At the end of a quiet winter evening of snuggling and watching Netflix, my wife got up from the couch and made a few paces toward the bathroom, undoubtedly to commence her "getting ready for bed" routine of washing her face and brushing her teeth. I couldn't help but admire the shape of her firm little butt in her tight-fitting knit pajama pants.
"I'd really like to tuck you in tonight," I said abruptly, causing her to pause and turn around.
She knew what tucking in meant, as we had long used that euphemism for any sex activity that didn't occur oganically. In other words, sex that had to be requested.
"Babe, I'm really just not in the mood tonight. I'm sorry."
I became a sad puppy. It had been a few days since our last "tuck" session, and I was really looking forward to spending some time between the sheets with my gorgeous wife.
"Will you be able to survive until tomorrow?" she asked.
"Doubtful."
It was true. I didn't need an hour-long fuck-a-thon, but I absolutely needed an orgasm, and I was imagining all the different ways to get it done all day. My balls ached.
"I might be able to do a quick handjob," she offered reluctantly.
"A blowjob would probably be the quickest," I countered.
"Not gonna happen."
Sigh. I respected wife and obviously would never try to coerce her into anything she clearly didn't want to do, but I was really horny that night and didn't want to settle for a vanilla handjob. I was hoping she would be a little more understanding about my needs that night.
"Okay, what about a handjob but I come in your mouth?"
"Not today, but you can do it on my tits."
"Face."
"No!"
I was not surprised by this response. Facials were rarely on the menu, but it was worth a shot. Swing for the fences.
"Fine," I said after a pause. "How about you give me a blowjob but I pull out and come on your tits?"
"Okay we can do that."
"But you are on your knees and I'm standing up."
"I don't think so."
"Fine, we can do it wherever you want."
"On the bed."
"Okay but I really want to come in your mouth."
"I already said no!"
"What about if I do all the work? I'll jerk off, and you just lie there with your mouth open for me."
She considered it for a few seconds before replying, "I'm not swallowing. And you're driving me to work tomorrow."
"Deal!" I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the bedroom, already starting to pitch a tent in my joggers.
My wife pulled her thermal pajama shirt over her head, graciously allowing me access to her small but perky tits, then plopped herself down on the bed. I stripped my pants and underwear off and got on top of her.
