She pins me.

She mounts my face, while pinning down my shoulders with her legs. She slowly leans forward, gliding her glistening globes across my six-pack. She licks her lips hungrily, then the head of my cock, letting it ease deeper into her mouth. She deliberately heaves my legs up and underneath her arms, rolling me up for a pin, my pulsing dick still in her mouth. She sucks a bit longer, grinding on my face. Then freeing up her mouth, she begins the inevitable count.

"One... Two... Three!"

She releases my legs and spins around to sit on my stomach. She kisses me repeatedly, occasionally licking my face like a feral beast, and slides her vaginal lips over my cock, engulfing it. She glides up and down, moaning louder and louder until the final convulsions of orgasm.

Maybe I went a little too easy on her, but she really enjoys winning, and a happy wife knows how to make me happy.

"You look sad about losing," she coos in my ear between licking it. "How about a rematch?"

"I might need an hour or so." I flex my sore legs. "Make that two."

She laughs, and proceeds to go down on me ever-so-gently.

"In the meantime, let me tend to you where it hurts most..."