Entering the kitchen, I heard her before I saw her. She was loud and angry and not afraid to let it show. Pots and pans being thrown into the dishwasher, shouting down the phone at someone who had done something wrong. My soft love was all spiky & agitation.
A better measure was that children and small animals were hiding from her, on the other side of the house . She was a great wife and mother, and normally I was more than happy to follow her lead, but not on this. It was time for this husband to organise a circuit breaker.
I leaned into her softness and kissed the back of her neck . At the same time she pushed into me, to try and push me away. I wrapped some hair around my hand and gave it a sharp pull.
“No, we are not doing this” I whispered to her. I heard her catch her breath.
“The kids are being picked up in an hour by your sister and staying until Sunday. I have a couple of mates,” and with that she leaned into me, “ coming over for a bit of a project. You might want to get ready.” I found my voice getting deeper, the more I spoke.
A couple of hours later, Dean knocked on the door. He entered with a practice ease of someone who knew our space well and headed to the kitchen to get some beer. He was younger, tall, fit and strong. We have been playing together for nearly 6 months and each time was better than the last.
We talked, I apologised, for keeping it too long between sessions and we entered to find my wife on her hands and knees ready for inspection.
I like this, pre-cum on my cock and getting ready to play. Everything quivering, ready to go.
Dean asked me how she had been. I told him the truth, “a spiky bitch from hell, scaring everyone in the house”
Without warning, I heard the sharp crack of the smack on her bum, followed by a moan as his fingers entered roughly. She came quickly.
Dean never speaks to my wife. He looked at me and smiled, as he licked his fingers covered in her stickyness.
“she needs to be shaved and we should put the food on. What do you want to do husband?”