What Wendy Wants Read Online Free

snacks. That was the first time they really saw each
other.
    What happened had been comical and ridiculous, yet also
magical.
    Frank and Wendy had each been mindlessly absorbed,
concentrating on watching the outrageous shenanigans of the party. People were chugging
beer, some girls down to their bras while dancing, some people smoking dope and
others engaged in a chase with a young woman as the prize.
    Frank had felt like an observer engaged in an anthropological
study of 'College tribal mating rituals.' He and his date, both captivated, had
absently reached into that bowl at the same time. When their hands touched they
looked up into each other's eyes.
    Humor and awareness had hit Frank with the force of a
blow.
    Here they were, young healthy, and ready to party. But
instead they each preferred to watch… and to eat Cheetos. Their eyes had
locked, mutually twinkling with surprise and amusement. A moment later, in perfect
concert, they had burst out laughing. Their date had been a winner after that,
and from then on they had been inseparable.
    Wendy - beautiful, unique and amazing, was still the
woman for him.
    From time to time during his marriage, other women had
hit on him. Frank figured that he was perhaps attractive to the opposite sex, now
that he was more mature and self-assured. Or did some women prefer married men?
Each time a woman flirted, Frank had been flattered, but also uncomfortable.
    No matter who come on to him, he would never cheat. Infidelity
was something he just didn't agree with. Married and faithful, or divorce –
that's what he always figured. Lucky for him, such loyalty was easy in his case.
No one could ever come close to Wendy.
    Thoughtfully, Frank tapped into the passcode: 'Cheetos.'
    The Kindle instantly opened.
    Frank's heart kicked into a little stutter. That first
moment of intimate connection had been important. It still gave him a sense of
awe and wonder. Right here, with Wendy's password, was the proof of that.
    He read on her Kindle from where she had been reading:
    "Arms over your head, sweetheart," he ordered,
"and spread those legs."
    Kurt took his time, parting her with his fingers,
enjoying the lush pink swell of her pussy and running his tongue along her slit
to taste her sweet honey. To his delight, she was panting breathlessly, with
the occasional broken cry from deep in her throat.
    When he slid a finger into her, while licking her clit,
she became louder, fisting the sheets, and begging him to fuck her.
    Ah, he
thought, utterly satisfied. My shameless woman, overpowered with lust.
    She was such a wanton greedy girl. Kurt loved to see her
that way, enslaved by desire. He took his time fingering her, moving in and
out, enjoying making her squirm.
    From time to time he took Carmen's clit right into his
mouth, suckling and nursing it. He felt it inside him then, throbbing away like
an athlete's heartbeat during a marathon. He smiled and thought about earplugs
once more. Man, could she make some noise or what? Her ability to resist orgasm
was still astonishing, although he did pull back when he felt her coming too
close.
    Holy shit!
    A timeless flash of both confusion and clarity assailed Frank.
    It was like those rare moments while pursuing an
accounting case. Nothing makes sense. Then, bang! All of a sudden one elusive
factor resolves every aspect. Frank experienced a profound second in time where
thousands of tiny details all consolidated into one perfect truth.
    Wendy wasn't sexually satisfied.
    His wife needed more.
    Frank carefully considered what he had read on her
Kindle. When was the last time he had gone down on her? He couldn’t even
remember. The numerous times Wendy had subtly refused his sexual advances, and her
obvious irritability. They way she almost gave in to sex sometimes, rather than
joyously jumping him as she had for the first few years of marriage.
    What had she said on the weekend when they had managed to
get together to make love? Honey, sometimes I think