After His Date-Erotic Audio Story by Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “After his date” There is a moment just before it happens, a subtle shift in the air, a glint in your eyes that tells me you are no longer the man who holds my hand in public. You are something else. The thin veneer of civilization peels away, revealing the primal hunger I crave. Your touch, once gentle, becomes a hungry press, your breath on my neck a hot claim. It is in this moment that I surrender, letting go of all reason and welcoming the beautiful chaos of your desire.

I want you, my love. Let’s begin…

The key in the lock was a familiar sound, a soft jolt to the quiet of the Friday night. It was past eleven, and I lay in bed, trying to sleep. My laptop screen cast a dim light on my face as I listened to him move through the house. He was quiet, cautious, as if I were a sleeping cat he didn’t want to disturb. He went straight to the bathroom, and I heard the low hiss of the shower starting.

A wave of resentment, hot and sharp, washed over me. He had been out with her all evening, and now he was here, using my soap to scrub away the evidence of his date, preparing himself to slip into my bed as if he hadn’t just spent hours with someone else. As if I were just waiting here for him, a warm body to come home to.

When the shower stopped, I closed my eyes and softened my breathing, a master of this particular deception. The bed dipped and swayed as he crawled in behind me. He smelled clean, of the lavender and cedar soap I left in the guest bathroom for… well, for guests like him. He settled in, his body a warm weight against my back, and nuzzled his face into my hair.

“Baby, wake up,” he whispered, his voice a low, hum.

I let out a soft, sleepy moan. “How was she?” I whispered back.

He laughed, a soft rumble. “It was nice. She’s a nice girl.” His hands ran over my arms, and he began to press soft kisses to my ear and neck. “A church girl.”

The words were like a match to a fuse. I giggled, and pushed his hand down between my thighs. I knew this was what he wanted. He immediately understood the command, burrowing between my legs and cupping my bare cunt. “You’d like her,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “You met her once before.”

My mind flashed back to the small, mousy girl with pale skin from the anniversary dinner. She was a pawn in our game now, and the thought of her, so sweet and innocent, and what he was doing to me, sent a wicked thrill through my veins.

I rolled onto my back, pulling my top off, my breasts freed and ready. His fingers slid over my outer lips, tracing the soft, wet folds. “She’s twenty-six,” he said, his lips brushing against mine

as he drew a slow, circle around my clit. “You really wanna talk about this?”

“Mmhmmm,” I moaned, my hips beginning to twitch and rise. “What do you have to talk to her about? She’s a nice girl.” I pushed my hips up, a silent command for him to go deeper, and he complied, pushing a finger inside me, then another. “Did you tell her that you were still seeing me?”

He pushed up hard, hitting my g-spot. “Of course not. I told her that you got too busy for me and that I felt I deserved better.”

I would have laughed if I could think straight. The words, so self-righteous and manipulative, were so perfectly him. My hips began to grind against his fingers. “Oh, you poor victim, you…” I gasped. “Harder.”

He pulled his fingers out, his voice a low, commanding growl. “Turn over.”

Without hesitation, I turned over, pushing my ass into the air. He pushed a second finger inside me, and slipped another into my ass. A long moan escaped my lips. “What do you care? You only want me for this.” He thrust his fingers into me, hard and fast. “Are you gonna come for me like my bad girl? Tell me. You dirty slut. Is this what you want me for?”

The mix of lust and rage in his voice sent me over the edge. I was a wild thing, squirming and moaning, my hips grinding against his fingers. He called me his whore, and I loved every word, every hard, fast thrust. The pressure built until I was a screaming mess, a loud, gasping climax shaking through my entire body. I collapsed onto my stomach, my body still pulsing.

He came back from the bathroom holding my Rabbit, the pink vibrator a stark contrast to his hand. “Get on your back.”

I rolled over, my eyes still heavy-lidded. He straddled my shoulders and pushed his thick, semi-hard cock into my mouth. I pushed the Rabbit up inside me, turning on the vibrating ears first, then the rotating shaft. He grabbed my hair. “Don’t stop.”

I held my head still as he fucked my mouth, my cunt swelling around the Rabbit. He looked down, his eyes dark with possessive pride. “You like that, baby? Yeah, she would never do this for me. She’s a nice girl. I’d have to teach her how to suck my cock the way you do it.”

The thought of him teaching her enraged and turned me on at the same time. The jealousy was a hot, sharp twist in my gut. I sucked harder, my hips thrusting against the vibrator. “Mmmm, maybe you could teach her how to do it, baby. Maybe you could fuck her, and I’d let you turn her into a bad girl like you are.”

He pulled out of my mouth as I came again, my body thrashing in waves as he watched. He pulled the Rabbit out of me, throwing it to the floor. He spread my legs and pushed his cock into me, hard. I cried out, a small sound of pain and shock as he filled me, the sharp thrust sending me into another searing orgasm. My hips arched to meet his thrusts. He held mostly still over me, letting me ride him, my cunt exploding in peak after peak of ecstasy.

He collapsed on top of me, exhausted and satisfied. He pushed the hair out of my face, his voice a low, rough whisper. “I came here.”

“I know, baby. I know,” I said. We lay there for a moment, just breathing, before getting up to clean off.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked. The question was a formality.

“No,” I said, pulling him back to the bed, my voice firm and possessive. “Just make sure you leave before the kids wake up.” I curled up on his chest. I leaned up, kissed him, and whispered, “And don’t forget to leave my key.”