We fall to our knees.My hands fall to my knees. My pencil has fallen and I cannot peck on the keyboard. I can't reach the pencil on the floor a foot a...d a half below me. I try. I try but I cannot. I try typing without the pencil, but without something to grasp, my fingers shake uncontrollably. Ashamed, I call for your help. You come in from the kitchen, tomato sauce on your apron, and pick up the pencil for me, along with the other half-dozen I have dropped. I thank you, my words garbled and. And not with my husband of less than a year either.Right after we got married he got one of those super high-paying jobs that just owned him body and soul. We were lucky to eat dinner before 9 o’clock on weeknights and sometimes Saturdays. He had little energy for sex so we had to dedicate ourselves to that on Sunday.I’m pretty highly sexed, so that doesn’t work for me. I was a goody-goody until late in my junior year of college when a guy with a big and talented dick showed me what my pussy. I didn’t get much sleep. I did finally goto sleep when the batteries died. I woke the next morning naked but untied and no vibe in me. Wedidn’t say anything about what happened all the next day until I was about to go to bed. As I washeading into my bedroom Ashley asked who was the bigger slut. I told her again I wasn’t a slut. Shesaid okay. I almost didn’t want to go to sleep because I was afraid of what might happen. I was tiredfrom lack of sleep the night before and not long after lying on. “Horny for my wife,” John replied.“Still sweet I see,” I said.“You know you love it,” John replied.Then I bent down and took his cock in my mouth. I learned that I really loved blowing John, I mean I really loved it for some reason. I'm not entirely sure why though, but all that time I guess it was him loving it so much that got me to love it too.“Oh fuck yes sweetie. You are a fucking queen,” John said.Then I leaned up and gave him a kiss. I got down on my knees and took his cock back into my.