Time to Pay Up!
I had an awesome day yesterday. Not only did I receive a nice surprise in a business negotiation, but my first contest on my Facebook Fan Page is going really well. Yay! So I was in a great mood when Wes came home last night.
Unfortunately, he was in a rotten mood. He’s a worrier, and that tends to keep him in a constant state of crankiness. But last night he was worse than usual. In fact, by the time we finished dinner I couldn’t wait to get away from him and go back to work on computer. Whew!
All I can say is thank goodness for my horny pervy fans/readers/friends. After an hour of chatting with them, I was in a great mood again. So I marched downstairs where Wes was parked in his reclining chair, watching football.
“I feel much better,” I announce, perching on the arm of his chair. “But you owe me. Big-time.”
“Oh?” Wes looks up at me and narrows his eyes. “How do you figure that?”
“Simple,” I reply. “I was in a great mood when you came home. I had two things to celebrate. But you cranked so much during dinner you had me totally depressed and almost in tears.”
“I’m sorry,” he scowls, still cranky as hell.
“Not good enough,” I continue. “I had planned to play in the bathroom after dinner, but you made me too sad. Now I feel great, and I’m in the mood for sex again. You owe me.”
I start nudging him out of the chair, while I grab the blanket he’d thrown over his legs. It’s been kinda cold and rainy down here in South Carolina all week.
“No,” he replies, trying to bat me away. “I’m too tired to have sex. I need sleep.”
“Not happening,” I respond, persisting until I pull the blanket off his legs.
By then Wes is chuckling. “I’m not having sex!” he exclaims.
“What is wrong with you?” I tease. “What red-blooded man would turn down sex and a blow job with a hot wife like me?!!!”
“I would!” he exclaims again, laughing like crazy now because I just pushed him out of the chair.
“You owe me sex tonight,” I say, ignoring his protests. “Time to pay up!”
Wes groans as he stands. “You are so AGGRAVATING,” he mumbles, trudging upstairs to the bathroom.
Okay, I tend to be relentless when I’m horny and want sex. And this is a bad thing? I think not.
By now I’ve stripped off the pink lace cami I’d been wearing all day. But when I reach for his t-shirt he shrieks.
“It’s too cold!” he protests. “I’m not taking off my shirt.”
“What a wimp,” I tease, pulling on his t-shirt until he gives up and lets me strip it off his yummy chest.
But when I pull down his sweatpants, his semi-hard dick pops out.
Alrightyyyy!
“Mmmm,” I purr, stroking his delicious cock. “Looks like your dick disagrees with you.”
“That’s because my dick is always happy to see your cute bod,” he grumbles.
And this is a bad thing? I think not.
Yeah, we had lots of frisky fun in the bathroom last night Lots of Os for me. Lots of those endorphins I’m so addicted to. And Wes only lasted 4 minutes after I wrapped my hot lips around his eager cock.
“See,” I say afterwards. “This is more fun than sleeping, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Wes agrees, grinning from ear to ear while he dresses.
“Ya know, you should do all your thinking with your little head,” I tease. “It’s much more fun that way. Just ask me.”
Then I sashay out the bathroom door, shaking my cute little ass at him.
Duh!
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
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