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“Yeah, sweetness. I got you.”

“I’m not feeling all too sweet right now.”

“No?”

“No.” My wife squeezes my cock and balls. “You’re still in the doghouse. Fix that pizza. I’ve decided I’m hungry after all.”

“I’m hungry but not for no damn pizza. You grabbing my dick like that is hot as fuck. Got me thinking about bending you over the table and fucking you.”

“You want to fuck me you’ve got to earn it.” She lets go and I turn the oven on to preheat.

“I know I’m not worthy, but I’ll find a way to remind you every single day that I wish I were.”

“See there you go saying stuff like that making it hard for me to deny you.”

“Mean every damn word. You want me to leave, I’ll leave, but you want me to stay then here I am. No bullshit. No games. Just real.”

“That’s all I ask. Keep it real with me. You start feeling some kind of way wanting another woman, I’ll wear a damn wig.”

“I don’t want anyone else.” I open the freezer and pull out a frozen cheese stuffed crust pizza. “You want mushrooms and extra cheese on this?”

“Please.”

“Whatcha drinking?”

“Beer.”

“All right. Park your ass on the couch and find us a movie to watch.”

“Any request?”

“Lady’s choice.”

“You sure about that? I never did finish watching that period drama based off the books I love.”

I nod and get busy putting Pam’s extra toppings on.

I grab a couple bottles of beer and join her on the couch while our food bakes. I hand her drink off along with some over the counter pain meds for the knot on her head and glance at the screen. “What kind of books you been reading?” I raise a brow as I take in what appears to be a man and woman fucking in the library of a mansion against a ladder.

“Shh,” she shushes me, placing a finger to my lips.

I suck the slender digit into my mouth.

Pam shakes her head, giving me a side eyed glance. “Don’t be getting any ideas.”

“You’re the one over here watching porn, babe.”

“It’s not porn.” She scowls.

“They are totally fucking. No one can act that good.”

“Shut it.”

“I’ll shut you up.” I tease at her nipple that strains against the fabric of her nightie. “Shove my cock down your throat.”

“Quit.” She smacks at my hand.

“You don’t want me touching you then you should’ve picked a different show to watch.” I slide my hand down the top of her nightgown to fondle her tits skin to skin.


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