'Stop it, Tom, I really mean it this time!' she warned.
Tom sat up in bed knowing full well that his mind was no longer in control, and that his dick was now in charge of his vocal cords. His penis had no pride, 'come on darling just try it once for God's sake.'
'Look Tom in all the years we've been married have we ever had oral sex? No, and I'm not about to start now, ok?'
No it's not ok thought Tom. Barbie had been his childhood sweetheart. They got married at a young age, and he had never been with another woman.
'If I can't do it with you, then who can I do it with?' pleaded Tom in vain.
'We've been over this a million times Tom, it's not right. There's a place for a penis and it's not in a lady's mouth,' she replied in a soothing yet firm voice. 'And don't try that emotional blackmail with me - I know you could never be with another woman while you are married to me, you don't have it in you to cheat on me.' she retorted.
Tom knew he would never cheat on her, but his aching hard-on didn’t seem to share his sense of honour.
'Just kiss it,' begged Tom in a last ditched attempt.
Barbie slammed shut her book. 'For pity's sake' she exhaled moving down the bed slightly. She was in complete control, and she knew it.
All her life she had manipulated this great man, and abused his wonderful nature to her advantage. She had always known which buttons to push and had manoeuvred their destinies into a teen marriage and then sat back and watched him elevate through the ranks to chief astronaut. She relished in the stature that his position brought her, and loved her charmed lifestyle.
'Ok, just this once, and I'm only going to kiss it, do you understand, Tom?' she stated, flicking her long blond hair over her tanned shoulder.
Tom's eyes opened wide and he swallowed as her full lips approached his 7inch rock hard dick. He could feel her full breasts on his thighs as she leaned forward.
Her lips met his foreskin sending a shiver down his spine. He dared not close his eyes, he wanted to relish every second of her advances. It was now or never he thought as he pushed his pelvis up trying to nudge his dick into her mouth. He hit an enamelled wall of perfectly maintained teeth.
'I said a kiss, and I meant it,' she said pulling away.
For a split second Tom thought of grabbing hold of the back of her head, and thrusting his dick into that lovely mouth. Instead he took a deep breath and leaned back in bed, the duvet pointing north around his erection.
With mock sympathy, Barbie offered to give him a handjob, taking hold of his thick penis. 'It's alright, I'd better get some sleep,' he said pulling away from her hold. Her handjobs were a complete disaster. She always ended up hurting him more than pleasuring him. He would wait until she was asleep then sort himself out later that night with the help of a video he had acquired from his best friend and fellow astronaut Lex.
He knew his dick wasn't going to let him get any sleep, but he closed his eyes anyway, imagining his wife's lips wrapped around his cock. He could almost sense her wet tongue flicking his head, and he imagined the slurpy noise as her saliva provided the lubrication for her deep thrusts. He opened his eyes, woken by her soft snoring.
He turned to gaze at the lovely naked creature he had been with for the past eight years. Her expensive gym membership hadn't gone to waste, and he admired her perfect tits heaving up and down under the duvet covers. He smiled thinking of how lucky he was sleeping next to someone with the looks of Kim Basinger, and the body of a porn actress.
He slowly pulled down the duvet cover off her naked breasts and started playing with her left nipple. After a few moments she mumbled sleepily in disapproval, and turned to face away from Tom. Tom glanced at the mirrored wardrobe door to continue admiring her breasts. She was leaning to one side, and the top breast was now resting on the bottom one. Her shoulders crouched forward, while helped extenuate her full natural figure.
He moved closer to her, spooning her from behind and manoeuvred his hands so that they each cupped as much of her Double-D breasts as they could manage. His hard dick bumped into her backside, and Barbie instinctively positioned herself in such a way that the intrusive dick was no longer a threat to any of her orifices.
'Tomorrow...' she whispered sleepily, tapping his hand, 'we'll do it tomorrow.'
Tom had lost count of the number of times he had heard her make that empty promise. Finally, sleep came.
Tom woke to the sound of a phone ringing. Before he had a chance to answer, his mobile, as well as his pager, and Barbie’s mobile all joined in the choir of ring tones.
'Get that will you dear,' said Barbie lazily.
He picked up the handset next to the bed, and had to calm down the caller before he could make any sense of the conversation.
'Jesus H, you're alive...you're fucking alive!' blurted out the breathless chief engineer, Sam.
'What the hell are you taking about Sam, get a grip man.'
'Channel 12, quickly switch to Channel 12, you're not going to believe your fucking eyes man!'
Groggily Tom used to remote to find the right channel.
The reporter was shouting into her microphone, competing with other camera crews and reporters nearby. 'I repeat the 4 man crew of the Xavier are all dead!' NASA has confirmed that Thomas Fairchild, Deana Reynolds, Lex Weissman, and Tasha Jones have all flat-lined. This was an unauthorised flight. How they managed to get access to the multi-billion dollar space craft and take off remains a mystery, ladies and gentleman.'
'What kind of prank are they pulling now?' asked Barbie in disbelief as she started coming out of her sleep, woken by the noise of all the phones still ringing around their luxury home.
‘Jesus, could Lex really be dead?’ thought Tom. He hung up on Sam and used his speed dial to call his best friend.
'Please pick up, pick up,' chanted Tom, now fully awake.
'This better be good - do you know how early it is?' demanded the instantly recognisable voice of Lex.
'Thank the maker you're alright!' exclaimed the relieved Tom, 'NASA thinks we're dead. They think we hijacked the Xavier, blasted off into space a day early, and killed ourselves with a couple of female cadets.’
'I want some of what you've been snorting' laughed Lex.
'Channel 12 man, its all there, check for yourself. Sam's going nuts.'
'That mad engineer is always going nuts. Where the fuck did I put that remote control?' said Lex, dropping the receiver by the bed.
