Friday Night Dates
Get horny with this short story about a wife and husband that can't get enough of each other
You know how some couples fall into a rut after having kids, where the days blur together and the nights feel routine? Not Mike and Camila. Their chemistry was like a ticking time bomb, always on the verge of exploding. This Friday night started like any other—dinner with the kids, a little play time before bed—but when Camila said the magic words, things got steamy.
Mike is a roofer. He’s a hard-working, blue-collar guy who owns his own small company. He takes pride in being the provider for his family. But at home, he’s just Daddy. Mike has always had a simple dream: to come home to a beautiful wife he adores, raise his kids in a house full of love, and build a life that feels safe and happy. And now, he’s living it.
Camila used to be a nurse but she’s been home since their first baby. She’s beautiful, short but curvy, with a very full chest that drives Mike crazy. She loves taking care of her baby and of Mike.
Every Friday they tried to go out on a date. Camila had dinner ready when Mike got home. They ate as a family, then he played in the living room with the baby while she slipped away to get ready. She put on this short little smocked dress that hugged her curves and showed off her chest. As she put lotion on her legs, she was already getting turned on, thinking about what Mike would do to her later.
When she came out, he forgot all about the toys scattered around. He stood up, grabbed her, and ran his big hands up and down her body. You could see it in his face—he wanted her right there. She smiled up at him and teased, “Do you like this dress, Daddy?” His answer came low and rough, “I do. I love it on you… and I can’t wait to take it off you.”
They had a putt-putt reservation at seven, but his sister was running late to watch the baby. By the time she showed up, Mike was ready to sprint out the door. Camila had other plans. She leaned close and whispered in his ear, “You know that if I put a mini dress on, Daddy, you have to bend me over and show me who I belong to”
That was it. He grabbed her hand, pulled her down the hall, and shut their bedroom door. He pushed her against the wall, his hands firm on her hips, and kissed her hard. She moaned, her hands sliding under his shirt to feel his warm, solid chest. He didn’t waste time, pulling her dress down and cupping her soft, juicy tits in his hands. Mike leaned down and took one of her tits between his lips. He sucked gently at first, then harder. She gasped, her knees going weak, ready for whatever he had planned. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on her breast, switching to the other one with the same slow, deliberate pace. He wasn’t rushing this. He wanted to savor every second, to make her feel every flick and pull of his mouth.
“Yes, Daddy, I like that” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. His free hand slipped between her legs, all while his mouth continued to worship her breasts.. She was already so wet for him.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he growled against her skin, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. He added another finger, stretching her gently as he worked her into a frenzy. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging in as the pleasure built, threatening to overwhelm her.
Mike didn’t stop until she was panting, her body on the edge, trembling with anticipation. Only then did he pull back, his lips swollen, his eyes dark with hunger. “You’re mine, baby girl,” he said, his voice rough, and she said "Yes, Daddy, I'm yours."
He spun her around, bent her over the bed, and pushed her dress up over her hips. She gasped when his hands spread across her bare skin, rough palms holding her steady. He pressed his big, hard dick into her from behind, making her moan the second he slid in.
His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her back against every thrust. She was already dripping, and the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. He leaned over her, his chest against her back, one hand sliding up to her throat to tilt her head so he could kiss her. She held his hand in place. She liked how it felt around her throat.
He fucked her harder, groaning in her ear, telling her she was his and no one elses. She came fast, her whole body shaking, moaning quietly, trying not to be too loud as the orgasm ripped through her. He didn’t let up, pounding her through it until he finally growled low in his throat and finished deep inside her.
For a moment they stayed like that, his arms locked tight around her waist, her body still trembling under him. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, both of them hot and sweaty, trying to catch their breath.
She smoothed her dress back down, her face flushed, eyes sparkling. He tucked in his shirt, grinning like he just won the lottery, then kissed her again like he couldn’t get enough.
They called the putt-putt place and moved the reservation. No big deal. Then they walked out hand in hand, ready for the rest of their date night—already knowing the night wasn’t close to over.
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