Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
My wife stood at the counter, wearing nothing but a black tank and boxers, dick heavy and outlined through the fabric. Fork in one hand, phone in the other.
Beyoncé looked up at me mid-chew. "Still don't get why you wanna work when you don't have to."
I rolled my eyes and sipped my tea. "Because sitting at home all day ain't my thing, baby."
"You could pick up a hobby. Start painting or knitting or some shit. But a full-time job? As an assistant?" She laughed a little, shaking her head. "I applaud you."
"My boss isn't bad. We're lowkey homegirls now. And there's a reason I'm working... a very specific reason."
She looked up again, chewing slow. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
I stepped closer, leaning on the counter with a little smile. "Just... trust me."
She gave me that mhmm with a mouth full of eggs. I couldn't stop staring. Her skin. Her thighs. That damn dick peeking through her boxers. She was perfect to me. I was obsessed with my baby.
She looked at me again. "Yes, baby?"
I stepped between her legs. "I wanna give you some head right now before I go."
She smirked, not even looking up from her plate. "What's stopping you?"
I didn't say shit. Just slid my hand down her chest, then under her tank, feeling her abs flex under my palm. I kept going, straight down to her lap, and rubbed over her dick slow feeling her thicken in my hand.
"Mmm," I groaned, voice low. "Fine ass"
She stepped back a little, still chewing, still unfazed. I slipped my hand inside her boxers, wrapped my fingers around her dick, and started stroking it slow, letting my thumb drag over the tip.
She grunted low, mouth full, eyes still on her plate. "Don't play with it, mama."
I kissed her arm, still jerking her slow. "Who said I was playing?" Then I dropped to my knees.
I started sucking her slow, tongue flicking over the tip before I took her all the way in. My lips wrapped around her thickness, and I moaned as I bobbed my head, eyes locked on hers.
God, I loved pleasing my wife.
We had a great marriage. Real love. Real friendship. And an even better sex life. But... there was one more thing we both wanted.
I was the one who brought it up first-adding another woman. I've always loved eating pussy. Always loved how soft women were, how they tasted, how they moaned.
And my wife? She had a dick. A big, beautiful one. So the idea of bringing someone else in just made sense.
Before we were married, we'd had our fun. Foursomes. Friends with benefits. Nights that didn't end 'til sunrise. Once we locked it down, we toned it down-but didn't stop completely. Just kept it private. Controlled.
