Words cannot describe how excited I am to see my husband thi..
🕑 Added 2022-02-20 18:34:33 +0000 UTC
Words cannot describe how excited I am to see my husband this evening. It’s definitely more than just needing to have his sexy mouth on my pussy too. But I won’t lie - that’s obviously a huge part of it. And I’ve already decided to cuff his arms to the bed tonight. I love the feeling of power over him that it gives me. Plus, I have something in store for him that definitely warrants their usage😉
Because, as happy as I’ll be to see him, part of me’s also pretty pissed off about the incident in the elevator with Chrissy. It’s like I simply can’t make the right decision where that cunt’s concerned. Ever. I mean fuck, I put my husband in a chastity cage when he travels, and it ends up turning her on. The bottom line, I’ve decided, is that we’re probably way too much alike than I’d care to admit. Which means I should have a much better handle on how to deal with her than I do.
So anyway, I’ve decided that tonight my husband will bear the combined brunt of of both Chrissy’s transgressions and my ineptitude. And by that I mean he most certainly won’t be getting released from his chastity cage. And his release from the restraints is going to come at a three orgasm minimum, which I’ve loosely calculated at requiring about 45 to 50 minutes to accomplish - at a minimum.
But I’m already thinking that it could easily run over an hour, because while I recover from my first and second orgasms, I’ll be repositioning myself so that I can lower my asshole right onto his mouth for a little refractory per!od make-out session. I can usually get myself completely recovered and ready for another orgasm in about 2 or 3 minutes, but I love having my asshole eaten so much these days that it’s most likely to run a bit longer than that. (Sorry not sorry, baby)
After my third and final orgasm, and only then, am I going to ask him if my pussy tasted a little different than it normally does. I’m going to say it with a wink and a smile as I look him directly in the eye from above. I haven’t exactly decided if I’m going to come clean, metaphorically speaking, about who it was that got to use it last night. But between you and me, it was a certain college athlete from across the street who desperately needed a 2am booty call.
And one thing is for absolute certain. I won’t be getting literally clean from that hot little quickie in our basement until my husband unwittingly takes care of it with his mouth. Then we’ll be even.
And if he takes issue with any of this, I’m going to let him know - in absolutely no uncertain terms - that these little punishments (warranted or otherwise) will continue until Chrissy receives her termination notice and modest severance package. So the ball’s in his court.
On a side note, our y0ungest son is having a bit of difficulty with physics this semester. So we’ll be skipping our weekly session for tomorrow with Joann to mee+ with his teacher. Who, incidentally, I’m actually friends with on Facebook. I’ve never hooked up with him, but let’s just say I wouldn’t put up much of a fight.
6 feet of gorgeous Italian muscle, smoldering brown eyes and a thick head of curly black hair can certainly have that effect on a woman.
Interesting times😊
