Burnt-out Night of Passion

Chanel hummed to herself as she cooked dinner. An old pop song from her childhood that used to play all the time. As she stirred the pot she could hear the door open as her husband walked in.

"Mmm baby have I ever told you how good you make the house smell with your cooking?" She was surprised as she felt something poke her behind. Then in a seductive whisper she heard Grant say "I love seeing you in those leggings too. I was thinking about that ass of yours all day." Chanel couldn't help but blush.

Grant's never been this…frisky before. Is that notebook real?

He grabbed her hand leading her to the bedroom. Taking off his pants she saw the thing she desired most. The massive seven and half inch cock. Laying her down he began to kiss her, staring at her lips and making his way down. Just as he was about to kiss her pussy he stopped. Then he placed his mouth against her left nipple and sucked it. Stroking the other nipple Chanel moaned with pleasure enjoying the moment. He made his way back to her thighs kissing them and stopped just as he was about to place his lips on her sex. He let out a few breaths and she could feel the heat of his passion blow on her lips. The teasing Grant was doing only made her more wet with anticipation, driving her crazy.

This is new. Maybe I should use that notebook more often.

“I want you inside me baby.”

Slowly she saw him slide himself enter her love cave. She could feel the satisfactory fullness as he slid his member against her walls. He let out moans as he pumped away. Her mind was beginning to slip away into ecstasy when she heard Grant groan. The tell tale signs of his seed falling out of her could be felt and she felt his cock decrease inside her body. Chanel felt angry, for once she had gotten the sex she desired from him. She was denied an orgasm again because of his premature ejaculating. She stared with seething anger at her husband just thinking about it.

“I’m sorry baby. I guess I got caught up in the excitement and couldn’t contain it. I could eat you out and help you finish.”

That was the last thing she wanted to hear. Getting up she went back to the kitchen to finish making dinner. When Chanel came back some of the food had burned. This only darkened her already sour mood. She grabbed her phone and used the delivery app for dinner instead.

That night as she lay in bed she heard the usual snoring from Grant. Chanel had always hated the way he did that. Her mind went back to the notebook and her sorry session that was “love making”. I want better than this. I’ve been a good wife haven’t I? His snoring broke her chain of thought. Pissed off she grabbed the notebook and pen and wrote down ‘Grant doesn't snore and sleeps quietly’. Like at the store it glowed blue. Several seconds passed, then Grant flipped on his stomach and stopped snoring, only breathing slowly. She looked at him surprised and her mind thought of all the injustices of her situation. Her eyes drifted down to that incredible cock between his legs. He should see how that makes me feel. Using the notebook again Chanel wrote ‘I want Grant to know my feelings and how I feel during sex’. The magical ink in the notebook glowed brightly. She waited for a few minutes anticipating for something to happen, but nothing did. Upset and disappointed by the outcome of her wish she went to bed angry.