I'd just finished making love to my beautiful wife Jennifer in our king-sized bed. Her head on my chest, she gently sucked at my right nipple as I stretched my arms and legs in relaxed bliss. 'What's wrong with this picture?' I thought to myself. 'Not a damned thing', I answered. For the last four years at least, I had spent each and every week-end morning at the office. This day was the rare exception. Once again, my thoughts turned to the juicy personal injury settlement I'd concluded the day before, basking in the glory of a legal job- well-done, and the nearly three quarters of a million-dollar attorney fee I had earned. Between my latest legal triumph and my wife's sexual attentions, I felt myself unusually energized.
My wife Jennifer and I had married while still in college. After law school, I had decided to risk it all and open my own practice. After years of contending with angry bill collectors, flaky paralegals, bitter clients, obnoxious judges, and tight-fisted insurance companies, I'd finally built my personal injury practice into a real winner; my multi-million-dollar pride and joy. Unlike many of my colleagues in the law biz, I didn't drink, I didn't chase my secretary, and I didn't speculate on long-shot investments. I'd built my castle in the sky brick-by-heavy-brick and right now, naked in bed with my wife for the first Saturday morning in ages, I felt like the king himself.
"Honey?" "Honey," Jennifer softly purred as she ran her wet, velvet tongue through my chest hair, bringing me from my private reverie into the one I shared this morning with her.
"Yeah, Jenny."
"This is so wonderful. I hope it's the start of a new you. You've been making so much money lately and it's really about time you cut back."
"But Jen, I do it all for you guys." She was right. It was wonderful.
"I know. You're a fabulous man," she added, smooching my chest.
"I love you and Sarah and I want you to have everything you need. It's important to me. My own needs come second. Family first," I said.
"Family first, huh? You're right, Daniel, it is important. But as hard as it is to believe, women don't live by shopping alone. They eventually come home from the Mall and when they do, they like to share themselves with the man in their life. That means you, if you didn't know."
She ran her tongue straight down the center of my body, through my bellybutton, and beyond. At times like this, my wife brought to me the raw realization that I had in fact suppressed my own physical needs.
"I have to admit, Jenny, this is very, very nice."
"So Counsel," she gravely intoned, "for neglect of your family, the Court sentences you to spend the next three hours in bed making love to your beautiful wife, after which you will take her to an early dinner, followed by a moonlight walk."
"But Jennifer, it's cloudy outside. There's no moon tonight."
"Just for that, the Court finds you in contempt and orders you not to make love to your wife, but to fuck your wife; vigorously, Counsel."
Jennifer slyly took my now-thickening penis into her mouth and started that wonderful friction of hers, just beneath the tip, making wet sounds with every tap of her tongue. My shapely wife had that dangerous combination of marvelous technical expertise in bed, coupled with an appetite for non-stop fornication. I'd frequently worried about how she'd managed to survive during my long hours at the office. I'd also given myself many pats on my lawyerly back for finding the mental discipline to spend those long hours away from her. Right now, however, she was taking me into her mouth and into her world of pleasure and the attorney in me suddenly turned over his control in favor of his penis.
We made love well into the afternoon, in virtually every room of the house, finally losing consciousness together in a tangle of sweaty, cum-smeared limbs. When I awoke, it was darker and I was in an unfamiliar place. The first thing that came into focus was the beautiful face of my eighteen-year old daughter Sarah, leaning against the doorway to the bedroom, arms folded across her chest.
"My, my," she said, then turned abruptly, whipping her long wavy blonde hair as she disappeared from sight into the hallway.
I thought I was having an out-of-body experience. Then, as my wife stirred next to me, I suddenly realized that we'd made love in Sarah's bed and had forgotten about the time.
"Jen, what are we doing here?" "What time is it?"
"Gosh, honey, I guess we got carried away."
Jennifer called out to her daughter as she slid off the bed to her feet, "We're sorry. We didn't expect you back so soon." Jennifer skipped into her daughter's bathroom, turned on the light and wrapped herself in a blue bath towel. I watched her through the open door, as she checked her face in the mirror and straightened her shoulder-length blonde hair. Even after hours of love-making, my thirty-seven-year-old wife looked stunning.
I wrapped myself in the pink sheet from my daughter's bed and followed Jennifer out into the hallway. My daughter Sarah walked stiffly past us, entering her room.
"You guys! Who's going to clean up this mess?" she said from her bedroom.
