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"Will you be a dear and clean the kitchen tonight?" I

asked my husband, who was sitting in his recliner

watching television.

"Come on honey, I'm watching something right now."

Bryan said, pointing the remote around me and at the

TV as if he could somehow zap me and make me move as

easily as he could change the channel.

I looked back and saw that hateful little planet at

the edge of the T.V. screen. Just great, the fucking

sci-fi channel. He would be sitting in his chair all

night. I knew that in order to get him up, I was

going to have to bring out the big guns.

I gave him my sexiest smile, straddled him, and ground

seductively against him. "I'll make it worth your

while," I whispered in his ear.

I could feel him responding beneath me and he leaned

up to kiss me, but I pulled back. "But first the

dishes," I said, giving him a quick peck on the lips

and hopping off his lap.

Bryan threw a pillow at me, hitting me in the rear.

"Tease," he called after me, but he quickly got up and

went to the kitchen.

I followed, watching him while he worked. He looked

cute washing dishes in his boxers. I trailed a finger

down to my sex. I was as hot and wet as the

dishwater.

I went to the bedroom to wait for him to finish, but,

I was too hot to wait. I got up, opened my goody

drawer and removed a vibe to keep me occupied until he

returned. However, my attention fell to the strap-on

at the bottom of the drawer.

I had always wondered what it would be like to be the

penetrator instead of the penetratee, if you know what

I mean. I had always been curious, but never had the

courage to talk to Bryan about it.

Actually, I brought it up as a joke once, but Bryan

just laughed said, "You're not coming near me with

that thing." Ever since, I had been too hesitant to

pursue it further.

Stripping off my panties and tank top, I attached the

latex cock to my crotch. I walked to the full length

mirror and looked at my reflection. I wrapped my fist

around the shiny black cock and posed, propping my leg

up on the chair. Damn, I looked powerful! Authority

and strength radiated from my body. Then my thoughts

turned to my husband diligently washing dishes in the

kitchen. It's now or never, I thought, and tip-toed

silently to the kitchen.

Bryan's back was still turned, while he was drying the

dishes and placing them in the cabinet like a good

little husband. I snuck up behind him and reached

into his boxers, firmly grasping his cock.

He jumped. "Jesus Christ! Shit, you scared me!" he

said. "Don't sneak up on me like that when I've got

plates in my hand."

I stroked his cock, until it grew stiff in my hand.

"What was that sweetie?"

"Nothing," he groaned. He tried to turn around, but I

pulled his cock up and away, making him stand on his

tip-toes leaning over the counter.

"Don't turn around."

"Ouch, ease up - you're hurting me Debbie." He tried

to grab my wrist, but I only pulled harder.

"I'll pull it off." I threatened. His hand moved away

and I slacked off on the pressure. My free hand

traveled down to his ass, massaging his cheeks

possessively. "Now, who's in charge?" I asked, while

my finger pressed between his cheeks against his

tightly clenched ass to emphasize my point. "Hmmm?"

"Come on honey, let's go to bed. I don't like this

game," he whined.

He was getting ornery again. I don't know what

possessed me, but I opened the drawer and pulled out a

small knife. He immediately froze as soon as he saw

it in my hand. I traced the sharp of the blade up and

down his spine. "What did I say about turning

around?"

He hesitated. I heard him gulp. "You said not to."

"That's right." I squeezed his cock. It was harder

now than ever. He might try to pretend, but I knew he

liked it. "Now . . . tell me who's in charge."

"You are." I felt his body tremble against mine.

"That's right." I placed the blade beneath his

underwear. "Now, let me see this body you've been

teasing me with." I cut at his boxers with the knife.

Well, more like I hacked at them. The boxers proved

to be a formidable opponent, but I couldn't let myself

defeated by mere cotton and elastic.

I yanked them down his legs. They were trembling with

his fear.

"Please, Deb. . . I don't like this."

His cock pulsed in my hand. "Liar." I kissed his

neck and moved my hand from his cock to his nipple,

pinching it lightly. My kiss turned stronger until I was sucking at his

neck as hard as I could. I nipped his skin with my teeth and tightened my fingers on his

nipple. My bite extracted a mewling moan from his throat.

"Tell me the truth, bitch. You like this don't you?"

I whispered in his ear and then tongued it.

"Ugh . . . yes," he gasped.

"And I'm not Deb. I'm a burglar, who broke into the

house. Your wife is asleep in bed." I poked him with

the knife blade. "You got that?"

"Yes . . .I got it," he said.

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"Good. Reach over there and get that bottle of Joy.

Come on. Hurry up, before you make me angry!" He was

shaking and so unsure of himself. I stroked him as he

reached for the bottle of Joy.

"You can do it baby. Go on. Now, pour some of it

into your hand. Keep going, pour a whole handful.

That's good. Now, give me your hand." I guided his

hand back, careful not to spill the detergent and

placed it over my cock. He jumped when he discovered

my surprise and tried to pull away, but I held him

fast.

"Please, don't," he said, while I guided his hand up

and down my cock.

"Did you know that I've been watching you from the

window every night? Did you enjoy teasing me? Washing

dishes in your naughty underwear? Showing your body

off slut? Did you think you could get away with

that?" I brought his hand up behind his back, forcing

him to bend over the counter.

I was getting into my new role more and more. I had

never felt so strong before. So powerful! And I

hadn't even taken him yet.

As I placed the head of the cock against his ass, I

felt the moisture gushing from my sex like a fountain.

Bryan groaned when I pushed forward. The cheeks of his

ass clenched tightly, but it was no use, I only

pressed harder until the head slipped in.

"Ow, ow god." He struggled to get away. "I'm sorry

honey. Please, I can't <sniff> do this."

I pushed his arm up further. "I'm not your honey

bitch. Do you think you can just tease me like this

and then toss me away? Besides, I know what a slut

like you wants."

"Come on, just relax. It will only hurt if you try to

fight it." I took him with short tiny strokes, ever

so slowly moving deeper and deeper into his ass.

I could feel the resistance fading with every stroke.

Was it my imagination or was he pushing back against

me? No it wasn't my imagination.

"That's it bitch. Didn't I say I knew what a slut

like you wanted? That's it slut, just relax and give

it up to me."

He grunted every time I bottomed out. I slammed into

him harder. My thighs were slapping loudly as they

collided with his on every stroke. "Don't I know what

you want? Don't I, bitch?"

"Ugh - yes," he admitted. He was mine now and we both

knew it.

My pussy quaked. I was getting ready to cum, but I

still wanted a little more.

"Come on slut. Pick your leg up and put it on the

counter. That's good. Pull your knee to your face,

but don't you dare look at me. If you look at me, I'm

going to have to kill you bitch, cause I'm not going

to jail."

My cock was covered in foamy bubbles from the

detergent. "Ah-ah-ah-I'm cumming," I cried. "Oh

God, you're making me cum, you hot little bitch."

My strokes slowed as my orgasm waned. I felt

something on my hip. I looked down in surprise at my

husband's hand.

"Please," he begged. "I'm so close."

I slowly pulled out, marveling as his reddened pucker

opened and closed before my eyes.

"Not much of a tease now, are you? Tell me bitch.

Tell me what you want. Do you want to be the fucker

or do you want to be the fuckee?"

He tried to pull me into him, but I wanted him to say

it. To tell me what I wanted to hear. "Tell me."

He trembled to my touch. "I-I want to . . . be the

fuckee. Please," he groaned.

I looked at him there with his eyes closed, his body

in such a vulnerable position on the counter, and slid

into him with long hard stroke knowing he was mine.

I wondered what was going through his mind. Was he

imagining it was me fucking him or someone else? It

didn't really matter. I was there and I was fucking

him.

I dropped the knife and grabbed him by the hair. I

pulled him back into me. "Tell me what you want.

Tell me bitch!"

"Fuck me - ugh- oh God fuck me!" he moaned.

"Fuck you where, whore?" I demanded, as I slapped his

ass hard enough for the neighbors to hear.

"Fuck-my-ass-"

I slapped him hard on the ass. "Louder bitch! I

didn't hear you."

"Ugh-Fuck-my-ass-ahh-fuck-my-ass!"

"That's it bitch. Tell the world what a slut you

are." His body glistened as he squirmed from the

pleasure. His leg knocked a cup down on the floor.

It wasn't going to be long now.

I grabbed his swollen cock and pumped it. "You're

cumming bitch, I can feel it. You better scream for

me whore. Scream out loud!"

"I'm cumming," he cried in a long soul piercing wail.

I jerked his cock as he spurted, covering the counter

with his copious discharge. After he came down from

his climax, I gently pulled out of him.

"You were the best fuck ever, my little tease." I

licked his semen from my fingers. "When you get

cleaned up, your wife will be in bed waiting for the

most gorgeous hunk of husband in the world to fuck her

brains out."

I clutched his panting body close to mine and kissed

his back. It tasted of salty sweat. "I love you," I

whispered and then went to wait for him in bed.