Blow job

Steven had had a long day, and sighed. "Man, I wish Elizabeth wanted to suck my cock right now." He gave a short snort of derision, not really expecting anything.

A moment later, the bedroom door flew open. Elizabeth came in, shut the door and locked it behind her. "Hey, you look like you had a hard day," she said as if she had just run up the stairs to the bedroom.

"Yep, um, it sure was," said Steve, moving the rock behind his back. Did this work? he thought.

"I have something to make you feel better," said Elizabeth. She walked over and knelt before her. She smiled at Steve as she reached up and unzipped his pants.

Steve helped Elizabeth get his pants and boxer briefs down. She took his now erect cock in her hand and stroked it a few times before lowering her mouth on his cock.

Steve looked down at his wife's head. Sucking cock was never her favorite thing. She did it during foreplay, but rarely as the sole sex act for the night. He could count on one hand the times he actually came in her mouth, but here she was giving him an early evening blow job just as he had wished. He closed his eyes and leaned back and enjoyed the moment.

Several minutes later, he shot his load into Elizabeth's mouth. She swallowed his cum, and licked her lips. She pulled back. "Feeling better?"

"Much better," said Steve. "Thanks, honey. I love you!"

"Love you too!" Elizabeth stood up, kissed Steve on the cheek and left.

Steve stood up and re-did his pants. He tossed the rock a few times in his hand and smiled.