She's such a bitch. Such a cunt. Such a whore. She is the woman I love, the woman that I married.
Her pussy controls me and my life- from a distance, most of the time. She dispensed with the sex early on in our married life.
Recently, her thing has been pocketbooks. Sexy designer pocketbooks. Previously, 55% of my paychecks went to her pleasure shopping. With the pocketbooks, that has become 65%.
I love her bitchy ways. I love her pocketbooks.
She has nearly 30 of them now, each one worth at least 2 grand or more.
I can hear my wife, Melissa, coming in the door now. Her best friend, Janet, is with her.
"Janet and I have been out shopping, honey. You'll never believe the pocketbook I got! Come here, come quick!"
I put down the pair of her panties that I am hand-washing, and enter our foyer.
She is holding an exquisite pink box, all wrapped up in delicate bows.
"Here honey, I'll let you open it. After all, you paid for it."
With that, her and Janet giggle girlishly.
I undo the bow and take the lid off the box. I gently push aside the tissue paper covering the pocketbook. Inside is the prettiest, most elegant Coach bag I have ever seen. It is lime green with white trim and a ladybug on one of the front pockets. The orange of the ladybug is a hot contrast to the lime green of the pocketbook. A mini-purse, in the shape of a lime wedge, is attached to the handle with a bold, brassy chain.
"Go on. We know what you want to do. Don't worry, Janet knows."
They exchange a knowing glance.
"Come on, " she says in her sexiest voice, "what are you waiting for?"
I do what has become customary in the situation. I stick my head in the box and take a good sniff. My dick stands out painfully against my pants. I take another sniff and feel my dick throb. In a fit of activity, I put down the box and tear off my pants, showing the frilly pink panties beneath.
I pick up the box and take another long, full sniff from the it. The leathery and expensive aroma of designer pocketbooks is irresistible to me, and before I know it, I am masturbating.
Janet is cracking up, but Melissa gets a fierce look in her eyes.