Afternoon Delight

Afternoon Delight


Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto’s always been; when it’s right, it’s right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything’s a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.

Tess was singing along with an old song on the radio while she was busy with the usual chores that kept her busy every weekend. Clearing the kids’ stuff off the table, dusting the dresser and the big book case. She was alone in the house, or so she thought. She have not heard her husband returning from dropping the kids off at their grandparents for the afternoon.

Sky rockets in flight.
Afternoon delight.
Afternoon delight.

“… i-i-i-ght!” she squealed as arms wrapped around her from behind. Tess instantly recognized the touch of her husband. She turned her face up to give him a kiss, but he just pulled her T-shirt over her head in one smooth movement. She was not wearing a bra. She never did when she did her chores.
“Honey,” she laughed, when he pulled her loose fitting tracksuit pants to her knees. Vaguely she registered the words of the song on the radio.

Thinkin’ of you’s workin’ up my appetite
looking forward to a little afternoon delight.
Rubbin’ sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
and the thought of rubbin’ you is getting so exciting.

“Bend forward,” her husband whispered. Tess’s upper body rested on the table in front of her. She heard the zipper of her husband’s pants and then felt his hard cock pushing against her folds, rubbing against her clitoris. Tess spread her legs and lifted onto her tiptoes, giving her husband easy access to her wetness. He entered her just as the chorus of the song started again.

Sky rockets in flight.
Afternoon delight.
Afternoon delight.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as he plunged deep into her.
“That is exactly what I am doing. Fucking you!” her husband chuckled.
Tess moaned as he slammed in and out of her. She held onto the sides of the table to steady herself. One of his hands was resting between her shoulder blades, keeping her down, pinning her to the table. She could hardly move. All she could do was to accept this onslaught on her body. An onslaught she enjoyed.

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn’t bite
But you’ve got some bait a waitin’ and I think I might try nibbling
a little afternoon delight.

Sky rockets in flight.
Afternoon delight.
Afternoon delight.

The tempo in which her husband fucked Tess slowed down. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Deliberate pushes. She knew what would follow. She lifted her ass a bit higher, wanting to feel all of her husband’s hardness in her. He groaned and slammed into her pussy one last time, climaxing.

Please be waiting for me baby when I come around.
We could make a lot of lovin’ ‘for the sun goes down.

Sky rockets in flight.
Afternoon delight.
Afternoon delight.

“Stay naked,” Tess’s husband said as the last tunes of the song died away, “there’s some more afternoon delight where that came from.”

© Rebel’s Notes

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was the song, Afternoon Delight.
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20 thoughts on “Afternoon Delight

  1. Great story. I don’t ever get any afternoon delights.
    Always working and on the rare occasions i am not… 5 year old in the house who is an attention addict.

    1. I wish I can get more of these kind of afternoon delights too, but unfortunately mostly working too and kids around most of the time!

      Rebel xox

  2. Same for me as for Mia . . . and I’m at the office and have a full day of “non-erotica” in front of me. I may have to sneak off to the rest-room . . . in fact I may have to sneak-off NOW!!!

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