"Are you ready to apologize?" Michael asked me coming to lay down next to me on our bed, naked.
I continued to flip through my magazine trying to ignore my arousal that stemmed from the way he looked and smelled.
"Did you know that I can get this beautiful Bergen bag for less than $500 dollars?" I turned the magazine in his direction as I pointed to the bag that had moderately interested me.
"I guess not" he sighed rolling away from me and getting up off the bed.
I sighed inwardly myself, surreptitiously watching him as he exited from the room. I hated to see all that exquisite chocolate go but my husband had gotten on my nerves too bad for me to do anything other than to tell him to go fuck himself.
And yet what was a girl to do. I quickly tossed the magazine aside and whipped out my purple glitter vibrator and some lube I had stashed in an emergency drawer by the bed. I then turned my mind on to my fantasies of my husband while trying to quench my sexual frustrations at not having had sex in close to a week.
I closed my eyes because it helped with my imaginings. Just as I started to get into the ideas that were playing in my head I heard a cough from the doorway and jumped, opening my eyes I saw Michael watching me.
He came across the room to me and pulled me down to the edge of the bed. He inconsiderately pulled my vibrator out of my warm pussy and threw it across the room. He then filled me with him instead.
"You promised" I whined, in an effort to not give in to the feelings threatening to consume me. "I'm insecure" he told me while continuing to thrust into me. His promise had been to accept it when I told him no to sex.
"Is it good?" he asked me.
"Yesssss" was all I could get out without begging him to never stop.
"Tell me." he snapped, and I could see through my pre-orgasmic filled haze that he was practically laughing at me.
When I didn't say anything he grabbed and held me hard and tight as he quickened and deepened his thrusts.
"You love it!" he demanded.
"I love it" I screamed, over and over again, as I came.
Still shaky from my release I pushed him away. He stood up and put the head of his cock against my lips. See this was his problem he didn't know how to ask and he was never polite. My problem was that I loved being a dirty little whore for him.
I went to work on his—well I like to call it the beast. I sucked and licked and couldn't wait for his cream to fill my mouth. I'd been known to stay on my knees for as long as it took to get the response I wanted, the way I wanted.
It had been a while so I knew it wouldn't take him long tonight. Michael's weakness was blowjobs. In every other sexual situation he was usually the one in control but never when I kneeled in front of him and took him into my mouth.
When I finally pulled away he did his best to give me the stare down without showing his satisfaction but his falling asleep on the bed shortly afterwards was all the confirmation that I needed. I grinned and stretched out beside him falling asleep shortly myself.
I played the part of the wounded when we got up ready to go to work the next morning, of course. I'd gotten pretty good at it by now, enough that he didn't question my pretend angry glare over breakfast. It turned him on more than anything to know that he had taken me against my will.
It had; in fact, been in no way against my will but that was my little secret. I left my magazine open with the bags I wanted circled, right in the spot where I had kneeled and sucked him off the night before. I hoped to have the bags by the end of the week. If not there would be some serious hell to pay.
As I thought of that devilish grin and those hot eyes watching me drive off for work I couldn't help but wonder which of was going to be catching the most hell. My panties were already soaked just thinking of my man and last night had only been a teasing session of which I needed more, much more.
