Both their jobs had gone from strength to strength and now this new big home in the suburbs was a dream come true. As she turned and her handsome blon...e husband lifted her down to the floor she finished her thoughts vocally."And now all we need is a nursery." No problem," he answered with a big grin and charming wink, "I'll start straight away."She looked at him confused. " On making a nursery?"He pulled her closer as she giggled replying in a playful caveman grunt."No me make baby first.". Please." Put your hands above your head." You command."Why?" You lied to me. You're clearly no good girl. Scratching me like that, hitting me. And cumming like a little slut. You're a bad girl, Stephanie." Your pronounce it like a judge handing out a life sentence. You see the thought take hold in her mind. She'll be different after this. Changed. Corrupted. Wordlessly, Stephanie puts her hands above her head. You grab them with one hand and keep her pinned.As wet as she is, she'll never take. I kiss you going for the tender spot behind your ears, your neck… and then I kiss down your chest… I open your already gaping shirt more… and reach in to fondle and tease one of your breasts. I pull it out and begin to kiss and lick the aureola, teasing, circling, closing in on the erect nipple. Soon, I capture it with my lips and suck on it greedily. You throw your head back and moan as my mouth suckles and arouses your taut nipple. You excitedly reach up and pull the other side of your bra. There was plenty of food and drinks in the social hour after dinner. The meal was a northeast specialty of crab cakes, lobster and steak; the traditional surf and turf.My guests included my mates; they arrived just before happy hour and were spending the night. Jenny and Marcy had stepped off the G5 returning from Thimble Shoals to a seat in the helicopter.As usual politics prevailed before the meal was served and after. Toasts and more toasts kept the flow of the conversations going. It was.