Come on, I work 13 hour days and I get this shit because I need to stop for a drink! Why the hell isn't my wife helping me with things? Why doesn't sh... understand I'm fucking stressed out and need some "ME" time? We're supposed to be a team dammit so why isn't she making me feel better?As I pulled into my drive, a plan started to develop on how my wife was going to understand exactly how it feels to be under appreciated. I was almost smiling when I opened the door, but as I walked in my wife. "That was easier said than done as Mary quickly discovered. With her legs spread and her hands and arms useless behind her the only way she could move was by bending her knees sightly and dragging her breasts across the carpet. About halfway under the bed the vibrator started and the vibrations right on her clit sent shock waves through her entire body."Better hurry pet. Amy's is due any minute."Realizing she could not let Amy find her like this she tried to ignore the waves of pleasure. " Chanel scoffs at me. " That's original. You guys aren't very creative." "I guess not." "Well, what all did you tell John?" "Oh, he knows everything," I say without blinking. "What?!" she laughs, unsure if I'm serious or not. " Everything," I exaggerate. "I told him how incredible you look naked, and the way your body shakes after you cum," I whisper and wink at her. Chanel inhales through her open mouth. "Did you really?" I laugh out loud at how serious she sounds. "Of course not, are. ”I moved to the other end of the bales where Tanya had Tonya's legs pulled back behind her arms and was busy licking thru her slit that she was spreading with her thumbs. When I kneeled down next to her she looked up with Tonya's cum dripping from her face again. “Want a taste. She’s delicious.” She moved up to lick her clit as I make one long lick from Tonya's puckered ass up thru her slit collecting all of the delicious nectar released as Tanya had tortured her clit. I stood up and moved to.