A Well Trained Man, Fun In Seattle
I was working in the kitchen when I heard my wife call for me. I ran up the stairs and found her in her bathroom, fixing her hair.
"Logan just called. He said that all day today he was dreaming about my body and thinking about the taste of my pretty little pussy. He said that knowing you are never allowed to touch or lick my slit makes it even sweeter. While we were talking I decided that a session with his tongue did sound delightful, and I got damp thinking about his mouth teasing my cunt and ass." She said.
"He'll be here in about five minutes, I need you to go back downstairs and greet him politely when you let him in. Thank him for providing me with the sexual satisfaction that you are incapable of providing, then send him up to my bedroom." She continued.
"When you hear my bedroom door close go back to your chores in the kitchen. Remember that I expect it to be spotless." She ordered.
"Yes Mistress." I replied.
"By the time I'm satisfied he's going to really need to cum, probably be ready to explode! I think we'll play that fun new hand-job game, the one where I hold your head, your open lips around the tip of his cock while I milk him with my other hand. I love watching his hot spunk fill your mouth, love watching you struggle and swallow, working to ensure that you don't waste a single drop." She finished.