The Venus of Loving Series

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I own nothing.


Story One: Ride Buffy Ride

Buffy waited inside the building watching the pouring rain and cursing under her breath for forgetting her umbrella. She should have listened to her husband Spike who warned her rain was coming.

She had worn brown suede shoes to match her brown pin-stripe suit, wishing she could turn back the hands of time to change them so they wouldn't get ruined. It was too late now as she thought back to how long ago it had been when she purchased the Charles David must-haves. She knew she was going to need a new pair once Mother Nature's tears seeped through the fine suede material.

When she saw her husband's black Mercedes pull up to the front of the building, she contemplated running to the car to limit the amount of time her poor shoes would be subjected to the water torture. However, three-inch heels on concrete combined with speed would probably do more damage so she settled on power walking the distance from the building to the luxury sedan.

She used her brown leather briefcase in an effort to save at least her shoulder length blonde hair as she exited the building. Spike opened the car door for her and held his hand out to help her inside. He grabbed her briefcase and threw it in the back seat. She was grateful for his assistance. Always the gentlemen she thought never remembering a time when he wasn't. Staring into his blue eyes, she addressed him.

"Before you say anything...let me say...yes...you were right about the rain."

Spike smiled while waiting for his wife to put on her seat belt before responding to her comments. Once she snapped herself securely into place, he grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her fully on her glossed pink lips still damp from the rain.

"And hello to you too, sweetheart."

Buffy smiled like a teenager in love, complete with blushing and a tilt of her head as she enjoyed the feeling of pleasant stirrings in her lower regions. Ten years together and he could still make her feel that way she thought.

"I'm sorry. I was upset about my shoes."

"They're only shoes luv."

"I know but they're my favorite pair."

Spike smiled. His Buffy did love her shoes and he had to admit so did he especially her collection of come-fuck-me-pumps in all colors lining the top and bottom shelves of her enormous walk in closet.

He placed his hand on her thigh and ran it down the length of her leg, stopping to massage the calf and ankle before removing the damp suede shoes from both her feet. He turned up the heat in the car and placed them on the front dashboard to dry. It wasn't quite winter yet but their was enough chill in the air to warrant a little heat.

"They should be dry by the time we get home."

"But"

"I'll carry you inside." Spike interrupted, giving her a sexy smile. "We don't want those pretty feet of yours to get wet." Spike winked at his beautiful blonde wife amused and turned on by her blushing schoolgirl-with-a-crush look on her face.

Buffy could not object to what her handsome blonde husband wanted to do. Besides, the thought of him carrying her into the house would only add to the dampness forming in her panties. She loved it when his sensual side took over when he soothed her with a sweet kiss and left her legs and feet trembling from his masculine touch. The car wasn't the only thing getting heated as thoughts of fucking him entered her mind. She put her wicked thoughts to rest and relaxed into the soft black leather seats as he eased slowly into the sea of cars, heading for more traffic as they approached the interstate.

Buffy frowned. "I guess getting home in twenty minutes is out of the question."

"Looks that way, luv."

Buffy watched him take his bottom lip between his teeth and the intense look that formed on his face as he maneuvered onto the interstate and settled into position between a green late ford model truck and a white BMW. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. Spike hadn't aged in ten years. He still looked like the handsome young man she met her sophomore year in high school. She chuckled to herself remembering how they didn't like each other very much and tried to avoid being in the same room together. It proved to be quite difficult considering they shared some of the same classes and friends. They were constantly being thrown together by others as if they knew something she and Spike didn't. Well their friends turned out to be right when she and Spike finally realized they didn't hate each other all but were extremely attracted to the other.

She noticed his strong hands gripping the staring as she fantasized about them cupping her breasts. Her eyes traveled down to the front of his pants. He wasn't hard but she liked the way he filled them out. Her husband's penis was as beautiful as his face. She licked her lips, which suddenly became dry as she pictured the erect power of it filling her, moving back and forth inside her like the wipers across the windshield.

When the rain started to come down harder, Spike increased the speed of the wipers causing her to chuckle even more at the thought. Could he be reading her mind? She focused on the wipers moving faster, picturing him thrusting with equal rhythm. She chuckled again and this time out loud.

"What's so funny, luv?" He asked, interrupting her out of her wicked thoughts.

"Just thinking about something funny I heard at work today."

Spike smiled and used her comment to ask her about her day. She was animated in her speaking; holding his attention as he listened to her put her spin on words and expressions he knew weren't apart of the English language. He loved her spirit and youthfulness mixed with a wantonness that excited him. It's been ten years and she could still make him harder than Chinese Arithmetic. He chuckled at the thought.

Buffy stopped talking. "Did I say something funny?" Realizing he had stopped listening due to his wicked thought, Spike cleared his throat and told her to proceed. She squinted her eyes at him and smirked.

Spike turned away from the road to look at her. "What?" he asked, his voice had a touch of guilt.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing"

"Liar" She replied under her breath low enough he couldn't hear her. They were always on the same wavelength. He wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. Their ever-present passion seemed to flare up at the strangest times.

Buffy began to massage the inside of his thigh, giving him that look he knew all too well. He smiled looking at her then at her hand and back at her again. The traffic had the car on a halt and go so he didn't have to pay too much attention to the road. The car stayed in the halt position more than it moved. He watched her move her hand further up his thigh until she was fondling his growing erection.

Buffy wanted him as she increased the pressure on his package and there was no way she could wait until they got home. The traffic was getting worse and they were at a standstill. She unbuckled her seatbelt and continued to fondle him while she moved closer, taking in his strong male scent. She nuzzled his neck as the smell of his expensive cologne intoxicated her. Buffy was beyond turned on. She nibbled and licked his neck squeezing his cock through his pants. The tip of her wet tongue blazed a path to his earlobe. She sucked the tender flesh into her mouth then bit it.

Spike's eyes closed and opened and his breathing increased. His wife knew what he liked. Suddenly, he pushed harder on the break and put the car in park. He grabbed her combining his lips with hers as their tongues found, probed and circled the others.

Unbeknownst to the passionate couple the cars up ahead had gradually began to move during their long tongued event.

Buffy shoved her small hand down Spike's pants grabbing hold of his cock to squeeze and stroke it. He moaned into her mouth, letting one of his hands undo the button on her suit jacket to give him access to her breasts. His large hands fondled back and forth stopping to cup and squeeze the nipple of the right one, needing to take it into his mouth.

They were lost in the pleasure of the moment until the sound of honking horns forced their heated lips to separate. Spike looked in front of him noticing the car ahead of him had moved a good twenty feet. He tried to get his breathing under control to focus. He licked his lips and shifted in his seat before placing the gear into drive. Once he moved up, he looked at his beautiful wife who was staring at him and panting with desire.

"We can't...not here...the traffic luv." Spike didn't know why he even bothered to say anything. When his wife set her mind to do something, there was no stopping her.

Buffy didn't respond instead she pulled off her sheer nylons and lace panties. She rested her legs on the dashboard and hiked up her skirt, making sure he got a good view of her pussy moistened by the heat of their passion. She played with herself while he looked back and forth, trying to keep one eye on her and one eye on the road.

Traffic began to move slowly as Spike tried to concentrate on his driving but his horny wife was making it impossible.

"If you keep that up luv, I'm going to crash the car."

Buffy ignored him, pushing two fingers inside her wetness. She moaned from the penetration, letting her tongue sneak out of her mouth to her lips, knowing it would drive Spike wild. She opened one of her eyes looking at him staring at her wet pussy and licking his lips.

"Spike" She whispered as she continued to finger herself.

Realizing he was paying way more attention to Buffy then the road, Spike searched for an exit to a lounging area. He was sure there would be one up ahead as he veered into the far right lane.

"Your going to be the death of me woman if you don't stop."

Buffy gave Spike a wicked smile. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brushed them across her lips before sucking them into her mouth. He removed her legs from the dashboard and scooted over to Spike. He began to slow down, causing the cars behind him to honk their horns while they sped by aggressively, giving him the finger.

He could smell the familiar odor of her arousal before it touched his lips and stroked his tongue. She kissed him as he fought to keep his eyes on the road, partially swerving onto the gravel off the road. It took more restraint then he thought he had to tear his mouth away from the ORAL caress of her lips.

"Buffy" He managed to say before she claimed his mouth again.

Buffy knew what she was doing was putting them both in danger but her lust from him made her ignore reason. She parted her lips from his and quickly got out of the way but stayed close enough to unbutton and unzip his pants. She pulled his cock free and made herself comfortable between his hard flesh and the steering wheel. She grabbed the base of his cock and went down on him.

"Bloody hell!" Spike shouted and on instinct, his right hand departed from the steering wheel to the back of her head. He needed to find and exit and fast. His breathing began to affect the parts of his body he needed to control the car. His eyes darted from the road to the side of the road looking for an exit. His leg was weakening from the pleasure adding pressure to his foot on the gas pedal. If he increased his speed, he would miss the much needed exits.

After passing two of them, he had given up trying. The hot intensity of his blonde wife's mouth had won. He hissed in his breath when she deep throat him again. He tensed, summoning the will to help him safely steer the car to the side of the road. He managed then immediately put the gear in park and killed the engine. He pressed the side button on the seat to push the driver seat as far back as it would go to give his blonde princess room to maneuver as she took all of him into her mouth.

"Damn pet." He whispered. Spike ran his fingers through her blonde hair.

After realizing the car had stopped. Buffy raised her head to see where they were. Before she could speak, Spike pulled her onto his lap and kissed her passionately. She welcomed the kiss, opening her mouth to let his tongue explore, demand and stroke hers. She tugged on his hands, prompting him to left up so she could get them further down his hips while he pushed her skirt up to her waist.

Their lips parted as they stared into each other eyes while Spike lowered Buffy onto his stiff cock.

"I love you," She said as he entered her.

Spike responded with the same three words but they were strained as he felt her hot quim envelop him. They both sighed when the flesh of their sexes made contact. It was the sexual que they needed to find their natural rhythm. Buffy was riding him with the ease of an equestrian while his strong masculine hands kneaded her soft bottom, stimulating her to increase her gallop.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, locking his arms under hers to press her down firmly onto his cock.

"God...yes" She whispered as she continued to ride.

Spike removed her suit jacket and unbutton her shirt just enough to unclasped her bra so his tongue could toy with her peaked nipples before taking one then the other into his mouth. Buffy gasped and leaned forward, rocking them back and forth. She held his head to her chest enjoying the feel of his wet hot mouth, looking down to watch more and more of her breast disappear into his mouth. The sight was erotic and bringing her closer to release.

Spike had gotten lost in an eternity of softness with her breasts. He sucked and kissed them pressing his fingers into the flesh of her back. Slowly bringing his hands to the front to caress her breasts then to her hips. He held her firmly in place as she bounced up and down on his cock.

Woman to man, sex to sex, their shared orgasm left them both shaking and trembling. There was nothing like the satisfaction of good loving and their uncontrolled breathing and wide-eyed looks of appreciation was a testament to that.

"God woman I love you...you were amazing"

"Your weren't too bad yourself."

They kissed, feeling the love they had for each other spread to all the unfilled places.

Buffy lifted herself off him and took her seat while Spike rolled down the back windows to let out the sexual fog they created from with their knee buckling sex.

Buffy searched the glove compartment for some napkins to wipe up the excessive wetness from their mixed juices. She handed a few to him then watched, hungering for more, as he cleaned off his cock before tucking himself back into his pants. She adjusted her skirt and buttoned up her blouse.

Spike waited until Buffy got herself situated before starting up the car to continue the journey home. He looked in his side view mirror.

"Looks like we got company luv."

Buffy looked at him and noticed Spike looking in the mirror. Instinctively, she turned around and saw the state trooper pulling up behind them. She giggled. Spike joined her in the giggling but stopped the closer the officer got to the car. He shushed her then changed the look of naughtiness on his face to one of innocent curiosity.

Trooper Riley Finn pulled up behind the black Mercedes sedan after observing it on the side of the rode for at least 30 minutes. At first, he thought maybe the occupant was having car trouble but then he thought no way, not with a car like that.

He stepped out of his vehicle placing his plastic protected trooper hat on his head. He walked up along side the car and waited for Spike to lower his window.

Riley lowered his head to get a look inside the car and right away he noticed the flushed attractive blonde in the passenger seat then the equally flushed man. His eyes squinted and his nostrils flared at the same time, causing him to slightly pull his head back from the car.

"May I see your license and registration please?"

"Is there a problem?" Spike looked for his name. "Officer Finn"

Riley inspected the license first, noticing the man had brown hair in his photo and not the shocking white blonde hair he had now. Next, he checked the registration to make sure it was up to date before speaking.

"I observed your car parked here for quite some time and wanted to know if I could help."

"Everything is fine sir...my wife was feeling a bit under the weather so I pulled over just in case she needed to toss her cookies.'' Spike chuckled.

Riley looked at Buffy who smiled weakly at him. "Are you alright mam?"

"Oh yes...I'm feeling much better...thank you for asking."

Riley handed Spike his license and registration. "I need you to move it along sir."

"Will do...thanks officer."

Riley stepped away from the vehicle and began walking towards his patrol car. Although he didn't let on, he was almost positive he smelled the remnants of sex inside the car.