As I lie here next to him, I realize, I have been sexually stifled. Boxed in by what is expected of a nice southern girl.
I want to do ghastly things to him while he sleeps.
I want to see his shocked face when he awakens to find himself tied down face deep in my pussy.
I hold the back of his head, as he attempts to come up for air. I look lustfully into his eyes and scream, LICK!! No other words or sounds are needed.
He understands that if he wants to cum; if he wants to breathe; if he wants to live, then he must LICK me as if his life depends on it, because it does.
The insane thoughts swirl inside my head so fast that I hardly notice him yell my name, "Rita!."
"Yes honey, I hear you. What is it?"
"My suit is ready at the dry cleaners. Can you pick it up on your way to the gym? And if you are not too busy, could you make a couple of extra servings for dinner. I am having a few of my business partners over after work."
"Of course, anything else?
"No that's it. Is there something troubling you? You seem different."
"Well since you've asked, Yes, there is. I'm fucking bored outta of my goddamn mind."
"I thought everything was going good, honey. Rita, where is all of this coming from?"
"It's coming from deep inside of me. It's coming from a place that you haven't touched in a long fucking time. So, No honey, everything is not good. It is my turn to tell you what I need you to do for me."
"What is this? Who are you? I want the person I married back. You can't talk to me like..."
"Like what! Like a woman who wants to fuck the shit out of her man."
"Rita, I..."
"If you say another goddamn word, I'm gone. I'm done taking orders. I don't give two shits about you having to go to work. You can call-in. You've done it before, so you will do it again."
I take his briefcase out of his hands, undo his neck tie, and tie it around his eyes. He is silent and probably a little scared, but his dick is saying he is ready for whatever is about to happen.
I lead him into the middle of the shower fully clothed.
I turn on the water and step out to watch his bewildered actions as his clothes become drenched. He knows that if he utters one word, he will lose the woman that he thought he knew and needs so much.
I step back into the shower and begin to take off his wet clothes piece by piece.
I pour soap all over his body. Rub and caress every inch of his defined physique starting at the top of his head, and working my way down his back to his firm ass.
I reach toward the front of him to feel his slick chest, and let my hands slowly make their way to his swollen dick; I quickly let go as if his dick is on fire and back away.
He thinks I have left again, but then realizes my presence as he feels my warm breath traveling down his spine.
I kneel down behind him, and give his ass a hard bite. I feel him beginning to tremble uncontrollably. He has to be wondering if I'm possessed; And the truth is, I am. I am possessed by the hunger that I feel for this man.
I lead him out of the shower into our sterile all white bedroom. I rip the sheets from the bed, and throw is naked body on the bare mattress.
I position his body exactly the way I want it, and instruct him not to move. His dick is so hard, standing erect and at attention, that he looks as if he is straining to not cum all over himself. My pussy is so fucking wet seeing him sprawled out on the bed. I can feel the slippery liquid begin to run down my legs.