She’s looking up at me, lips slightly parted, though her fisted hands make me pause.
“Relax your fists.” I walk behind the desk and grab two large rubber bands, pause, then snatch another in case one breaks. Back with my wife, I run a finger over the swell of her breasts. “Your tits are beautiful,” I say.
Her eyes light up because praise goes a long way.
“Are you wet for me?”
She nods.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I’m not lying, s?—”
“Is ‘sir’ at the tip of your tongue?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. If you’re not wet, I’ll be disappointed.”
“Oh, I’m wet.”
I shrug. “We’ll see.” I tuck the lace under one breast, leaving the other covered. The nipple is already perked. Before I touch it, I trace my thumb over my wife’s lips and push it inside so her tongue wets my finger. She sucks on it for a bit, and my erection twitches.
My balls are going to explode, but if I continue with this spontaneous mini scene, I’ll get Benny worked up for when we get home. That tight, wet pussy’s gonna glide right over my cock. I need it to slide and hurt less when it does. Not that I’m averse to inflicting pain if the pain makes her hornier. Let’s see if it does.
I pull back the rubber band and release it over the swell of her breasts. Benny winces and purses her lips. It wasn’t too hard, and I didn’t intend to hurt her either. Only a sting.
“I like the red spots on your skin,” I say.
“I like that you like it.”
I snap the rubber band over her nipple. Her abdominal muscles clench, and Benny seems to want to bend over and cover her chest, but she doesn’t. I snap the rubber hand over her other nipple, the one covered with lace. Benny covers her breasts.
“You can sayno more. Or you can interlace your arms at the small of you back, fingers gripping the opposite elbows. Pick one.”
She puts her hands behind her.
I snort. “Mmhm. Go on and bend over the pink chair.”
I follow her to the chair, and because I can’t help it, I push her down as she bends over the seat, her hands resting on the back of the chair for leverage. Her ass rubs my dick, and I press my hardness against her pussy and grab her hips, then rub my jeans-clad dick over her slit. Benny moans and pushes back, and although I want to yank my cock out and bury it inside that virgin pussy, I step back, pull back the rubber band, and flick her clit.
“Oh my God.” Princess spreads her legs wide.
“There you go. Good girl.”
I find a purple star-shaped ottoman and sit right behind her.
Her reaction to the clit snap makes me think she enjoyed it a lot, but one can never be too sure. “Did you like that?”
“Yes, sir.”
Husband. But I don’t correct her. I’m okay with sir, god, whatever she wants to call me as long it’s said with respect and maybe some love. I’d like some love from her too.
Bending forward, I trace her lace-covered slit with my tongue. The taste of her is sweet and tangy, and she smells like cherry blossoms. I run my nose over her ass and inhale. “Did you take care to smell good for me today?”
“Yes, sir.”
That’s why she took two hours upstairs. Suddenly, I don’t mind lateness or waiting. She wanted to entice me, and that’s a great sign.
