Food was always a good one—she never argued about me buying lunch or dinner.She turned her attention from my clothes to me at my grunt. Her eyes wid...ned briefly then took on a lustful look that made me feel like a gazelle who had wandered too close to the sunbathing lion pride. I had no choice but to wait and see if she could be bothered to pounce or if she’d already had her fill for the day.“I think,” she said, “we need to get you a big thick bathrobe too.”“Why?” I asked, confused.“Because...”. Fighting the urge to run and hide she flashed her smile instead, telling herself ‘fierce, fierce’. His return smile was slow and electric. He busied himself kissing her more and more ardently and she realised with some alarm that she was moaning softly. His arms were around her hips inching her across the rock. His head now pressed fast between her legs, inhaling deeply. She recoiled in shock and embarrassment, but he held her fast, once more flashing his brilliant eyes up at her. All trace of. I went into the kitchen and began rummaging through several of the drawers until I found what I was looking for. I took out a long handled wooden spoon which I thought would be perfect for what I had in mind.Returning to my wife, I informed her that she was going to be punished for not complying with my demand right away and for not doing it correctly. She immediately began to plead with me that she was sorry and that she would never do it again and that I should give her a second chance. I cut. Zzzzip. It opened and his hardcock slapped at the side of her face as it jutted out of the suitpants -- she smiled inwardly: he had obviously stopped after work to remove his underpants. She immediately slurped it into her mouth and pushed her face forward. Her tongue became frantic as he closed his eyes to savor the first contact. She did not pump her face forward and back but simply swallowed his hardness, her nose bumping into the hair peeking out of the opening in his pants. Her tongue.