Elle rattled the key in the lock. 'Why can't anything in these damn apartments work right?' She thought to herself as the door swung open.
"Thanks, hunny."
"No problem. How was work?"
"Not bad, just slow. I hate weeknights. It's so boring and the teenagers don't wanna focus so we can get out at a decent time." Elle said exasperatedly while she plopped her stuff down on the couch. Her husband had already sat back at the computer.
"Why don't you go get your shower? We'll go to bed soon."
Elle took her time in the shower, making sure she was good and smooth. She got a bit distracted while shaving her more private areas. After she was well lotioned and perfumed she went back down stairs, wearing only a patterend blue silk robe. She tilted Chris' head back by grabbing his short, curling black hair and gave him a long passionate kiss.
"Mmmmm, I told you to wait. You know I'm busy."
"But I've gone almost two weeks now without getting fucked. Please?" She begged in his ear. It was so hard to get his attention without pissing him off anymore. He got that dangerous look in his eyes as his hands started to slowly caress all over her soft, pale body. He pulled her robe apart. "No panties? Naughty girl." And he gave her a good hard smack on the bottom.
"Ohhhh, Chriiiisss...."
"Now, I told you to wait."
"Fine, I'll just sit on the couch and wait like a good girl."
After a few minutes passed Elle's hornyness had gotten the better of her. Chris had gotten up to get a drink of water and her hand slowly wandered down to her cunt. Elle's clit was rock hard after having to wait so long. Chris caught her red-handed as he came back in to the living room. Her back was arched and breasts heaving, and her legs were curled up close to her body. They were clamped together, and she was close to orgasm.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"You know I'm not paitient. I'm tired of waiting."
"Really now..." Chris trailed off huskily. He grabbed Elle's nipples and pinched hard. Elle's hands went to her sides, her right arm falling lax off the couch. "I didn't say stop." She whimpered as her left hand went back to what it was doing. His hands slid down her body and spread her legs wide open. "I want to see you play with your self."
"Yes, Sir."
"You like touching yourself, don't you? Dirty slut." Elle just lay there and moaned. "I asked you a question." Chris's hand went to her throat and she almost lost it.
"Yeees, sir." Elle replied, meekly. She continued to slowly and softly rub her clit. Chris's hands went back to torturing her breasts. "Oh please stop. I'm gonna cum."
"No, you're not."
Elle needed to release, but she knew better. She begged to no avail. After a couple of minutes of her sweet torture Chris stopped. Elle whined in protest but all he did was take her hand away from her cunt. She reached up to Chris' zipper, but he only swated her hand away. He tangled his hand in the hair dangling off the end of the couch and slapped at Elle's cunt untill she was one smack from orgasm.
"I need a shower." Chris turned and went upstairs. Elle lay on the couch, trying to catch her breath and calm down.
The shower stopped running and Elle went upstairs, to find her husband at the top of the steps. His look said 'about time', and his cock was at attention. She walked past him while slipping her robe from her shoulders but he spun her around, put his hand to the back of her neck and kissed her deep. Elle's knees went to putty and he grabbed a handful of her long curly blond hair. Chris bent down to kiss her attentive nipples and pressed the back of her knee with his left hand. Elle dropped like a sack of potatoes, and Chris shoved his dick in her mouth. She started her attentions gently but Chris had other ideas. With his right hand entwined in her hair and his left on her jaw he fucked her mouth untill she was panting between strokes with need. Chris released Elle and she fell to her hands.
"Now, what does my slutty little wife want from me?"
"Please, lick me. Then fuck me. Please."
"I suppose I could. Well? What are you waiting for? Get on the bed."
Elle struggled to her feet but as soon as she got there, Chris whipped her around and threw her on her back. She landed hard with her legs spread and dangling off the bed. Chris got on his knees and started kissing her inner thighs. Elle's hips bucked and her hands went to the back of his head. Chris grabbed them from under her legs and pinned her by the wrists to the bed so he could continue at his leisure.
"I will do this at my pace, Wench."
Elle couldn't help but squirm, she needed to cum. Chris kissed and licked, then took eack labia into his mouth. He bit down on the the right and sucked so hard on the left the Elle came.
"Ohhhhh, did you like that?" Chris teased.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. That felt so good, I couldn't help it..." Elle panted breathlessly.
"You'll just have to make it up to me now won't you?" With that Chris went back to his lapping. He sucked Elle's clit hard and bit, drawing a bit of blood.
"Oh, oh, stop, please, that feels too good! Ahhhhh!"
