After I got off computer Friday night, I crashed in bed with the cats and an erotica novel while Wes watched sports on TV downstairs in the den.

Ten minutes later I hear him walking up the stairs.

 “I thought you were still working in your office,” he says, when he enters the bedroom and sees me lying on the bed with the kitties.

“Nah,” I reply.  “I quit a few minutes ago.” 

I thought he was just coming up to use the bathroom, so I go back to reading my book.  Imagine how surprised I am when he gets in bed and spoons behind me.

“What are you doing?’ I ask, dropping the book when he wraps his arms around my waist. 

“I was looking for you,” he replies.  “I thought you might be mad at me.”

“Why?”  Okay, I’m totally clueless.

“Just in principle,” he replies, sighing and closing his eyes like he might fall asleep behind me.

“Oh,” I tease.  “Like sometimes you’re an Alpha asshole to me?”

“Something like that,” he chuckles.  “I should treat you better.”

True.

Wes snuggles some more and acts like he’s gonna snooze behind me, so I pick up my book.

Instead he leans up and pulls down the strap of the black silk cami I’m wearing.  My breast pops out, and he draws it into his mouth, making my nipple a verrrry happy camper.

I drop the book (hopefully, not on one of the cats) and moan, rolling over on my back as he pulls the cami down to my waist, freeing my other breast.

Suddenly, Wes is on top of me.  He weighs over 100 pounds more than I do, so my legs are pinned beneath him and my breasts are at his mercy, as he suckles and licks me like a hungry man.

Alrightyyyyy!

“I love sex,” I purr, after I groove on my first breast O.  “Oral sex, penetration sex, any sex.  I LOVE it!!!”

“I know you do, darlin’,” Wes replies, rolling my needy nipples between his talented fingers, propelling me toward another O.  Fast.

“Well, it’s true,” I moan.  “It’s just so wonderful, ya know?  When I’m fucking, nothing else matters except how goooooooood it feels.”

 Wes chuckles and devours my mouth in a passionate kiss.

 When he lets me come up for air, I say, “Ya know, this is one of my favorite self-servicing fantasies.”

 “It is?”

 “Yeah,” I continue.  “It’s the one where a hunky guy attacks me passionately for hot sex.  Like he can’t get enough of me.  It’s a wonderful thing to be wanted passionately.” 

Of course, I don’t tell him he never stars in that particular fantasy, because I’m the one always chasing him.  Nah, that’s a fantasy for some of my fav cybersex guys who chase me all day long.  *lusty grin*

Suddenly, Wes leans up and starts stripping off his clothes, flinging them to the floor.  When he’s totally nude, he crawls up my bod until his knees grip my shoulders. 

Wow, I have no idea what’s gotten into the man, but I like it!

“Take me,” he says, rubbing his cock against my lips.

Hey, you don’t have to ask me twice, ya know?  I devour him all the way to the root, and he makes a strangled sound like he just saw stars.  The head of his dick touches the back of my throat, and I swallow to take him even deeper while he slowly thrusts into my mouth. 

Then I feather my tongue at the base of his cock, moving all the way up to the head and then back down to that sensitive nerve at the root.

“Argh,” Wes moans.  “Darlin’, what you’re doing with your tongue is giving me plenty of fantasies.”

So I grab his ass with an iron grip, and deep-throat him with every thrust of his hips.  Two minutes later Wes shouts and floods my mouth with cum.  But I continue to feather my tongue around his dick, gripping his ass, holding him against my mouth until I’ve swallowed every last drop.

“Whew!” Wes exhales, collapsing beside me.  “That was mind-blowing.”

I smile and shrug.  “What can I say?  I love BJs.” 

Of course, I don’t tell him I’m always doing BJ research with my men friends and cybersex guys, asking them what they like best.  Not to mention some of the gay fans of my novels.  Hey, no one gives a better BJ than a gay man.  They’re the BJ Masters for sure, and the tips they’ve given me are priceless!  *kinky grin*

Usually, Wes is wasted after an O.  But suddenly he’s on top of me again, pinching and suckling my nipples, giving me two more Os.

Wow!

“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, when my lips can move again. 

“Exhausted,” he replies.  “But I wanted to give you a few more Os.  You deserve it.”

Huh?  An Uber-Alpha man just said that to me?  Obviously, the Mothership has landed, and an alien has invaded my husband’s bod.  But I’m cool with that.  It’s kinda kinky when you think about it, and you know how much I looooove kink.   *naughty grin*

“You’re a sweet, pretty girl, and you give great head,” Wes continues, collapsing beside me to pull me into his arms and snuggle.

Wow!

Alien or not, who would’ve thought Wes, the man who runs from me 60% of the time, would end up making one of my sexual fantasies come true.

Obviously, wonders never cease in my house…  ;)  

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Laura Stamps (c)
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