing stars as I came hard and long inside her pussy.

When the room stopped spinning and we had caught our breath, SM and I held each other for a few minutes. Then she spoke.

"When I told you I wasn't going to see you, I knew that was the wrong thing to say. And when I saw the hurt in your eyes I wished I hadn't said it."

"Why didn't you call me later and tell me what you really wanted to say?"

"I wasn't sure you'd believe me."

Wouldn't believe her? We've known each other for too many years to count. She's been honest to a fault...sometimes brutally honest.

"Well we're back to where we should be, aren't we?"

"Yeah...but do you trust me?"

"To a point. It's going to take awhile to rebuild." As long as you stand by what we agreed to the other day."

"I will."

I believe her.