I was disinterested in my work yesterday. Like most days over this past year, I had wall to wall zoom meetings that blended into a never-ending blob of talking heads and cat jokes. It was sometime after meeting 357 that a friend sent some of her new erotic stories. They were hot. Very hot. By the time I was halfway through the first story I was extremely aroused, by the time I had finished the third I had a full erection, the kind of erection that I would only get rid of through an orgasm. Now, because I was working from home, I could have made an excuse and run off and just taken care of it right then, but I liked the feel of my hard cock trapped in my jeans, the warmth against my leg, the throbbing, the slight discomfort and constant reminder. I was almost at the point where it felt like I might cum in my pants when I realized that meeting 358 was about to start and I actually had to get some work done.
The rest of my work day was a blur. Zoom after zoom. Even my lunch was occupied with a phone call. By the time I reached the quiet moment in the day I had been waiting for, the moment I could release what had been building inside, I decided it would be a lot more fun to let it go even longer and take it out on my submissive wife.
Anne had returned to working in her office. She was in the management division of a large company and is a complete badass. She works with mostly men using their attraction to her to get whatever she wants, but is brutal if they step over her line with any type of over the top harassment. She's smart, sexy, tough as nails, and all mine. Having a wife/sub who will willingly get down on her knees for me is the sexiest thing this Dom could ever want.
She got home, gave me a passing kiss, then went right to our room to get out of her tight-fitting boss skirt and jacket combo and into her standard after-work attire: an old t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. Anne is a runner and cardio addict, but also has full D cup breasts and big ass to match. This gives her an amazing, curvy hourglass shape that is quite simply a work of art. Not one millimeter of those curves were hidden in her current outfit, with her braless tits swinging freely and her flannel pants hugging every bit of that ass. It took everything I could muster to not take her right then and there. But I wanted to wait a little longer. Let my arousal build and build.
It was her night to cook dinner, so she headed to the kitchen and began to work. As she moved around the kitchen, banging pots and pans together, I continued to stew. I switched from reading stories, to watching porn, to just thinking about what I was going to do with her. How I would use her body. Her holes. Fill her. I had to take breaks so I wouldn't cum in my pants, edging myself for what seemed like an eternity.
Dinner was finally ready. We sat down to eat and talk about her day, something about what some idiot guy did and how she cleaned up his mess. She mentioned that I seemed distracted and she couldn't have been more correct. I didn't give a shit about her day or her work. She was a talking fuck doll to me at that moment, and I could not wait to use her. God I was hard, so hard it hurt. Aching for release.
My plan was to get her after we went to bed, right after she went to sleep, as we both love the surprise wake up fuck. She started doing the dishes, I watched as she bent over the sink, her ass sticking out, her tits heavily swinging under her tee shirt, nipples erect through the fabric... I had to change my plan, I couldn't wait a second longer. Not. One. Second. I moved behind her, pinning her between the sink and my body. She started to make a playful comment about how sexy she must look in that moment, but was cut short when I put my hand firmly around her throat. She dropped a dish, the sound of it shattering echoed through the house as her wet soapy hands instinctively went for her neck as I gently squeezed. She stopped before they made contact with my hands and willed them back to her side, just as she was trained. I smiled, such a good girl. I pressed more firmly against her ass, making sure she could feel my very hard cock through the layers of flannel. That told her all she needed to know. She now knew why I had been so distracted. She now knew that I'd been planning to use her for hours. She now knew what she was in for.
We moved from the sink to the middle of the kitchen. I pushed her to her knees. My throbbing cock bounced out as I dropped my flannels. The cool air felt so good on my burning erection. She was visibly taken aback by how hard I was already, precum oozing out as it had done for the past few hours. I sometimes make a sort of game of her having to work to get me hard by pretending I'm not really that into it. I usually have the control to do that. But not now. My control was gone. Every bit of it. I rested my cock on her face to ensure she realized just how aroused I actually was.
