My husband reminded me that, as soon as he came home, I was to be taught a lesson. He told me this over the phone while he dodged the heavy city traffic. I, on the other hand, was scrubbing grout in the kitchen when he called.
"Baby, my cock's already so hard for you. Be ready when I come home."
Frantically, I began trying to prepare myself since I knew he couldn't be that far away from the house. I stripped naked and put on a lacy black pair of panties and a matching bra. Then, I tied my long hair in a bun, hoping to give him ideas. Whenever we fuck or whenever I blow him, my long blonde hair always gets in the way, so I want to remind him of my purpose. I put on a necklace then almost jumped out of my skin as I discovered he was already home, standing outside the bedroom door, watching me as I primped in the mirror.
"All that for me?" he asked, scanning my assets up and down, my pillowy tits and round ass.
"Yes. Do you like it?"
"No, no I don't. Why don't you take it all off for me? We'll find you something a lot more suitable." He looked at me in that certain way. I knew this was not negotiable.
I began stripping off the sexy lingerie, my cheeks burning with embarrassment knowing that I had made all the wrong choices. I tossed everything in a heap and faced him, naked. He stood in the doorway, his tall and large frame filling the space, menacing. Looking at him make me fear him just a little as I thought of the size of those giant-like fingers of his, working their way inside my juicy cunt. I thought about his thick, meaty cock, standing at attention through his jeans. He took off his shirt, and began rummaging through my drawers, almost as if I wasn't there.
"Here, put these on," he said, throwing me a pair of lacy stockings that hugged me around the middle of my thighs. He walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of sexy black heels with little bands of black leather hugging my feet above a painfully high heel.
"These should do," he said, and tossed them on the floor beside me. I put them on quickly.
"Why don't you go find a nice scarf to put around your neck?" he asked, and I found a lovely polka dot chiffon number that I knotted tightly like a choker.
"Now why don't you take down that silly hair style? I can't grab it this way..." he said, and lightly touched the top of my head. He looked at my eyes, his gaze so piercing and serious that my pussy instantly got wetter. I quickly reached up and took out my hair clip.
"There we go. Now the look is complete. You look so pretty, there, but you've also been very naughty. Why don't I teach you a little lesson?" he practically whispered in my ear. He turned around and sat on the bed, pants still on and hard dick straining the dark denim. "Come lay down on my lap."
I quickly complied. I sashayed over to the bed and gingerly bent over at the waist on top of his lap, arching my back so that my ass stood up in the air perfectly. I parted my legs a little, too, so he could be sure to have ready access to my pussy whenever he wanted. I crossed my high heel-clad feet and waited.
He began rubbing my ass softly.
"Have you been very bad today?"
"Yes, I have been very bad today," I replied. "This morning, while you were asleep, I fingered myself in bed beside you and covered my fingers in pussy juice."
"Is that all?" he asked
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His hand fell hard along my left butt cheek, stinging like fire and sending electricity to my pussy.
"No. This afternoon, when I was supposed to be working, I sat around having a sex fantasy about you."
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