"Let me come, Tom!" (Wife POV)

"I can't believe I'm actually thinking this right now, but if I don't get a dick between my legs right now, I'm going to go insane."

Determined, you take Henry's hand and lead your husband to the couch. You pull him down to you by his shirt collar and kiss him as you take his other hand and guide it into your pants. This should let him feel just how in heat you are and what you want from him.

Obediently he took off his top and pants and helped you take off your shirt. You still had a pink bra on, which you wear quite rarely and never actually when you plan to sleep with your husband.

"I hope he doesn't think it's cheesy," you think to yourself.

But he was already much too busy to get rid of your pants.

As soon as your pants hit the floor, Henry flips you over. You hold on to the back of the couch while he finally gives you the satisfaction you've been craving for so long. As wet as you were already, more foreplay was not necessary and he entered you without any hassle.

"God I need this now," you say and lift your ass so that your husband can fuck into you more easily.

He grabs your ass and pulls you to him repeatedly, with each thrust eliciting another scream from you.

You are a fan of sensuality, romance, tenderness. But sometimes it feels good just being fucked without any restriction.

"ahh.. please.. let me..ahh.. come. Let me come Tom!" you cry out in pleasure.

Henry increases the speed once again, taking you to the limits of your sanity. You let yourself fall onto the couch as Henry pulled out of you. Some of his cum flows out of your vagina and drips.

"I'll clean it up later" goes through your dazed mind. That reminds you that you need to renew your three-month shot again. It would be due again in two weeks.

"Tom then..." says Henry.

"Huh?"

"You said Tom."

"When?"

"Earlier"

"No."

"Yes, you did."

"Oh shit. Did I really...never...I wouldn't mistake my husband for Tom...would I?"

"Um...honey I can..."

"Don't worry about it. Happens. We just met them earlier and you still had him in your head. Nothing to be ashamed of."

Sweet how understanding he is.

"But now we have to clean this place up before my mom gets here. You know how she gets when the house is messy."

Of course you do. "Didn't you vacuum before? Don't you ever vacuum the carpet when you're expecting guests? Well, the bun could have been in the oven for 15 minutes longer. Since you don't clean the windows every week, what do you do all day? ...."

You wouldn't say it out loud but Henry's mother needs a dick. And until then you have to put up with her old woman syndrome somehow. So you better get the vacuum cleaner out.