Overtime Ontology

Today was a particularly long and arduous day at the bank for your wife Kotone. Throughout the drive home, she leaned against the B-pillar with her eyes closed, making these adorable little sounds every now and then.

You do notice how her thighs seem to rub against each other, though. Maybe you’re just misinterpreting things because she's also really hot and is your wife.

Arriving at the apartment's parking building, you drive towards your usual spot, but Kotone stirs awake and demands you go to another, very specific spot. You question her about it but she just keeps demanding, so you go there. It's not that much further from the entrance and she's tired, let her have the say right now.

You exit the car and walk over to her side, opening the door and undoing the seatbelt. Once you have her standing up in your arms, Kotone unleashes a sudden rush of energy that manifests as lust, throwing her arms around you and devouring your lips, moaning and slurping like her life depends on it.

You’re caught a bit off-guard, kissing back out of pure instinct, mostly. She drags you both until she gets to the rear of the car, and only then does she release her mouth.

"Put me up, baby. Lift me...onto the car. Now. Just do it, please!"

"O...kay?" You oblige and grab her little butt, setting her down on the trunk. As soon as she's sat, Kotone kisses you hard again, wrapping her legs and arms around you like a koala. She's sobbing and whining this time, so desperate she sounds.

Not until she has to breathe does she stop, pulling back just enough to see your face in full.

"Long day, honey?" you pant.

"Mhm. Now shut up and fuck me," she nods and hums, reaching down and fumbling with your belt.

You grab her shaky hands, stopping her. "What...here? We're almost home, it's literally a few—"

Kotone yanks herself free from your hold, pulling your hair towards her to kiss you harshly, biting your lip. "We'll do....more, at home. But...I want—you...now. Need...you inside, now! Can't—wait!" she growls, glaring at you with an intense gaze.

"But...there's cameras here!" you whisper. "We'll get in trouble if—"

"Not here." She shakes her head. "This is a blindspot. Nobody's gonna see us if we don't be loud. Please, baby. I need you!"

“Ah, that's why,” you smile and nod. She goes back to trying your belt, you stop her gently this time. "Let me, honey. You just relax." You undo it yourself, work pants and boxers sliding down to your knees.

Kotone grins widely and almost salivates upon seeing your dick, rock hard from her advances. She slides her hair tie off, letting her hair down freely around her shoulders. You love her in any look, but she knows you're particularly weak for her with hair down.

Next is her pencil skirt, you hike it up as far as its fabric will allow. Your hands reach in, sliding across to try and pull down her stockings. She shudders at the sensation, but not for very long. “Just rip it. I got more, I'll buy more,” she grunts and slaps your hand. With a low, excited chuckle, you tear them wide open, noise echoing across the wide void.

Only one thing left in the way. Your fingers feel the heat under her panties, rubbing it slowly. “Damn, honey. You are wet wet. Been thinking of this all night?”

Kotone keens and exhales, fingernails digging into your shoulder. “Stop—teasing, please...I need you inside so bad,” she sobs, eyes watering.

“Alright, honey. I'm sorry,” you coo, caressing her cheek and kissing softly. You tug her panties aside and plant your tip on her slit. Her breath hitches, then crumbles into a deep moan as you slide inside, filling her up entirely.

“Fuck, honey...”

“Ahh...so b–big! Finally.” Kotone’s head is cocked back, her big hazy eyes pointed at the ceiling. You shut yours to revel in her wet warmth hugging your length, but hurried taps on your butt open them again.

“Move, baby. Please. I wanna feel you.”

With a hand on her waist for leverage, you begin thrusting, finding the angle and cadence that she likes best. “A–Ah! Mmhhh...yeah, that’s it! Don’t stop...” Now why would you do such a thing? You lock it in and take off, pounding at a moderate pace that rubs the rough spot inside her that makes her see stars.

You're enjoying the motions so much you almost fail to notice how loud her moans are getting, clamping a hand over her mouth when you do. “Honey—mm. You said we can't be—loud,” you hiss. Kotone takes the muffling as an opportunity to cry out in pleasure, some broken, delirious laughs following.

You then notice there actually is another plus of the spot she picked: it's near a ventilation fan that runs fairly loud. Having that in mind, you slowly get more comfortable with noise, removing your now spit-soaked fingers from her mouth and letting out your own deep grunts with every rut into her needy cunt.

Your free hand goes to her nape as you suckle on her sweaty neck, tracing messy patterns and leaving a good hickey. So what if it shows at work tomorrow? She's yours and you're hers, nothing's gonna stop that. The effect isn’t lost on Kotone, her deep moans stretched into breathy wheezes.

Stopping by at her lips, your mouth goes down to her chest, undoing the buttons of her uniform jacket. Taking a good mouthful of one breast and kneading the other, you suck particularly hard, as if trying to lick away the fabric of her shirt. Kotone gasps, her hands sliding from your back to push your head down. She also leans back a bit to give you better leverage, amplifying the stimulations.

Switching to the other mound earns you a long groan, her walls fluttering a few times, her body twitching. “Keep...harder! I'm...I—ahh! Almost there, almost there!” she croaks.

You up the intensity a degree, ramming hard enough to knock one of her heels off as her feet dangle in the air. You give her tit one last good suck, pulling off earlier than you did with the other.

A flash of confusion is stirred into her needy, lustful expression, tilting her head. “I wanna look at you. Wanna see my wife when she cums around me,” you growl.

That ecstatic, cock-drunk grin adorns her face again, helpless moans and babbles slipping between her teeth. “Fuck, you're so hot. I'm gonna put so many babies in you tonight!” you whine, thrusts beginning to lose rhythm.

“Better—ahh! Keep...that—promise, handsome. I'm not—mmhhh...letting you—off until you're bone–fucking–dry! S–Shit!”

“You bet.” You plant a quick kiss. “Forget about those...assholes at work. Tonight, I'm—ahh! The only one you know, only one you...feel!”

Kotone's breaths shorten and quicken, her body losing control of itself, her walls leaking and pulsing. “Baby! I'm gonna...gonna—ahh! Fucking...”

“Cum.”

With a wail that someone definitely could have heard, Kotone shatters. Her back lurches in and out of a sharp arch, her pussy contracting as it gushes everywhere.

You roar and explode at the same time, spilling multiple jets of seed inside her waiting pussy. More and more keeps spurting, Kotone’s walls ensuring it gets every drop of your load.

When you finally calm down, wheezing and hiccuping, you pull out of her slowly. It is a royal mess down there, a sizable layer of cum staining her stockings, skirt, your thighs, and of course the trunk lid. Good thing it's got PPF, that Mazda soul red is a right pain to keep clean.

“Holy shit.” Kotone swipes a dollop on her fingers, having a taste. “You sure you got anything left in there?” she giggles.

“Only one way to find out.”

You two barely hold it together throughout the elevator ride up. The front door hasn't even latched closed when you're on each other’s mouths again. You undo clothes with so much haste it's actually a struggle; probably faster if you slowed down.

Either way you're both bare now, articles of clothing dotted about like pieces of a shipwreck. And you make good on that promise to turn Kotone into a cum-filled wreck.

First the couch, fucking a thick load into her via mating press, her short legs stretched over her head as she screams in pleasure.

Then the dining table, watching her perky ass ripple with her bent over. Kotone’s face is mushed on one side, distorting her crazed moans as she orgasms her way to another heaping load of your seed.

Next up, the bedroom door (you never make it onto the actual bed). It bangs and rattles as you rail her standing, one leg raised over your shoulder. By now Kotone's barely able to stand, needing you to hold her up as she climaxes again, earning another good, albeit waning pump of baby batter.

Neither of you is walking straight as you head towards the finale in the shower. Kotone straddles you under the rushing water, rolling her hips gently as she has little energy for anything else. The last load of yours is a weak spurt, but it's no less ecstatic. Regardless, no square inch of her walls is untouched by a layer of cum. At this point it'll be a freak of nature if none of those make it to her womb and settle (or her cycle just didn't open a window, but neither of you remember that right now.)

The day ends at long last with Kotone in your arms, spooning on the bed. Her still slightly damp hair floods your nose with the calming scent of her shampoo. A much needed rest after the evening's carnal craze.

You had to carry her out of the shower, braving through your own sore legs. But she deserves it. Today was just another Thursday at work for you. For Kotone, it was a monumental stress that she channeled into a far more enjoyable and rewarding exhaustion. You really never know what the world may have in store, do you?