It was 14 days since his vasectomy. That was the time he had to wait before engaging in any kind of sexual activity again. It was the longest he'd gone since he had his first orgasm.
He was a mess. He couldn't think straight, no focus, clumsy with every task big and small, constantly tripping over himself. Just simply his pants rubbing against his dick as he walked was enough to immediately refocus all his attention to his overwhelming desire for his wife.
His balls were swollen and full. Still aching slightly from the tease his wife put on him the previous night.
He was laying in bed studying for a much needed professional certification when she laid down next to him fresh out of the shower. She dropped the towel, climbed into bed and made sure to prop herself up high, resting against the headboard, looking slightly down at her husband in a more relaxed position.
Her body was amazingly thick and her tits we're huge, full and complimented by large nipples standing erect against the cold air in the room. She nestled closer to him, placing one of her large beasts on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" He said knowingly but dry.
"Oh, nothing."
"You know we still have another day to wait."
Oh, I know." She said we a sly grin, leaning into him more and pressing her tits against him even more.
"Be nice." He said with a smile.
She reached her arm around his head and rested it on his shoulder giving him a slight hug.
"But, baby, are you going to be nice to me tomorrow?" She asked playfully.
"No, I guess I'm probably not."
She softly grabbed his face and pressed it against her tits hanging on his shoulder, her beautiful, large nipple resting on his cheek. "No, no, no, baby, you're not going to be nice at all. You've got so much energy backed up in you."
His breathing picked up and was deeper as she ran her fingers across his broad, hairy chest. Just the fingertips caressing his skin until she clamped down on his nipple and pulled it hard.
His response to the pain was immediately muted when she released his nipple to slap him across the face.
"You be a good boy and keep quiet. Just suck my tits, that will help keep you from talking."
She continued caressing him as he took her nipple between his lips and began to slowly circle and suck on it. He would put it in his mouth and slowly suckle his lips off her nipples.
She smiled. "That's better. See, I know you probably think you've a big plan for me tomorrow." She said running her hand most softly across the bulge in his boxer briefs. His cock was short but thick and rock hard. "But we both know that as soon as I put my lips around your cock, or let you fuck me you're just going to cum everywhere."
She giggled as his body writhed slightly at the thought.
He was sucking at her tits hard. She loved the feeling of being in control of him from time to time. He was so horny that she could get him to do anything. She relished the idea but knew it was still too soon.
"I can see how bad you want to cum," sliding her hand under his briefs to run her finger tips around the head of cock, the tip already leaking.
"But you're just going to have to wait," she said coldly as she sprinted out of bed and headed into the closet to get dressed.
His eyes never left the seat of her huge tits as she leaned over getting out of bed, or the jiggle of her perfectly plump ass as she strolled into the closet.
For him, this was torture. He needed her. Not just for his shallow sexual gratification, he needed her to know how much he loved her, how intensely he's drawn to her. For him, the only thing that came close was the energy he felt during sex, and how desperately he wanted her to feel the same.
He spent that night sleeping but waking up over and over again to his sick throbbing against the sheets. 24 hours couldn't come fast enough.
The next morning he went to work and given the slow nature of business that day, he was left to wallow in his frustration and plan all the things he intended to do to his wife when he got home.
She was right in that he wasn't going to be nice. While he did enjoy moments of being submissive to her, sometimes he outright enjoyed her punishments, some just as intense as his. But mostly he was dominant. And very, very dominant.
Together almost a decade, they've built a lot of trust in the relationship, trust that has allowed him to push, but never exceed boundaries.
With nothing to do and the yearning excitement of finally releasing two weeks of frustration, he clocked out early and headed home.
Unbenounced to her, he took the liberty of making sure the kids would be taken care of with a sleepover at their grandmothers house. The house was all theirs and, soon, she would be all his.
He heard her car approach the drive and come to a stop by their garage. He rushed into the bedroom and pulled off all his clothes. He then slipped into the darkness of the closet and waited.
He heard the door open a few moments later and the soft casual pats of her footsteps and she crossed the kitchen and entered the bedroom. He had the curtains an pulled and lights off. His vehicle was in the garage and he came home much earlier than expected. She had no idea he was lurking.
She dropped her clutch in the bed and pushed her shoes one by one. In this moment, he pounced from the closet and wrapped his arm around her neck from behind, putting her in a headlock.
She screamed in terror before he covered her mouth.
"It's me!" He said loudly and deeply in her ear.
He removed his hand from her mouth but still kept the hold around her neck.
"What the fuck is your problem?! Are you crazy?!" She exclaimed in anger.
As she she tried to continue her protest, he reached around and aggressively squeezed her left breast over clothes. She was in work clothes, just a t-shirt snd jeans, and he became frustrated that he couldn't feel how warm and soft her tits we're. So while still holding her with the headlock, he grabbed the front collar of her shirt and ripped it down to her stomach, revealing her ample breasts exploding from her bra, her left nipple hanging halfway out.
She was quiet now but breathing heavily. She knew what this was and she was ok with it. She enjoyed it, too.
He grabbed her bra next and rip it down, snapping one of the shoulder straps as both her tits fell out and jiggled. He tightened the hold on neck and began squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples hard.
"Ow! Easy!" She cried out.
He concentrated only on the headlock, pulling her head up and back.
"Do you get to tel me what to do?" He said softly yet menacingly into her ear.
She breathed hard for a moment and then whimpered, "No."
This made him upset. He immediately punched her left nipple and lifted her large breast up off her body as he squeezed. She cried out again.
"No, what?!" He said with his nose and lips pressed into her ear.
