She lookedat him smiling and panting and said, “Oh Jim! I wanthim to come in my mouth,” she went on to say somethingelse but her words had...me going nuts, I banged herpussy so hard she almost fell off the toilet.“We said you wouldn’t do that,” said Jim sounding angrybeside me, the thought of coming in her mouth had mereal close now. “I want his big hard cock in my mouth,I want him to fill my mouth with spunk,” she pantedbreathlessly as I continued to. That wasn’t how I wanted things. I wanted to spank her ass when, how, where, and as often as I liked. She shouldn’t be the one “controlling” the sex in our marriage, deciding if and when we have sex based on her mood. I was the husband. I was the “head of our house”. It was about time I got a little bit of what I wanted out of this relationship.The little bit of alcohol (enough that I could feel it, not enough to make me drunk) helped to unlock those buried feelings and gave me the courage to. " "Shut up." I smile and bring him down to me and he lies upon me, as we make out and I pull off my shorts and his sits up, spreading my legs open and rubs a finger against my wet pussy. "Don't tease me." I plead and I bit my finger, as he brings two fingers inside of my pussy and thrusts hard. I gasp, loving the feeling of something warm in my pussy and moan loudly, him grinning and he presses another finger in, than another until finally its his whole fist. "Holy crap." He says and tears. Let’s head into the living room.”As we walked through the den to the living room, we barely heard my mother light into my sister with, “I told you earlier that it was your job to do the dinner dishes. Don’t act all put upon now that I had to remind you.”Lynette raised her eyes at me as she sat down on our gold colored couch and whispered, “I wouldn’t have minded doing those dishes, you know.”“I know,” I replied, “but my mom told me after I finished with the breakfast dishes, that she was going.