Weeknights: Tuesday

"Hey honey, I'm home," I call out as I step through the garage door into the mud room behind the kitchen. Before I can even start my usual routine of putting things away, I see Eliza on her knees directly in front of me, just out of range of the still-opening door's swing. She's got her hair styled for a night out and face adorned in perfectly applied makeup, solid black eyeliner and dark eyeshadow. Her pale breasts are trapped in her best black lace push-up bra, the taunt straps running towards her neck in racerback configuration. To my utter surprise she's wearing an actual pair of panties, more black lace accenting the toned flat stomach above, but there's a oddly placed bulge of bright purple color underneath. Actual panties. The rarely seen fetish gear stuns me momentarily - and sends my usual coming-home boner into vein-bulging overdrive. But then I see the black dancer kneepads she's wearing and my system floods with adrenaline.

One hand shoots out and grabs my belt and I'm yanked forward as she slams the door behind me with her other hand. Two seconds later, my pants are undone and around my ankles. Three seconds after that she's torn off both my shoes so I can kick the pants free. She reaches into her bra and tosses me a small plastic rectangle she's been hiding there. I look down at the strange object in my hands and eventually realize that it's a simple remote with just up and down arrows. In my distraction, I'm totally unprepared for her attack. Her mouth comes at me like a hungry wolf and my cock is in her esophagus practically before I know she's moving. Waves of sensation strong enough to momentarily buckle my knees pass through me as she manipulates my cockhead with her throat muscles.

As I reflexively reach for her head I realize I'm still holding the little remote. With an effort, I focus and hit the up button several times. Eliza immediately screams onto my cock, the vibrations of her shriek channeled directly up my urethra. She pulls her head back, moving my glans into contact with her whipping tongue. Her hand wraps around my spit-covered shaft and starts pumping me into her mouth while she's wrings her lips around my prick's head with corkscrewing motions. A full-body tingle starts in my extremities, almost paralyzing me. Feeling an instinctive urge to fight back against such aggression, I hit the up button twice more.

Eliza's pumping hand seizes on my cock with a **** grip so hard I think my cockhead is going to burst. Loosing her mouth from the end of my member, she lets out a moan that rattles the window glass and sets a neighbor's dog barking next door. She recovers quickly, though, slamming her head forward and starting a vigorous throat fucking. Drool rolls down her chin and she catches it with her now-idle pumping hand. With a deft motion she gets her index finger coated in spit and slides it into my ass. When her fingertip hits my prostate every part of my body spasms. I seize my arm around her head, locking myself down her throat. My other hand clenches on the little remote, thumb jammed against the up button. Another dick-tinging scream builds trapped in Eliza's blocked throat adding to my sensation as I pour my hot cum directly into her stomach for what feels like an hour.

Relaxation making me go suddenly weak, I slump to the floor in front of my wife. She's resting comfortably on her black kneepads with an ecstatic white smile contrasting her dark black eye makeup. "What did you think?" she says as she removes a large purple remote-controlled vibrator from her black panties, "I'm calling it 'The Black Widow'".