Finally Awake

I never understood all the snickers and dirty looks from other girls when they see how I treat my husband, and how he treats me. I am his, and he is mine. I'm there to look good for him, to keep his stomach full and his balls empty. Speaking of, I think it's time for his morning wake up call.

As I slink under the covers and fish out his cock, it's almost hard to tell if I enjoy waking him up with blowjobs more than he enjoys being woken up by them. The satisfaction of knowing he gets to wake up in the best way possible, kickstarting his day as the breadwinner. And the fact that I get my breakfast in bed so to speak makes me enjoy it all that much more. After he bursts in my mouth and I swallow it all like a good girl for him, he gives me a demeaning little pat on the head and tells me to go cook him breakfast.

I would have done so anyways of course, afterall it's my place as his wife to cook and clean and be ready for him to use whenever he wants. Part of me feels a little weird at thinking that, but I know deep down it's always been the truth... Right? This nagging feeling quickly fades as he smacks my ass when he walks by, a short but strong reminder of what I am to him.

Once he leaves for work, I put my butt plug and remote vibrator in like he expects of me (afterall, a good girl should be wet and ready no matter the situation), and begin doing a deep clean of the house. The feeling of being so full while the vibrations tease me relentlessly is almost ****, but since women are unable to reach orgasm without their man's permission (that... yeah everyone knows that), I don't have to worry about going too far.

After I have the house clean and dinner on the go, I get myself all dolled up for my husband's return. Subtle but alluring makeup, tight dress with no bra to show off my ample tits and ass that I work so hard to keep just the way he likes. "A girl's gotta look good for her man" I quietly tell myself as I put the finishing touches on my makeup.

My heart skips a beat when he finally walks through the front door, quickly rushing to take his jacket and briefcase from him, before he pulls me in for a big kiss as his free hand starts groping my slutty little ass a bit. Once the kiss breaks off he walks straight past me to sit at the dinner table, as I grab him a beer from the fridge and a plate of the delicious meal I prepared for him.

We finish dinner in almost complete silence ("girls should be seen, not heard" pops into my mind for some reason), and then he leads me into the bedroom, my thong already soaked through from the day's teasing. I eagerly strip out of my dress, as he does his suit. The sheer anticipation of this moment makes my knees buckle as it does every day.

Time seems to almost blur together as the ecstacy of each touch quickly begins to turn my mind to mush as I become overrun by the pleasure. Only once I've gotten him off in as many ways as he sees fit do I hear those three little words whispered in my ear. "CUM FOR ME"

Wave after wave of pleasure wracks my body, euphoria overtaking all of my senses. This pure physical bliss seems to keep going for what feels like hours, though surely can't be more than a few seconds. As it finally starts to cease, I feel the ever increasing feeling of exhaustion and weariness overtake me, finally putting an end to my lovely day as I fall into a quick slumber.