The Husband Contract

We stumble up to our house, the effects of a full night's drinking obvious as she fumbles for the keys that have somehow managed to hide in the deep recesses of her small purse. The fact that I stand behind her clumsily pawing at her breasts doesn't help, either.

"You're not getting any out here," she says, rolling her eyes like she always does when I annoy her.

"Come on. No one's out. Its 4:30am," I plead.

"It's my month and I said you are not getting laid. Deal with it."

Just as my hope for an outdoor early morning encounter is beginning to fade, she looks both ways down our sidewalk and leans towards me. Her mouth moves in close to my ear and her hand grabs my cock, which suddenly begins to grow.

"You aren't getting laid, but why don't you put on a little show for me while we are out here?" she whispers as she unzips my jeans and pulls me out.

My cock now removed from my pants and out in the early morning air, she leans back against the door and nods towards me.

"Go on. I haven't got all night."

And with those instructions I grab myself and begin making slow strokes up and down my shaft. I know I should go faster, but the excitement of the night has brought me dangerously close to release and I don't want to finish mere moments after we've started.

She stands, back towards our door, biting her lip, her eyes glues to my cock as I continue to move my hand back and forth in deliberate, controlled motions. Her hands begin to wander over her body, cupping her breasts with one hand while the other moves lower. She lets out a quiet moan as she places her hand underneath her jeans.

"Go faster," she demands and my motions quicken, "but don't cum yet."

It takes all I have to not orgasm as I'm close and my quickened pace doesn't help. My legs begin buckling as the familiar pulsations move through my body and my mind is attempting to focus on anything except getting off. I find myself starting to let out little moans of pleasure.

"Shh," she whispers, looking around to make sure I haven't awoken any neighbors.

When she's sure that we are still alone in the twilight she grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up over her head and throws it on the ground next to her exposing her lacy bra and excited nipples.

She kneels on the ground in front of me and looks up into my eyes. She looks beautiful as I stare down at her. One hand is pushing against, bracing her in this position, while the other returns to its previous place in her jeans. Soft sighs leave her lips as her movements speed up. I want to cum, but haven't been given permission. My entire body aches as I continue stroking myself and staring down at my wife.

"Please, I have to get off," I beg.

She smiles up at me, obviously pleased with my current predicament.

"Cum on my tits," she says as she moves her hand from her pants and presses her breasts together.

Finally released from my blissful torture, I stroke myself a few more times aiming myself at her chest before letting out a loud moan and climaxing on her, as instructed.

The fact that I got off so fast once I was given permission is not a surprise, what was is the fact that rather than rush inside to clean up, she moves her hand back into her jeans and begins pleasuring herself once more.

As I stand before her, she looks up to me.

"Well?" she asks.

"What?" I respond, confused about what my next step is supposed to be.

"We have rules, don't we?" she says, smiling up at me as the index finger of her free hand rubs across her chest, spreading my cum across her.

Oh yes, the contract. In the excitement of the moment I had forgotten that it is now my month. Denying her request would mean she could institute one of the punishments in the contract, and although some of those might be fun, there's a chance she could deny me orgasms for the next 30 days and that doesn't seem like a viable option.

I crouch down before her and she places her index finger inside my mouth. I experience a warm, salty taste as she swirls her finger around my tongue, before she removes it and reaches around to the back of my head pulling my face towards her chest.

I'm still not used to her being the aggressor and this relatively new occurrence has my adrenaline flowing enough that rather than hesitating or resisting, I begin kissing her, running my tongue over her breasts.

Her moans grow louder as she continues rubbing herself, my mouth moves over her excitedly licking up the cum I'd just been allowed to release on to her. With a final loud moan, her body shivers with the waves of an orgasm passing over her. She grabs on to me and kisses me deeply as the excitement and the exhaustion causes us to fall onto the ground.

A pair of headlights shines onto our street as a car turns onto our road and we do our best to hold still and hope that they don't notice us.

As they pass, I press myself into her. I've grown excited again and am ready for another round.

"Ah, here are my keys," she says, reaching above her head and grabbing them. "They must have fallen on the ground. And I think you've had enough for one night, anyways."

And with that she lifts herself from the ground, unlocks the door and walks inside.

I lag behind, still dazed from our encounter. I can't believe that she'd actually gone through with it. If this is a sign that she plans on following our contract, I'm sure to be in for an interesting year.