My wife, Katie, was furious. After a brief thrashing in the early afternoon, she gave me the cold shoulder for the remainder of the day. Well deserved, given that I stumbled into the house at 3 a.m. drunk from a night out with the fellas and smelling stiffly of strippers. I had been given the okay for a poker night with friends, but she was incredibly unhappy that the evening turned to the strip club. Truthfully, I was well behaved at the trashy joint known for $20 'extras', but the scent of vanilla and jeans covered in glitter were enough to blow her fuse.
I was sitting on the couch that night licking my wounds from the hellish day. Katie had made it clear that she did not want to be bothered while putting away laundry and doing other chores upstairs. So I was shocked when she walked downstairs wearing the skimpy lace lingerie onesie that she wore for our vacation earlier that year. She walked right past me to the kitchen, making sure I got a good view of the thong backside. As she poured herself a full glass of red wine, I noticed that she was carrying her favorite rubber dildo.
Katie has an incredible body. She has a small, tight ass and exclusively wears g-strings. Her tits are a fabulous perky D-cup, with thick pierced nipples that seem to always be hard. Katie is a thirty-seven-year-old mother of two, but you would never know it thanks to her six-day-a-week workout routine. She has a flat stomach that dives down to her beautiful pussy lips. As part of the winter season, Katie stopped her typical clean-shaven look in favor of a full-out bush. Tonight her brunette hair was tightly wrapped in a bun on top of her head.
After a few gulps of wine, Katie slowly walked toward me on the couch.
“Do you think I am pretty enough to be a stripper at that club you were at last night?” she asked and then took yet another drink of wine.
I am lucky enough to be fairly well endowed, and my full eight inches of thick cock was starting to harden. I adjusted myself quickly and said, “You blow all of those girls away, babe.”
Katie set both her wine and dildo on the table and then slowly straddled my lap. She started to grind her pussy on one of my legs and asked, “Is this what those girls were doing last night?” Before I could answer, she pulled my head between her massive tits and asked, “Is this what you are paying them to do to you?” There was certainly some hostility in her voice, but I was unable to make a defensive comment as my focus was on the incredible lap dance being performed. With Katie’s tits still directly massaging my face, I felt her hand grab my now-raging hard-on. “Ohhh… Yeah, you clearly do like sluts grinding on you, don’t you?” Katie commented.
“Well, guess what? I feel like being a total slut tonight,” she said. “My pussy is fucking gushing just thinking about how skanky I can be. But too bad for you… Because you would rather pay to rub whore pussy instead of fucking my slut pussy for free. So I am going back upstairs, I am going to watch your porn DVDs while I rub my clit, and then fuck myself with this dildo.”
I was speechless, as one might imagine. Before I could mutter a word, she turned off my body, grabbed her dildo, picked up her glass of wine, and started to walk upstairs. She turned back quickly and told me, “Don’t you dare come upstairs and interrupt me.”
Not more than a minute later I heard Katie press Play on the DVD. The sound of pornstars fucking was monstrous; she definitely had the volume up on purpose. But to my surprise, after a couple of minutes, I heard a moaning that was not coming from the TV. My wife is typically quiet when we fuck, but she was loudly pumping her pussy with that rubber dildo.
I was getting harder and harder just listening to the self-fuck session upstairs. I closed my eyes, envisioning my wife on her back thrusting the massive dong in and out of her hairy pussy while keeping a close eye on the TV screen. She was probably laughing inside at the torture she knew was causing me, but the sounds from her mouth were certainly not laughter. She was grunting and moaning relentlessly. I heard light scream after light scream… She must have come five times before the scene grew quiet.