My wife, she owed me one, a hot one and she knows I like them nasty.
She works long hours and last night when we finally fell asleep, she had been the only one of the two of us to have rally gotten off. So, she owed me.
I love getting her off, too. I had played with her by candle light. Done delicious things to her body and nasty things to her mind. She came screaming (as usual) and screaming and finally making me stop fucking her. Then, somehow I managed to persuade her that a little more tongue action wouldn't hurt. After all, she could just lie there with her legs apart and her butt up on the pillow that puts her juicy cunt right where I want it. "Come on Baby, I'm just going to have a little taste or two."
And so, we went around again. God, I love fucking with her, making her whine, moan, yell, beg, scream, call me names and, from time to time cum as if she feels like the fucking world is ending. I'm crazy about the body contact, the feelings, the smells, the sounds, the conversation, such as it is, the nasty games I make her play that slow the progress of events that she wants so badly to hasten; it's such torture for her and I'm just the kind of person to get off on her agony.
So, by the time that we were really finished with her, she was looking at an even earlier morning departure for work than usual. She really had to get some rest on that account and on account of what I had just put her through. She was too dead for me to even be able to get any interactive pleasure form jerking off all over her.
it was just way too late for us to spend time on me and I almost always like it when she owes me one, anyway. Of course I like it when I owe her, too. So, I blew out the candles, kissed her, told her what a slut she is and reminded her of her orgasm debt.
The following night she came home even later and from an even longer day. By the time we were ready for bed the possibility of sex was not even a question. At least I didn't think so. Kisses good night, lights out, some cuddling and when she started breathing heavily, I picked up my MacBook Air and started surfing stories on, you'll never guess where, right?
A while later, I realized that my wife, that little slut, who had been curled up with me when she went to sleep, was no longer asleep. She was awake and looking over my shoulder and asking me whether I was reading out of "general interest" or whether I was "planning on getting excited."
