Rebuilding

Antoine was hunched over the computer, looking stressed. Elizabeth slipped behind him, rubbing his shoulders.

"More spreadsheets?" she asked. He nodded.

"I think if we just cut our losses with the Chophouse ... we'd get back to breakeven on a cash flow basis. But the liquidated damages. Fuck." He sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. Elizabeth rubbed his shoulders. Getting breakeven on cash flow would get her off the pole.

She knew something to take the stress off her husband. She slipped down to her knees, under the table, between his legs.

"What are you doing, baby?" he asked absently. "Oh my." She undid his trousers, pulling out his mostly soft dick, a dick that she'd memorized every inch of. She lapped at the heavy balls, sucking one, then the other.

"Fuck, you suck dick good baby," Antoine said, sinking his hands into his wife's hair. She took his cock into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it wetly. If he could just get back to breakeven ... she could do this for him every day, he thought. Soon, her lips were gliding up and down his full shaft, the best dick she'd ever had ...

"Oh fuck, baby .." Antoine grunted, as his cock unleashed, shooting ropes of seed into her mouth. She knew he was stressed -- prime Antoine would be fucking her half an hour from now.