Now say I take over your chore of dusting."We both did all the same chores, most had to be done at least three times a week, some more. Dusting was an...every day chore. "What so you would take a chore at a time and get more and more off me?" Remember you still get the money they pay you, but yes. If I take over your dusting duties I might ask for..."Sasha interrupted me."Why would that help me except to give me some free time to my already empty schedule. Dusting is daily, but that wouldn't. "If we won the lottery or something, what would you do?" Brenda, I did win the lottery when you agreed to marry me," I laughed. "I am a very contented man. Our kids are doing well in their careers. We have each other and now you're screwing me to death. What more could I want?" Am I too demanding on you, sexually, Jeff?" worried Brenda with surprising emotion. "Are you feeling weak, or tired?" Well, yeah! It's a damn good feeling, though," I admitted as I kissed Brenda's beautiful breasts.. .."After she had her first orgasm that night, her competitive streak returned, and she pushed me down on the bed, and began to ride on me.It might seem to her that she was in control of the situation, but soon, she was losing herself in the pleasure once again, and I sat up and sucked those nipples of hers, squeezing her breast at the same time."Oh gosh..."And there goes her second orgasm.It accumulated up until the fourth orgasm before she decided to stop being competitive and just enjoy. Here in his words is part one..After a near sleepless night thinking about the day to come it was with eagerness and trepidation I set off to Goddess Laura's house this morning, but first I had to call and get gifts for Goddess and Her Real Man."You may bring Me a bottle of pink Champagne and Sir will have a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka"I also bought Goddess some fresh flowers and a cocktail shaker "get me a little surprise to make up for that idiot slave pissing me off" (Some fool had indeed.