Well... it was fun in your dream, right? So...

You put both your hands to the sides and press your soft breasts together, closing around Dave's hot and pulsating dick. It feels... funny. Interesting. And strangely arousing. The look on his face is priceless, though. You have never done this before. (Well, to be fair, he never asked.)

"Come, darling, fuck my... boobs", you whisper. You almost wanted to say "titties", but that would have sounded way too ridiculous. You are _not _a stupid bimbo wife, after all. Dave moans, and closes his eyes, as the head of his penis is sliding up and down. You realize that your breasts are actually too small for a real tit fuck. They only close around his erection if you really, really press them together. Wouldn't it be nice to have, like really, really big boobs?

Wait.

Did you really just think that? You push that thought away. How silly. Dave is still humping and groaning. You wonder if he wants to go all the way, and suddenly like the idea, which is just as strange as anything else that has happened today. Making love for the two of you _always _included, well, making love. Everything else is foreplay. A woman has her needs as well, right? You have a right for your own climax. That's what sex is about. First, you come, and then your husband. The days of making out with silly teenage boys who come too early are long past.

But tonight, you somehow feel different. How about just making Dave cum. Wouldn't that be hot, to actually watch him shoot his load?

Dave looks at you full of passion and lust and then suddenly remembers the usual routine. He stops and wants to climb down. You reach for him and place a hand on his leg.

"Stay!", you whisper.

He looks at you incredulous.

"Let me make you cum!", you add, still whispering.

For a moment, he hesitates, as if he's wondering if this is all some kind of trick. Then he continues to hump your boobs, covering them in pre-cum, moaning and groaning like an animal. You are surprised to see your husband so passionate, squeeze your breasts together once more, and get carried away. Your thumbs carress his gland, your tongue wets your lips, and you hear yourself saying: "Come, cover me in cum!"

Dave gargles and groans and you feel his dick splurting hot fountains of sticky goo an your collarbone, on your neck, and even on your chin. The sensation is so hot that you almost even climax yourself. But that's not possible, right?

Afterwards, Dave lies next to you, falling asleep quickly, mumbling sleepy "You are incredible, darling".

You gleam with pride.