Chapter 3

An urgent stirring in my loins roused me awake. I rolled away from Wes, careful not to wake him up. It was still dark outside and the bedside clock read 5:30 AM. Only thirty minutes before he had to get up.

Reliving myself in the bathroom, I returned to the bedroom and my footsteps halted, my jaw nearly hitting the floor.

Wes remained the same way I left him minutes earlier. The only difference was the reminder of what nature did to men in the morning.

His erect cock facing the ceiling.

"Damn it, Wes." My hand snaked to the midst of my legs, trying to suppress the urge that was building there. "How can you be torturing me without even making an attempt?"

Overtaken by my primal urge, I made for the bed, crawling towards the thick veiny serpent that almost made me lose my voice the previous night. My hands planted on either side of his thighs, I leered at his cock, licking my lips.

"It's payback time, buddy," I whispered.

It twitched as if challenging me.

Well, challenge accepted.

Lowering my head to his groin, I took him into my mouth.

I bobbed my head up and down slowly, swirling my tongue around his shaft and enjoying our combined juices from last night. A groan escaped his lips, but his eyes remained closed. I took a soft hold of his balls, massaging them softly and his eyes fluttered open.

"B...Babe?" His voice was groggy.

He looked down and his eyes widened. "Babe!"

I gave a wink in return and my bobbing motion intensified.

"Babe, what are you doing?" His stomach clenched and he gritted his teeth.

I pulled away from his cock, tapping the tip with my finger. "Giving this little thing a lesson and showing it who's boss. It has no business taunting me by being this hard in the morning."

"It's morning wood." He raised an eyebrow.

"Still, it needs to be disciplined."

I took him back into my mouth and released a deep hum.

"Ah babe, you're amazing." His hand caressed my hair, guiding my movements. Spurred by that, I lowered my head even deeper until the tip of his cock touched my throat. A loud groan left his lips and his hold tightened on my hair.

I pulled away at that moment, proud of myself for not coughing. "Yup, still got it."

My lips descended to his balls, giving them soft kisses and then taking each into my mouth briefly. Each suck I gave was rewarded with a sharp hiss above.

I returned to his cock, taking it into his mouth and tickling his balls.

Wes groans increased by each minute and before I knew it, I felt him swell in my mouth.

"Babe, I'm cumming," he warned.

The few seconds that followed had me on crossroads. I could take his cock out and let him spill on my face, giving him an erotic work of art. Or I could allow him cum in my mouth.

I chose the latter.

I clamped my lips shut and I was rewarded with spurts of his cum rushing down my throat. I pinned his thighs down to suppress his vibration as I greedily sucked everything from his slowly deflecting cock.

Raising my head up, I licked my lips and winked at him.

"Bad girl," he chuckled weakly.

"I'm your bad girl." I traced my finger around his abs.

At the same time, the alarm bell came off.

"What!" Wes groaned in disbelief. "Just when we were about to move further."

"Aww, too bad." I stood from the bed and clapped. "Up from the bed, mister. It's time for work. Chop Chop."

"Five more minutes." He made a terrible attempt of giving the puppy dog eyes.

"No." I shook my head, offering my hands. "You get ready for work and I get the kids ready for school."

He accepted my hands and I pulled him up, chuckling at the disappointment on his face.

"Cheer up, sweetie." I reached up to kiss his cheek. "Work today is going to be different."

"How so?"

"Because I'll make it more interesting for you during work hours." I wriggled my eyebrows.

"Something tells me I should expect something naughty."

"Maybe. Now, off you go." I pushed him into the bathroom, giving his butt a light swat.

Hours later, I was left alone in the house as usual. Usually, I would have been happy with the peace and quiet. But with what happened the previous night, it felt so strange.

I was craving Wes's touch again. The vision of him sucking on my breasts and pounding me while I whispered dirty talks to his ears the previous night was a thrill. It was like we just got married. Only this time, it felt ten times better.

I picked up my phone and sent him a message on Whatsapp.

ME: Hey, babe. Checking up on you. How's work?

A few minutes later, he replied.

HUBBY: The usual. I just wanna go back home.

ME: Awww, too bad. But you have to suck it up. A few hours more wouldn't hurt.

HUBBY: Easy for you to say. By the way, you did mention something about you making work more interesting for me.

A devious grin crossed my face and I retrieved a banana from the fridge. I replied to his text.

ME: Are you alone in the office?

HUBBY: Yeah.

ME: Well, it's the time to give you a treat to make you better.

HUBBY: Will the treat be better than the one you gave me this morning? My cock is still feeling the effects of your lips.

A sudden bolt of pleasure rushed to my thighs. Shaking it away, I focused. Peeling the banana skin halfway, I placed the exposed part between my lips, taking a picture and sending it with a caption.

ME: You mean like this?

HUBBY: Holy shit, babe!

A couple of surprised smileys followed his text, sending me into fits of giggles as I replied.

ME: Yeah, babe. Your cock was so delicious I couldn't help myself. Although it's far bigger than the banana .

HUBBY: Fuck, I didn't see this coming. You've got me hard right now.

Encouraged further by the text, I locked in to the next phase. I removed my top, exposing my boobs and retrieving the can of whipped cream. I winced at the cold contact it made on my nipples. Taking another picture, I sent it to him along with a caption.

ME: Just like the way you had my nipples hard last night.

HUBBY: Babe! You are such a naughty girl. When did you become this lewd?

ME: Since last night, sweetie. You unlocked that side of me with that big fat cock of yours. I told you I wanted to make this work easy. Is it working?

HUBBY: Are you kidding? Fuck, I wanna suck on those nipples again.

ME: The whipped cream is in the way.

I followed it up with triple wink smileys.

HUBBY: Would make your nipples all the more sweeter. You're such a fucking tease. You really deserve a spanking.

I giggled and stripped until I was left in only my thong. I aimed the phone camera at my butt and took a picture. I sent it to him with a caption.

ME: You want to spank this?

HUBBY: Holy fuck! How did I miss that ass last night? It has gotten bigger. Babe, those squats have really paid off. Look at that fucking cake.

I chuckled and sent a reply.

ME: Good enough to eat?

HUBBY: Hell yeah. I'll spank it first before I eat it.

ME: Kinky. You got my pussy dripping.

HUBBY: I'll take care of it with my tongue when I get back.

A wink smiley followed.

ME: Sure, you will.

I glanced at the clock.

ME: I gotta go to the gym, sweetie. See you later?

HUBBY: Alright. Do more squats at the gym again. I can't wait to see a close up view of that sweet doughy ass.

ME: Lol. Bye, naughty boy.

I put the phone away and gathered my clothes.

***********

"Hey dad, I made it to the soccer team." Victor beamed over his plate.

Wes looked up from his meal, a smile matching Victor's and reminding me of how much they looked alike.

"Really? Congrats, Vic. I'm so proud of you."

Wes had tried soccer at a younger age, but a nasty injury ruled him out and gave him a life long trauma. On the flip side, it pushed him towards the accounting field and he later pursued a course in it. An effort that landed him the job in one of the best firms in the country.

"And how did you do, Betty?" I turned to my daughter munching away.

"It was great." She shrugged, adjusting her glasses. "I scored an A in the science project."

"Boring." Victor faked a yawn.

"Shut up, twerp!" Betty hissed at him, getting a sneer in return.

"That's enough!" I snapped, turning to my son. "Victor, don't taunt your sister. There's nothing wrong with science."

"True." Wes nodded. "Everyone has their gifts in various fields. Your sister in science and yourself in sports. You should respect hers."

Victor made a face, but said nothing.

"And now it's time for dessert." Rubbing my hands, I rose from my seat. I retrieved the bunch of bananas from the cabinet and served two pieces each to my family.

"Banana?" Victor groaned, pushing his plate away.

"Don't be like that, sweetheart." I pushed it back to him. "Banana is very sweet and nutritious."

"Very sweet and nutritious," I repeated, sending a discreet gaze to Wes. Our eyes met and I licked my lips. His eyes widened, a realization of a reminder. I was quite sure the erotic image of me blowing the banana earlier in the morning replayed in his head.

Victor peeled the banana and took a bite, his face wrinkling in disgust.

"You have to eat it all, sweetie." I peeled a banana and munched slowly. "It's very delicious."

My gaze roamed to the pleading look on Wes face, stifling a giggle. I was quite sure his pants must have threatened to burst underneath the table.

I spared him and the rest of the dinner went without any incident. Victor managed to finish his banana and we dispersed. The kids went up to have their bath and Wes to the living room to watch a late night news. I cleared the dishes and made my way out.

As the water cascaded down my skin while in the showers, a part of me wondered if I might have taken things too far during dinner. My daughter would have caught on to the subtle teasing if she wasn't too busy relishing the disgust on my son's face as he struggled to eat his desert.

The door slid open behind me and I jumped, spinning around. My lips parted at the sight.

At the entrance was my husband bare naked and his eyes filled with mock rage.

"Honey?" I swallowed.

The next words he spoke sent shivers down my spine.

"Put your hands on the wall and arch your back. I've come for your ass."