My thirty-nine year old hyper successful executive wife had grown selfish lately about our sex life. Taking my cock yet not caring about my pleasure had become the norm. The last straw had been laid by her a few nights before. She chose to slam her legs shut after being provided multiple orgasms without a thought for my needs. Staring in disbelief, I fumed silently. My cock shrank as my displeasure grew. Sometimes in life you create your own monsters. Then a Grinch like smile crossed my face as a plan began to form. I decided it was time to change things up. Subconsciously, my plan would give her what she really wanted while giving me satisfaction. No more lovely dovey. I would simply echo her emotions back to her and, in a detached way, reap the rewards.
Fast forward a few days. Like any good executive, every aspect of her life was controlled and routine. She liked to de-stress every Wednesday. This involved giving her a good dicking down after work. This Wednesday eve I pretended to ignore. Hearing her complete her bedtime tasks, I waited thirty minutes and then spied on her. She was prone on the bed, face turned away, the coverlet still neatly smoothed under her. Clad only in the tiniest of pink panties, the sight of her mostly naked 105 pound petite beauty drove me mad with lust. Her deep breathing a physical demonstration of her exhaustion after yet another long day of dominating in the boardroom. A dragon lady through and through.
Glimpsing her alabaster side boob made me want. It was seriously tempting to cross the room and take her. However, this time she had fallen asleep while waiting for the man she had decided to take for granted like some bitch ass employee. I was no longer in the mood to play that role on any level. I stood naked and observed her slender form. Pulsing thickly, my heavy erection hung down, a beast in waiting or so she thought.
Flush with arousal, I walked back down the hall to the computer and browsed. A bottle of lube accompanied by a good craft brew stood by as I hungrily eyed the images I found desirable. My cock drew up fully and the tip became leaky. Thick fluid gathered in the heavy folds of my foreskin as I slowly stroked. Occasionally a drop would become heavy enough to separate and land with a palpable splat on the hardwood. I edged continually for two long hours until I felt I would lose my shit. Cock sprung, purple and raging, I turned off the computer. Grabbing the lube I stood and walked to the bedroom. It was time.
