Becca Bellamy
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You Live to Make Her Day Better
🕑 Added 2021-09-06 05:19:35 +0000 UTCSometimes, you forget that she’s in charge. You forget that your marriage is run on her terms, that what she wants is the only thing that matters.
Sometimes you get lost in your needs. You act selfishly, not out of malice, but simply because you’ve forgotten who’s in charge in your marriage. Thankfully, it’s simple to remind you who’s in charge.
When you neglect to get up and pour her a cup of coffee when she comes into the kitchen, she knows you’re being selfish. She pours the coffee herself. You look up. You know you were lost in your phone. You feel bad.
She smiles and approaches the table. She sips her coffee. You look up at her.
“Can I make you breakfast?” you ask.
“Shhh,” she says. “You’ll make me breakfast. Just like you always do. But first, you know what would make my morning even better? If you got on your knees and worshiped my pussy like a good little bitch. So what the fuck are you waiting for?”
You slip out of your chair and fall to your knees. Your wife leans against the table. You unbutton that white shirt she’s wearing – your shirt, actually – and pull aside the lace panties that cover her perfect pussy.
She sips her coffee as you press your face between her legs. She smiles and says, “Good boy,” as you lick her pussy. She sips her coffee again. You worship her pussy as you know she likes. The movement of your tongue is rhythmic. You apply gentle pressure.
Eventually, she moans. You’re making her feel good. You’re giving her what she wants.
“Would you like to make me cum?” she asks.
“Yes, please,” you say. You love making her cum. You crave it. Plus, the more often you make her cum, the more often she lets you cum.
“It’s too bad my coffee wasn’t ready when I got up,” she says. “It’s too bad you were too caught up in your phone to tend to my needs. Otherwise I would have let you make me cum.”
“I’m sorry,” you say.
She reaches down and caresses your face. “It’s okay,” she says before slowly spinning around and bending over. “I’d like you to worship my ass while I masturbate.”
You press your face between her ass cheeks without hesitation. You worship her asshole while she plays with her clit. You like worshiping her ass, but it’s not the same as licking her pussy. It doesn’t taste as good. It isn’t anywhere near as much fun. Most of all, you don’t get to make her cum, and you love making her cum.
It doesn’t take her long to cum. Her moans reverberate around the kitchen as your tongue dances over her asshole. She stands, turns around, and sips her coffee once more.
“Thank you for letting me worship your ass,” you say. It feels good to thank her for such a thing, as does the smile that stretches across her face as she hears you say it.
“You’re welcome,” she says. “Now make me breakfast.”
You stand and head for the refrigerator. You’re determined to make the perfect breakfast and get back in her good graces. You want her to think good things about you all day so there’s a chance she’ll welcome you between her legs before you fall asleep tonight.
