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“Oooh, stockings and suspenders. Who’s the lucky guy?”Irritation surged through my veins as I tried ridding myself of Dan’s hand from beneath my skirt. I love my husband, but he does choose his moments. It was all right for him; he didn’t have to go to work today. I did and I was running late. “Dan, don’t… I haven’t got the time.” Hearing the tone of my voice, he gave me the puppy dog eyes treatment and, for a split second, I felt my resolve melting.”Oh no you don’t, you lecherous bastard. You had all morning to take advantage of this.” I gestured to my body, smartly dressed for work. “If you had joined me in the shower, we could have had lots of fun together… But, oh no, Mr ‘I’m free today’ was too busy watching porn on his telephone and now he wants to get dirty with me?” His broad smile widened. I gave him a sadistic grin. “Well, no way, shithead. Your old lady has to get her ass in gear, otherwise she’ll be looking for another job.” Seeing his feigned disappointment made me feel victorious, although it was a hollow victory. From the moment my eyes opened this morning, I’d felt horny and wanted nothing more than to jump his bones. ~o0o~My frustration had started when the alarm burst into life beside my ear. Instead of switching it off and getting up like I should have done, I pressed the snooze button and spooned up to my man for a cuddle. Although he should have been asleep, the alarm had also woken him out of his slumber and a lethargic “good morning” rumbled through the bedroom.”Morning darling,” I responded, kissing the back of his neck and wrapping my arms around him. Drowsy he might have been, but that didn’t stop him taking my hand and placing it on his manhood. As usual, he was sporting morning wood, but as I squeezed and tugged, it thickened. He grunted his approval and, as I expected and hoped, a firm hand moved between our entwined bodies to explore my soft apex. His fingers pressed into my receptive flesh, the unrelenting pressure sending delicious, sweet sensations coursing through me. A moist heat developed between my thighs and I moaned softly, pressing my lips to his shoulder. Under my expert touch, Dan’s prick hardened nicely. I was enjoying myself and wishing I didn’t have to get up when the çankaya escort damned alarm resumed its morning chorus. Casting a malevolent glance at the offending object, I reluctantly abandoned my hopes and twisted over to turn the bloody thing off.”Fucking prick teaser,” Dan grumbled. “I should have known you wouldn’t stay in bed.”“Sorry, darling, but I’ve got an important meeting today and I still need to get up to speed with the situation.” “What about my situation here,” he shot back, trying to guilt trip me. It almost worked, but common sense got a grip and with increasing resentment, I swung my long legs out from beneath the quilt. “You can always join me in the shower,” I offered and struck a sexy pose for him. “Nah, think I’ll stay here,” he mumbled and turned over. As I left him alone in bed, I saw him reach for his smartphone. Moments later in the shower, hot, soapy water cascaded over my body, washing away the last remnants of sleep. Damn. If only I hadn’t used the snooze button, I might have been able to…Grabbing a towel to dry myself, I grumbled because my daily ritual had started without me relieving the itch between my legs. Dressing, I heard Dan moving about, and then the staircase creaked. I smiled. Instead of lying in, hubby was downstairs making breakfast. That would save me some time. After applying makeup, I went to join him. However, entering the kitchen, I almost turned around and went back upstairs. “He’s doing this on fucking purpose,” I muttered.”Sorry, darling, did you say something?” he asked, looking at me with childlike innocence.Dan was sitting at the breakfast bar, drinking his coffee and reading the paper. Nothing unusual in that, I hear you say, but instead of wearing something casual like a T-shirt and jeans, he was in his bathrobe… only his bathrobe. A roguish smile and bright eyes stared back at me. We both knew that only the bathrobe was protecting his modesty. Beneath the soft towelling, he was naked — and my imagination ran riot. Because I’ve told him like only a million times, Dan knows that he is the sexiest man alive. What, I hear you ask, even sexier than Homer Simpson, Mr Bean, or Popeye? Well, the answer is yes. I know, difficult rus escort to believe and it’s only my opinion, but there you have it. Do with it what you will. Anyway, the robe was barely fastened and a lot of flesh was on show. Worse still, he was acting all nonchalant. The shit!Although he’d poured me a cup of the delicious-smelling brown liquid, he’d strategically placed it on the other end of the breakfast bar, next to warm croissants he’d zapped in the microwave. So, in order to eat breakfast, I had to walk past him. Pretending not to notice his deliberate provocation, I made my way across the kitchen, my heels clicking like snapped branches, on the tiled floor. As I picked up the steaming beverage, his hand disappeared beneath my skirt.~o0o~Despite my objections, Dan still hadn’t removed his hand. In fact, instead of obeying my wishes, he slid it beneath one of my suspenders, squeezing my buttock hard, for good measure. This time I twisted my body away from him. With a rueful grin, he finally withdrew his hand. Assuming he’d finished playing games, I relaxed. That was a mistake. With rattlesnake reactions, he grabbed my hand and pulled it towards the opening in his bathrobe.”Can you feel how much I want you?” I could. His flesh was warm and pliable in my hand.”Don’t care,” I lied. Funny thing lies. Mum always preached, “Tell no lies because they’ll always come back to bite you in the bum.” How right she was. My fingers curled around the thick girth, the heat exciting me. “So, you don’t want this?” He grinned. “Nope.” With my free hand, I placed the coffee cup to my beautifully made up lips and sipped the warm liquid. With an indifference I didn’t feel, I gazed out of the kitchen window, but couldn’t ignore what was happening in my other hand. “Anything interesting in the paper, this morning?” We both heard the tremor in my voice. “Nothing much,” he replied, his hands caressing my stockinged thighs.”Just a story of how a man sought solace with a beautiful neighbour after being rejected by his bossy wife.” “Boring,” I replied, although I knew he was infatuated with a new resident in our little cul-de-sac. A very attractive, redheaded divorcee. “No, it’s quite compelling,” he quipped. “Turns eryaman escort out the young woman wasn’t as career-obsessed as his wife; she had more important things on her mind.” “Really?” My temperature was rising.”Yes, it turns out the poor, depraved woman hadn’t had sex for almost a year and knew when not to look a gift horse in the mouth.” Now I had trouble keeping a straight face. His hands were travelling higher with each upward stroke and, although I pretended not to notice, I knew my skirt was being pushed up my thighs. Mind you, I wasn’t the only one getting turned on. Within his bathrobe, his prick was standing to attention. “Some horse,” I snorted.As soon as my feigned insult was out there, strong fingers brushed against my gusset, pressing the soft fabric between my labia. I gasped. Without consciously thinking about it, I gripped hubby’s prick tighter and started masturbating him.”Hmmm, according to the newspaper, he’s a proverbial stallion. Maybe the neighbour likes ’em big?” “Yeah, well that’s not gonna happen, darling,” I said, giving his cock a mean twist to reinforce my words. His bottom lip protruded dejectedly. “You’re mine and don’t you forget it.” I pressed my fingernails into his warm flesh to make my point. He winced and I smiled victoriously. “So, why can’t we knock a quick one out?” he whined. I sighed. It was like talking to a petulant child. “Darling, if we fuck now, you’ll cum inside me and for the rest of the day, I’ll have spunk dripping into my knickers.” His face lit up with enthusiasm. “No.”   “Bu… Bu…” he stammered, obviously trying to think of something, anything, that would change my mind. “I know… what if I pull out and cum over your bum?” Hope sparkled in his eyes. I shook my head. “I haven’t got the time… and I don’t want to.””That’s not what your body is telling me,” he countered, his hand pressing harder against my sex. He wasn’t wrong. In the few meagre seconds we’d been trading barbs, my expensive underwear felt more like a cheap dishcloth: crumpled and soggy. His hands slipped beneath the saturated fabric. I bit my lip as one hand found my clit while the other explored my tight anus. Despite my objections, my juices were flowing like the Amazon… in the rainy season. The last thing I wanted was for him to stop.”You’re a fucking little shit,” I panted, my anger losing to my arousal. “You always do this to me when I’m in a rush. You get me all hot and bothered, knowing full well I haven’t got the time to play silly games with you.” 

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