Escape to the West

"Ahhh" Brenda roared/growled into her pillow. She had just reached her breaking point.

Fritz was soon to follow and collapsed next to her. She rolled up next to him, burying her face into his chest, going through a play by play of what just happened.

It seemed like a normal, boring Wednesday night. They came home from work, ate takeout, talked about their day. Joel was enamored with a ball of yarn and paid them no mind.

Brenda went to change into her sleeping attire, same black panties and pink tank top, when Fritz grabbed her from behind and pulled her to him. He covered her neck with kisses and pulled her to the bed.

She tried to get on top, but that didn't last long, Fritz flipped her over and held her arms over her head. Out of breath, she gave in to him. He shed his clothes and what was left of hers and started devouring her flesh. She loved every moment.

Her nipples were hot and hard like newly formed rocks and he alternated squeezing them hard and softly sucking on them. The mix of pleasure and pain was intoxicating and Brenda soaked it in with staggered breaths.

He pushed on her thighs, and she spread them without hesitation. He attacked her thighs, kissing and biting them all over. She moaned and panted, which only encouraged him.

She got wetter and wetter and loved/hated having no control. He watched her squirm beneath him and smiled at her, devilishly. He let his hand get closer and closer to her mound but made sure to avoid it. He loved to tease her.

Her brown eyes only got bigger, and she looked at him longingly.

"Fritzi"

"Yes"

"Please"

"What is it?" He feigned ignorance to her plight.

"Give it to me."

"Not Yet." He was still having too much fun. He slowly traced her outer lips with his fingers, barely touching her. She tried to buck her hips, but he firmly held her down. "Patience."

Brenda could scream, but she held back. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"We'll see about that," he thought. Somehow, he could read her mind.

He slowly increased the pressure. She got wetter for him, and started to gasp. Slowly, he pushed in his finger, but not very deep. He quickly moved in and out with shallow strokes. She responded with grunts that just kept getting louder.

Just when she was ready to burst, he stopped. His cock was nice and ready for her. He knelt in front of her face and offered it. She spit on the head and slowly began to stroke.

"Two can play this game," she thought as she smiled. She gave him slow licks, carefully running up and down the vein of his dick. Her hands barely touched his balls, but she made him twitch. She got down on her hands and knees. It was easier for her that way and she slowly went to work.

Fritz loved the sight of her on all fours. "I wish she would stay that way. I could ride her all day. He loved watching her ass, and he wished he could reach it and slap it.

Brenda slowly made it from his dick to his balls and started to lick them. She got to his taint, and didn't know what to do next. She slowly licked it. He groaned loudly and she kept going, slowly stroking his dick.

"I never thought she would go there," Fritz thought to himself. Now he had an idea.

Fritz didn't want to lose it so fast, so he pulled away from her and got behind her. He started kissing her back and her calves, and started to slowly lick her pussy from behind.

She growled loudly, dying of anticipation. As he licked her, he grabbed lube from the drawer and liberally applied it to his fingers. Before she knew what hit her, he slowly pushed a finger into her behind.

She screamed. He looked at her. She looked out of breath but happy, so he kept going. Slowly pushing in and out with his fingers as he licked her. One finger became two and two became three. Brenda took them all like a pro. Little did he know, this wasn't her first stint with anal play.

Finally, he had enough, and he thrust his swollen dick into her pussy. This almost put her over the edge. He held on for a minute, wanting to savor the moment, and then he started to slowly thrust in and out.

Brenda got louder and louder. She loved it doggie style and at her rate, she was going to alert the neighbors to their fun. Fritz gently pushed her into the pillow, and quickly increased his tempo.

She screamed into the pillow, and her words wore muffled, but Fritz could still hear her. He kept going until she was about to cum. Then, he froze.

Brenda was ready to kill him. She grunted and wanted to flip him over and ride, but she knew tonight was his night. When she relaxed a little, Fritz resumed.

Minutes later, Brenda started to gush all over the bed. Fritz was still hard. He started moving in and out of her like a piston. Her toes curled up and she started panting very heavily. She somehow started gushing a second time and soon after a third time.

Her body reached its breaking point from all of the stress Fritz put on her. Soon afterwards, Fritz shot his load deep inside of his wife.

Fritz needed time to recover. He was exhausted, pleasing his wife was a lot of work. He liked her next to him, hair a mess, all sweaty and smelling of peaches and sex. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Knock on wood. Her phone rang. Fritz couldn't believe it. She wasn't a cop anymore, yet her phone still rings at all hours. Brenda reluctantly answered it. "Bobby what's wrong honey?"

Her brother was crying, telling her about how he planned the perfect evening for his wife, got her flowers and chocolate to come home and find her in the kitchen with the plumber balls deep inside of her. He felt like a fool. He had been working overtime to take her somewhere nice, she was on the floor for a plumber.

Best of all, Bobby finally realized that this prick was sabotaging the pipes, so he would have an excuse to come to the house and mess with his wife. I can't believe I paid for a guy to fuck my wife.

He screamed, "I hope you liked the service charges. It will pay for this. Bobby grabbed the biggest rock in the front yard and through it right through the window of the plumber's truck.

Joe pulled up his pants and ran out of there, hopped in the truck and peeled out. Fool didn't even have his shoes or the rest of his clothes.

Joyce was completely unapologetic. "If you were around more, this never would have happened." It didn't matter that he. worked day and night to send Charlie to Georgetown and to pay for their house, her car, her spa treatments. He felt his whole life flush down the ratchet toilet.

"Where are you know?" Brenda asked him. "In Mississippi in a hotel. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of that house, out of the state."

"You can't live in a hotel."

"I'm not. I'm driving to LA."

"You're coming here?" Brenda was stunned. She hadn't seen him since Mom's funeral.

"I need to start somewhere new."

"When will you be in town."

"Probably not until Friday. I'm not rushing through. I need time to clear my head. Also, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a hotel that will let you bring a dog."

"You brought Hunter."

"I had to. She's the only one I got."

"You got me, and Fritzi."

"What?" Fritz grumbled. "This won't be good," he muttered.

"Call me tomorrow baby. I love you." Brenda ended the phone conversation.

She looked at Fritz, her excitement from earlier has long washed away. Before he could ask her what happened, she recounted her brother's story.

"Where is he know?"

"Mississippi."

"He's moving to Mississippi."

"No, he's moving to Los Angeles."

"What?" Fritz's eyes bugged out of his head. He liked Brenda's family, but he also liked having a buffer between them. Why don't you try having a wife with three older, protective brothers? Sometimes they act like she's still 16.

"He doesn't have anything in Atlanta. Charlie's gone. Dad's in Florida with Jr. Jimmy's off with Frank somewhere."

"Where's he going to live?"

Brenda had her sad puppy eyes ready.

"No. Not with us. No way, no how."

"It will only be temporary."

"Every time your family comes here, they are loud, needy and you always make off like a bandit leaving me to deal with them."

"I've gotten a lot better. I don't work as much. He needs me."

"The last thing I need is your brother sulking on my couch and guzzling beer all day."

"He'll find a way to keep busy. He's my brother. Would you not do the same for Claire?"

"I would not let her move in with me. I would pay her rent somewhere else before I moved her in here."

Brenda knew that was true. "How about this? How about you get to make a list of three things that you want and I will do them without hesitation?

"Ten things."

"Five."

"I don't know. This sounds like it will not be a good idea."

"It will work out, and think about all of the things you have wanted to do to me, but have been too shy."

"I'm not shy."

"Sure, you're not." She egged him on.

"Fine. I'll do it, but he will not be a permanent fixture. He only gets 3 months, tops."

"Deal."

She sealed it with a kiss.

"Also, he brought his dog. Good night Fritzi." She shut off the light.

"This woman lives to trick me," Fritz thought to himself. "and I keep coming back for more. I can't live without her. I wouldn't know how."

He pulled the covers over himself. Brenda was sound asleep.