Alex woke up with a long day ahead of him. His wife, Vicky, woke up with him. She noticed his hard-on pushing through his boxers, the pinkish head peeking out through the fabric.
"Mmm, looks like lil' Alex has sprung awake," she said in a raspy morning voice. "I knew buying those boxers was a great idea. Nothing's more beautiful than seeing a man's dick come out of his boxers, especially when it's such a beautiful dick."
She gave it a kiss before enveloping it in her mouth. "Come on, honey, I gotta take a shower. Besides, I had something planned for before we get dressed."
"Oh," she said, letting little Alex go from her mouth's wet, tight grasp. "Well, what are you doing just layin' around? Let's take a shower."
Alex tried to take his time but his wife was in a hormone-filled rush. Still soaking wet, she pushed him into the bed and went back to her favorite hobby.
Vicky's head dutifully bobbed between Alex's legs. She gave the best blowjobs, especially when it came to her husband. He was the love of her life and the father of her kids. She lived to serve him.
Alex rubbed his fingers through her pixie cut hair. "You're so good, baby," he moaned in deep-throated pleasure.
"Of course, Daddy. You deserve the best," she replied. Vicky tightly sucked the head of Alex's cock while licking the underside, causing him to let out a little shriek. She smiled.
Alex was the first and only man she called Daddy. Vicky always wanted to find a man to call that, a man worthy of not only the title but her submission. She struggled to find him and put on a dominant facade for years and hundreds of guys and girls later. But Alex was different. He was sweet and kind and made her fall in love. She kept that dominant facade up until after their wedding and the birth of their first daughter (both of which happened the same day) and showed him that submissive side of her. He helped her explore it and they grew even closer. Twenty years later and she couldn't imagine being anything other than his submissive bitch.
Vicky kept sucking, exploring the full length of his member, but Alex needed something else wet and warm, something else at his disposal. In high school, Vicky's pussy was a crown jewel that guys begged for. It was the tightest, wettest, warmest pussy you could ever find. Even in her forties and after four kids, it was still true. He told her to turn around and she flashed a devilish grin, knowing the railing he was going to give her.
Alex slowly teased her pussy which was already dripping wet, sending shivers down her spine. He could feel her goosebumps and her frustration.
"Fuck, baby. Quit teasing me. Just fuck it already."
Alex grabbed her brown hair and pulled her to him. His face was inches from hers. "Who owns this pussy?" he asked as his lips rubbed against her neck. She let out a soft moan.
"You do, of course," she whispered. "But you know how much I hate being teased."
Vicky could see Alex smile. He planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck before pushing her down. and her pussy swallowed all his six inches. She let out a soft "fuck."
