With deadlines looming at work, I would be staying late every day this week. Stepping out of the car and grabbing my backpack from the backseat, I hop...d that my wife, Amanda, was already cooking dinner. A fantasy of opening the door to find my beautiful wife cooking dinner wearing nothing but an apron and a thong flashed through my head. On my way to the door, I peeked through the window and my dream was crushed. Not only was my wife not in the kitchen, but it looked as if nothing had been. Amy quickly joined in, sharing Kat's happiness. When we separated, Amy and I kissed away Kat's tears."Amy, I also want to thank you for helping to make last night possible," I said, handing Amy her new pendant.Amy also let out a few tears of happiness as we went into another group-hug.I started laughing, so we had to break up the hug."Someone's got one hell of a sense of timing!" I said, still chuckling."I think it's my turn to get the door," Amy said.As she started to get up, I stopped her and. But they had, if anything, become more rigid. So rigid that she would only allow sex on Sunday mornings between 7:45 am and 8 am.Any earlier and I, “wasn’t letting her sleep.” Any later, and there wasn’t time before getting ready for church. If something interfered, I had to wait another week. If I approached her any other time, it was, “All you think about is sex!”She wasn’t wrong about that. Bitterness rose in my gorge like acrid choking smoke. I had tried everything to turn her on, anything. "Do it baby! Cum all over me!" she squealed, then opened her mouth.With several loud grunts, Derek began squirting. His semen shot out to land in long pearly beads across Alexa's face, some of it landing across her lips and into her mouth. She squeezed his shaft in time with the pumping orgasm until her face was lightly coated with the pearly white jizz. A few spurts on her cheeks, and lips."Damn..." Alexa said, licking her lips free of the thick fluid. "You really did have a big load.