Game Night
Rating: NC-17
Timeline:
Summary: Ben and Leslie try to have kinky sex without waking up the kids.
Notes: For the tumblr prompt: Leslie wants Ben to spank her, but they're nervous the kids will hear them.
It’s later, when they’re unloading the dishwasher and filling it back up with the dirty dinner dishes, the kids sitting around the kitchen table with paper and crayons and other toys, that Leslie says to Ben, “We should play Monopoly tonight.”
Her husband frowns.
“I think that’s a little above their level,” Ben says, with a glance towards their three five-year olds. “But, I guess they could maybe just roll the dice for-”
“No. No. Just us. Later. After they go to bed,” Leslie says quietly, staring at him intently, her face displaying what she hopes is a sexy, sassy grin.
Ben seems to get it because his eyes widen and then he smiles back, his fingers touching hers as she hands him a dirty plate. “Oh. Um. Hmmmm. Okay. Yeah. We should definitely do that.”
Playing Monopoly has, over the years, sort of turned into a sort of short-hand code for a mildly kinky activity-mainly Ben spanking her. It’s always fairly playful and fun, sometimes he’s her cranky numbers robot boss and she’s just spent the whole budget on new park benches or occasionally he’s a stern poly-sci professor and she’s a naughty student with no grasp of fiscal responsibility.
Of course, sometimes they’re just Ben and Leslie, him giving her bare bottom a few stinging slaps that make her moan and gasp before he fucks her from behind.
But lately? With three curious little kids running around, busy jobs, and everything else, it’s probably been at least a few months since they’ve done that.
Most likely it was the last time the triplets stayed over at April and Andy’s.
But ever since this afternoon, when Ben’s palm had brushed against her butt while they were standing in the hallway trying to find Sonia’s lost shoe, that was suddenly all she could think about.
The rest of the dishes get loaded, the two of them giving each other flirty little looks between answering the kids’ questions about whether fish can be purple (yes) or lions can be red (also yes).
Wesley asks if broccoli can be orange, and Leslie turns around and says, “No. No broccoli, honey. Why don’t you draw candy corn instead? That’s orange.”
“You can draw me broccoli,” Ben says, giving Leslie a look. “It can even be orange.”
A few minutes later when she bends over to add the dish washing soap to the little compartment, Ben moves up behind her and lightly pats her ass.
Right. They’re so doing this. It’s on.
They’ll just have to be a little more quiet than normal.
* * * * *
The kids are tucked into bed by eight at night, followed by Ben and the Leslie each reading a story, and then there are sleepy giggles brought on by attacks by both the hug and kiss monsters.
They wait another two hours, poking their heads into the triplets’ room around ten-thirty.
“I think they’re sleeping,” she whispers.
“Should we go make sure?” He asks.
“But what if we wake them up?”
Without answering her, Ben tiptoes into the room a few feet, Leslie still holding onto his hand and preventing him from going much farther.
She examines the scene from her spot in the doorway-Sonia is clutching Wafflenose to her chest, Stephen has his little stuffed zebra named Chip close by, and Wesley snores a little, before giving Yachter Otter a squeeze in his sleep.
Ben turns around and smiles at her.
They leave the door ajar and quietly go to their bedroom and shut the door.
“So, do you want to…” he pauses, raises an eyebrow at her, and then demands in his low, hard-ass state auditor voice, “Ms. Knope, did you buy fiscally-irresponsible park benches again?”
The tone makes her stomach drop, but she doesn’t really need roleplay, she just needs Ben.
Leslie grins but shakes her head and then pulls her t-shirt off. She’s wearing the purple bra that makes her boobs look so great. She changed right before they put the kids to bed.
“No. That’s okay. We can just do this.”
When she starts to slide her black stretchy pants down her hips, Ben grabs her hands.
“Wait. Let me.”
“Oh yeah?”
He nods and grins, tugs her to him for a kiss, keeps his hands clutching her hips as she grinds against him. Her arms end up around his neck as she pushes her body flush against his.
“You’re so sexy when you’re feeling naughty,” he whispers, moving his mouth lower to kiss the spot on her neck below her ear. The spot that makes her shiver in anticipation.
“Mmmmmm…”
"I love doing this to you." He ends up leading her closer to the bed and sits down, his hand lightly rubbing against her ass but then he stops and frowns.
“Alright. Wait. What if one of them does walk in while-”
“This would definitely be a little hard to explain,” she agrees.
A triplet accidentally walking in on under-the-covers sexy shenanigans would be bad, but her actually half-naked and across his lap getting spanked? How the hell could they explain that?
“We could lock the door?” Ben suggests.
“What if there’s a real emergency? I don’t want them to not be able to-”
“Right. Right. Um. Oh. I know,” Ben stands back up. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. So you’re facing the door.”
“Oh, god. Good idea,” she says enthusiastically.
It takes hardly any time at all for Leslie to get into position, and soon Ben is kissing a trail down her back. His lips brushing against her skin, above where the purple bra hooks and then below.
“Bennnnn.” When she says it, it’s practically a whine and he answers with a light slap against her butt. The sound is soft and muffled over her pants and it just makes her want him to keep doing it.
“Impatient?” His voice are low and soft, driving her crazy.
“Yes.”
“So naughty,” Ben mutters and it earns her two more quick slaps, one on each cheek. Leslie kind of lowers her upper body and moans into the mattress.
Soon she feels Ben behind her, tugging her pants and underwear down, pulling them to her knees.
“You want more?” He asks, rubbing his hand along her ass, between and down the insides of her thighs, spreading the wetness around.
“Mmmmm, yeah.”
The next couple of slaps are softer than normal, but still seem extra loud. But, it slowly builds, making her stomach drop and twist as he spanks her exposed skin. After a quick succession, Ben’s fingers brush down again and against her clit, making her push down into him, grind against him.
He uses his other hand and slaps again once more, sharper, and it feels so good as he uses his other hand to finger her that she can’t help but start moaning.
But when he does it again it sounds extra loud and then…she maybe hears something else?
“Wait. Wait,” Leslie whispers quickly, causing Ben to freeze behind her, his hands moving off her body.
“Oh my god, are they up?”
“I don’t know. Did you hear-”
“I didn’t hear anything, but maybe this is too loud?” He says quietly and then trails off, both of them still frozen in this still fairly incriminating position and straining to hear any sounds from the hallway.
At least they’re facing the door and she’s not wiggling across his lap, she thinks. But the longer they stay quiet, making sure that no one is getting up for a glass of water or coming into the bedroom because of a bad dream, the more anxious and squirmy she gets.
She’s so exposed to him, feels even more so that he’s not touching her now, she’s just on her elbows and knees, her ass just starting to feel all stingy and tingly.
Her skin is probably barely pink but regardless, Leslie’s so wet it’s practically dripping down the inside of her thighs.
“Ohhhhhh, okay. I think we’re fine.”
“God. This is a little nerve-wracking. I promise I’ll do a better job next weekend,” he assures her. She hears him undoing his belt, imagines him shoving his own pants and boxers down.
Then Ben is playing with her again, one, then two fingers pushing inside, while his thumb teasingly rubs between her cheeks and makes her gasp and moan at the sensation.
When the head of his cock brushes against her ass, she groans.
“Next weekend?” Leslie manages to get out.
“When we have the kids stay with your mom at her hotel for a night. She’s still visiting right?” Ben adds, fingers still making her squirm.
He pulls his hand away and gives her one final slap.
“Oh god, yeah. Let’s do that,” is about all she can get out before Ben grabs Leslie’s hips and slowly sinks into her.
He stretches forward and whispers, “and then I’m really going to spank you.”
Leslie shudders, her face buried in the soft down comforter.
Between him pounding into her from behind and the way Ben’s other hand is rubbing her in front, swirling around her clit so amazingly, it takes her hardly any time to come. And it’s not like just a regular, perfectly wonderful Sunday night orgasm.
Nope. Even though they were a bit restrained, it was a full-on Monopoly orgasm.
“Mmmmmm,” is about the only sound Leslie can make afterwards, her face turned to the side, cheek rubbing against the bedding.
After he comes, his own release causes him to grip and squeeze at her hips and grunt out sexily.
Ben ends up lying next to her, kissing the back of Leslie’s neck. It’s a few minutes of snuggling and laughing, his fingers brushing across the curve of her hip in a comforting pattern.
“This might sound little weird, but I kind of want to play Monopoly now,” he says, eventually breaking the silence.
Leslie turns around, a huge smile on her face. “Oh! Me too! I’ll go get the game from the closet.”
Timeline:
Summary: Ben and Leslie try to have kinky sex without waking up the kids.
Notes: For the tumblr prompt: Leslie wants Ben to spank her, but they're nervous the kids will hear them.
It’s later, when they’re unloading the dishwasher and filling it back up with the dirty dinner dishes, the kids sitting around the kitchen table with paper and crayons and other toys, that Leslie says to Ben, “We should play Monopoly tonight.”
Her husband frowns.
“I think that’s a little above their level,” Ben says, with a glance towards their three five-year olds. “But, I guess they could maybe just roll the dice for-”
“No. No. Just us. Later. After they go to bed,” Leslie says quietly, staring at him intently, her face displaying what she hopes is a sexy, sassy grin.
Ben seems to get it because his eyes widen and then he smiles back, his fingers touching hers as she hands him a dirty plate. “Oh. Um. Hmmmm. Okay. Yeah. We should definitely do that.”
Playing Monopoly has, over the years, sort of turned into a sort of short-hand code for a mildly kinky activity-mainly Ben spanking her. It’s always fairly playful and fun, sometimes he’s her cranky numbers robot boss and she’s just spent the whole budget on new park benches or occasionally he’s a stern poly-sci professor and she’s a naughty student with no grasp of fiscal responsibility.
Of course, sometimes they’re just Ben and Leslie, him giving her bare bottom a few stinging slaps that make her moan and gasp before he fucks her from behind.
But lately? With three curious little kids running around, busy jobs, and everything else, it’s probably been at least a few months since they’ve done that.
Most likely it was the last time the triplets stayed over at April and Andy’s.
But ever since this afternoon, when Ben’s palm had brushed against her butt while they were standing in the hallway trying to find Sonia’s lost shoe, that was suddenly all she could think about.
The rest of the dishes get loaded, the two of them giving each other flirty little looks between answering the kids’ questions about whether fish can be purple (yes) or lions can be red (also yes).
Wesley asks if broccoli can be orange, and Leslie turns around and says, “No. No broccoli, honey. Why don’t you draw candy corn instead? That’s orange.”
“You can draw me broccoli,” Ben says, giving Leslie a look. “It can even be orange.”
A few minutes later when she bends over to add the dish washing soap to the little compartment, Ben moves up behind her and lightly pats her ass.
Right. They’re so doing this. It’s on.
They’ll just have to be a little more quiet than normal.
* * * * *
The kids are tucked into bed by eight at night, followed by Ben and the Leslie each reading a story, and then there are sleepy giggles brought on by attacks by both the hug and kiss monsters.
They wait another two hours, poking their heads into the triplets’ room around ten-thirty.
“I think they’re sleeping,” she whispers.
“Should we go make sure?” He asks.
“But what if we wake them up?”
Without answering her, Ben tiptoes into the room a few feet, Leslie still holding onto his hand and preventing him from going much farther.
She examines the scene from her spot in the doorway-Sonia is clutching Wafflenose to her chest, Stephen has his little stuffed zebra named Chip close by, and Wesley snores a little, before giving Yachter Otter a squeeze in his sleep.
Ben turns around and smiles at her.
They leave the door ajar and quietly go to their bedroom and shut the door.
“So, do you want to…” he pauses, raises an eyebrow at her, and then demands in his low, hard-ass state auditor voice, “Ms. Knope, did you buy fiscally-irresponsible park benches again?”
The tone makes her stomach drop, but she doesn’t really need roleplay, she just needs Ben.
Leslie grins but shakes her head and then pulls her t-shirt off. She’s wearing the purple bra that makes her boobs look so great. She changed right before they put the kids to bed.
“No. That’s okay. We can just do this.”
When she starts to slide her black stretchy pants down her hips, Ben grabs her hands.
“Wait. Let me.”
“Oh yeah?”
He nods and grins, tugs her to him for a kiss, keeps his hands clutching her hips as she grinds against him. Her arms end up around his neck as she pushes her body flush against his.
“You’re so sexy when you’re feeling naughty,” he whispers, moving his mouth lower to kiss the spot on her neck below her ear. The spot that makes her shiver in anticipation.
“Mmmmmm…”
"I love doing this to you." He ends up leading her closer to the bed and sits down, his hand lightly rubbing against her ass but then he stops and frowns.
“Alright. Wait. What if one of them does walk in while-”
“This would definitely be a little hard to explain,” she agrees.
A triplet accidentally walking in on under-the-covers sexy shenanigans would be bad, but her actually half-naked and across his lap getting spanked? How the hell could they explain that?
“We could lock the door?” Ben suggests.
“What if there’s a real emergency? I don’t want them to not be able to-”
“Right. Right. Um. Oh. I know,” Ben stands back up. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. So you’re facing the door.”
“Oh, god. Good idea,” she says enthusiastically.
It takes hardly any time at all for Leslie to get into position, and soon Ben is kissing a trail down her back. His lips brushing against her skin, above where the purple bra hooks and then below.
“Bennnnn.” When she says it, it’s practically a whine and he answers with a light slap against her butt. The sound is soft and muffled over her pants and it just makes her want him to keep doing it.
“Impatient?” His voice are low and soft, driving her crazy.
“Yes.”
“So naughty,” Ben mutters and it earns her two more quick slaps, one on each cheek. Leslie kind of lowers her upper body and moans into the mattress.
Soon she feels Ben behind her, tugging her pants and underwear down, pulling them to her knees.
“You want more?” He asks, rubbing his hand along her ass, between and down the insides of her thighs, spreading the wetness around.
“Mmmmm, yeah.”
The next couple of slaps are softer than normal, but still seem extra loud. But, it slowly builds, making her stomach drop and twist as he spanks her exposed skin. After a quick succession, Ben’s fingers brush down again and against her clit, making her push down into him, grind against him.
He uses his other hand and slaps again once more, sharper, and it feels so good as he uses his other hand to finger her that she can’t help but start moaning.
But when he does it again it sounds extra loud and then…she maybe hears something else?
“Wait. Wait,” Leslie whispers quickly, causing Ben to freeze behind her, his hands moving off her body.
“Oh my god, are they up?”
“I don’t know. Did you hear-”
“I didn’t hear anything, but maybe this is too loud?” He says quietly and then trails off, both of them still frozen in this still fairly incriminating position and straining to hear any sounds from the hallway.
At least they’re facing the door and she’s not wiggling across his lap, she thinks. But the longer they stay quiet, making sure that no one is getting up for a glass of water or coming into the bedroom because of a bad dream, the more anxious and squirmy she gets.
She’s so exposed to him, feels even more so that he’s not touching her now, she’s just on her elbows and knees, her ass just starting to feel all stingy and tingly.
Her skin is probably barely pink but regardless, Leslie’s so wet it’s practically dripping down the inside of her thighs.
“Ohhhhhh, okay. I think we’re fine.”
“God. This is a little nerve-wracking. I promise I’ll do a better job next weekend,” he assures her. She hears him undoing his belt, imagines him shoving his own pants and boxers down.
Then Ben is playing with her again, one, then two fingers pushing inside, while his thumb teasingly rubs between her cheeks and makes her gasp and moan at the sensation.
When the head of his cock brushes against her ass, she groans.
“Next weekend?” Leslie manages to get out.
“When we have the kids stay with your mom at her hotel for a night. She’s still visiting right?” Ben adds, fingers still making her squirm.
He pulls his hand away and gives her one final slap.
“Oh god, yeah. Let’s do that,” is about all she can get out before Ben grabs Leslie’s hips and slowly sinks into her.
He stretches forward and whispers, “and then I’m really going to spank you.”
Leslie shudders, her face buried in the soft down comforter.
Between him pounding into her from behind and the way Ben’s other hand is rubbing her in front, swirling around her clit so amazingly, it takes her hardly any time to come. And it’s not like just a regular, perfectly wonderful Sunday night orgasm.
Nope. Even though they were a bit restrained, it was a full-on Monopoly orgasm.
“Mmmmmm,” is about the only sound Leslie can make afterwards, her face turned to the side, cheek rubbing against the bedding.
After he comes, his own release causes him to grip and squeeze at her hips and grunt out sexily.
Ben ends up lying next to her, kissing the back of Leslie’s neck. It’s a few minutes of snuggling and laughing, his fingers brushing across the curve of her hip in a comforting pattern.
“This might sound little weird, but I kind of want to play Monopoly now,” he says, eventually breaking the silence.
Leslie turns around, a huge smile on her face. “Oh! Me too! I’ll go get the game from the closet.”