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A dominant wife tells her husband she needs more from him.
I suspect that she'd reached that point where she wanted me to stop but was afraid to say so in case I did.
I stopped massaging her mound, letting my mouth play with her breasts once more. It wasn't long before I could feel some pressure against my hand as she pushed her groin more firmly against me, silently suggesting that I was neglecting my duties. I started back up with the massage.
A funny sound escaped her when a couple of fingers slipped between her lips and started exploring inside. I paused what I was doing for a moment.
"Sorry, did you say something?" I asked.
Her face was flushed and her eyes opened wide. She kept her mouth shut and just gave a quick shake of the head. My fingers started moving again.
"If you think I'm going too far just say so," I said softly, hand creeping towards a point that was going to flatten her.
I reached that point, just a shade to close to her clitoris, and she gave a small shriek.
"Ah, don't do this, I take it," I said, touching the same spot again, getting another shriek and a rapidly shaken head.
"Maybe this will be better," I said.
I tilted her so her back was flat on the couch, spreading her legs wide. Head down my tongue took over from what my fingers had started. She gave another shocked scream, her fingers tangling in my hair, but didn't try to stop me. I deliberately set out to give her a climax, my tongue working over-time. She was already hot and aroused. I didn't think it was going to take long.
A couple of minutes later, after my tongue probed her clitoris once too often she screamed, loudly, her whole body shaking as she climaxed. I lifted my head and sat up, unzipping while I did so. As she relaxed down from her climax I eased her back into a sitting position, capturing her hand and wrapping it around my cock. Her hand clutched it spasmodically, holding tightly to it.
"Just get a general feel for it," I told her. "It's not going anywhere so you don't need to choke it into submission."
She giggled and turned her attention to exploring me, her fingers dancing over my cock in sweet torture.
After she'd played for a short while it seemed to register just what she was playing with and what I might want to do with it. Her playing slowed and stopped, and she just sat there, hand wrapped around me.
"You know what I want to do now, don't you," I murmured and she nodded hesitantly.
"And are you going to let me?"
She nodded again, slower and even more hesitantly.
"What a pity I said you could have a chance to think that decision over," I mourned. "If you're of the same opinion tomorrow night, come around and see me and we'll see about giving you your next lesson."
Now she was indignantly relieved.
"You're not going to do it now?"
I shook my head.
"It wouldn't be fair," I said with a rueful smile. "It's not because I don't want you because you can plainly see I do, but I started this with the promise I wasn't going to go that far. But I will point out that this is the only time you will get such a reprieve from me."
With that I extracted my little friend from her grasp, flipped her across my knee and dropped a quick spank onto her bottom.
"Up and dressed, little Megan, before I decide you're big Megan and forget my promises. Move it."
I suspect she could tell from my tone of voice how close she was to lying on her back, feet in the air, squealing as I descended into her. She scrambled into her clothes a lot faster than she'd shed them. For all her haste, she was facing me as she got dressed, making sure that I saw what I was missing out on.
I escorted her as far as the front gate.
"Run on home," I told her. "I'll watch from here until you're there. You might like to drop a word to Denise about what happened and let her know that I'll probably have a rude word or two to say to her."
She giggled and went skipping off down the street, turning to give me a wave when she reached her place.
When I got up the next morning I made a mental note to drop in and have a few words with Denise.