On a 10+, Brian is naughty and cums

You sit on your husband's face as he lies immobilized in the hospital bed. He's licking you so good, so good.

You look sadly at Brian's wiener. Your man's thing is full and hard for you, but with his leg in a cast, there'll be no bumping and bouncing for quite a while.

You rub your lady parts around his face because you want to finish before Nurse June wakes up or anyone else catches you. You feel that special heat gathering in your core and pause, letting your honeybear find the pearl inside your honeypot.

"Yes, right there honey, don't stop don't stop," you say. You press yourself harder onto his mouth as you climb that holy mountain of joy.

"Mmph-mmph," Brian protests. He cups the cheeks of your behind in his hands and presses up.

You rise up a tad and he takes a deep breath.

"Oh I'm sorry honey," you say. "I'm almost there." You settle back down but not so hard.

Brian licks your honeypot again and you sigh. How wonderful. Too bad you can't sit here all day.

You feel his beard tickle as he tilts his head. His chin presses your honeypot and his tongue slides back down through the lips and touches...

"Oh no, honey, not there, that's nasty!"

Brian is licking hard at your OTHER hole. It tickles you inside but it feels so strange. You have a flash of shame all over. But before you can make him stop, you feel him groan and stiffen under you. He loves it! His hands squeeze tightly on your cheeks and his wiener swells, jumps, and shoots his white stuff all over his belly.

Mark +1 XP when you tell someone to go down and someone cums. (Mistress). 1 XP total.

Brian's head falls back on his pillow, where he has your panties and Nurse June's tucked inside the pillowcase. You carefully get off the hospital bed, feeling -- you don't know what you feel.

"Mary, honey, that was so good," Brian says.

"That was nasty, I don't know," you say. "I'm glad it made you feel good."

"I wanted to do it with you for so long. Can we try it again sometime?" he pleads.

"Maybe. Maybe in the shower," you say. "I hope you're not doing it with those girls on the road."

"No, never, only you," he says.

You take some damp wipes from the little care package you brought to his bedside and clean up the splashes from his belly. "You get better soon and come on home. No kiss goodbye for you, nasty little boy."

You find a pair of hospital socks with grip soles to substitute for your broken 'do-me' shoes. Leaving your other shoe in the trash, you pad out of the room. Behind the privacy curtain, Nurse June is still asleep in the other bed with a dry pair of scrub pants and disposable panties folded up by her copper-haired head.