For Those Who Were Wondering, No, I Didn’t Get A Christmas Orgasm Last Night.  It Turns Out The Keys

For those who were wondering, no, I didn’t get a Christmas orgasm last night.  It turns out the keys to my lock are not in her possession.  Her boyfriend has them.

But what she gave me was wonderful.  She rubbed her naked body all over me and whispered in my ear about the naughty things she’s done lately.  She probably kept the intense teasing up for an hour or more, whispering about fucking lots of men, fucking for money, that she’s my wife, but she’s Peter’s sex slave, making me beg to swallow cum, making me beg to stay locked up a very long time, everything.  ”Beg me to cuckold you, husband.”  ”Beg me to make money with my body, husband.”   “Beg me to be Peter’s sex slave.”  She got me so hot and horny, I just loved blurting out whatever words she told me to say. 

Deep down I know she’s right, the intensity of this ongoing experience is better than 10 seconds of ecstasy in an orgasm, followed by a week of diminished sex drive.

My  wife is so perfect and sexy and beautiful.  All it took was one little session with her to be completely looking forward to her cruise with Peter.

Of course she had an intense orgasm in my mouth, and I spent a long time waiting to fall asleep straining against my cage.