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"Wake up darlin..." Clyde said. Cool as a cucumber, he walked to the chair in the corner of the bedroom and sat in it. "You okay, sweetie?" you asked, genuinely concerned. And oblivious. He just stared at you with those dark eyes of his. "It was a full house at the bar tonight," he said. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. "That's good, honey..." "It's good for business. But you wanna know what makes a night like that bad?" he asked. You leaned against the headboard and lifted your knees up to rest your arms and chin on them. "What?" "When your wife sends you sexy photos and gets your dick all hard. An' you can't do nothin' 'bout it." You blushed. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Was that okay? Did you prefer I'd not do that?" "No, I didn't mind. But you're gonna have to pay for it." Your heart was pounding now. Your pussy clenched around nothing. "I am?" "C'mere," he said. You swallowed and rose from the bed wearing his Bob Seger T-shirt--your hair up in a pineapple. He looked you over as you walked toward him and stopped inches away. "Undo my pants for me, darlin," he said. You dropped to your knees and unzipped his jeans. Then, you fished out his dick--it sprung out at you--long and thick--causing your pussy to tighten again. You bit your lip and looked at Clyde--his dark eyes narrowed and staring straight at you. "Whatcha wanna do with it?" he asked. Your nipples hardened and chills went down your spine. You'd never seen Clyde act like this--and you bookmarked this in your mind. "Everything, baby..." you said. You grabbed his shaft and stuck your tongue out over the head, but Clyde gently grabbed your chin with his right hand. "You wanna suck it?" he asked. You nodded. "Yes." "Beg for permission..." Your jaw dropped and he rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb. "Beg me to let you suck my dick," he repeated. Boy, you were not used to this at all. "Can I suck your dick?" you whimpered. "Hmm?" he asked, daringly. His hand slid down to your arm and rubbed it. "Can I suck your dick, please?"    "Why do you wanna suck my dick?" His hand slid up to your neck and he rubbed the side of it--his fingers lightly touching your ear lobe. "Because I want to make you feel good, baby..." Clyde grunted--his hips lifted slightly. You bit your lip to hide a satisfied grin. "Make me feel good, baby girl." Clyde removed his hand and you licked a stripe up the shaft of his pulsing dick. Then, you wiggled your tongue over and around the head, curled your lips over your teeth, and sucked the head into your mouth. You didn't look up, but you knew he'd thrown his head back. You made a sloppy mess of your hands and his lap, and eventually, both of his hands made their way to your smoothed down tresses--flesh and hard plastic pressed into your scalp, and you moaned at his aggressiveness. You pulled your lips away for a break and stroked his dick. "Are you gonna cum in my mouth?" you asked, staring at him with a smirk. "No," he said, gently grabbing your wrist. "Get on the bed." You stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, and watched Clyde kick off his shoes. He rose from the chair and stood over you, tugging at the top band of his jeans.    "Open your legs." You obeyed and spread your bare legs--revealing an also bare crotch. Cool air hit your throbbing clit, and you reached down to rub it. "Mmph, mmm..." he said shaking his head and pulling his jeans off. "You're not allowed ta touch yourself." You whined and dropped your hand to your side. Clyde got down on his knees in front of you and examined your pussy. "Were you touchin' yourself when I was at work?" he asked. You bit your bottom lip and stared up at the ceiling. He gripped your thighs--pressing his fingers into the flesh. "Huh?" "Yeah..." you confessed.    "Hmph," he grunted. Then, he released your thighs. "Clyde, can you please just fuck me?" you pleaded. "No.” He rubbed your thighs softly. "Show me what you did to yourself while you were waitin' for me..." "I...I had a toy..." Clyde stopped rubbing your thighs, then stood up. "Where is it?" "In my top drawer. The left one." Clyde walked over to your dresser, dug through the drawer and spotted the pink rabbit vibrator. He played around with the buttons, causing the phallic section to twirl and shake, and the rabbit ears above it to wiggle.    "You cheatin' on me with this thing?" he asked. "I use it when you leave me all alone for that bar of yours," you answered with a pout. He walked over and kneeled back in front of you. "It ain't me, though. It ain't thick like me," he said. "No, baby, it's not." Without warning, there was a slight intrusion in your warm and sticky hole. You winced and scooted back, but Clyde grabbed hold of your hip and pulled you back to him. Then, he started playing around with the buttons again. The rabbit ears flicked against your clit, and the penis-shaped section of your toy whirled around inside of you. Your breath became staggered and you squirmed all over the place. Then, without removing the toy, Clyde climbed over onto your right side and hovered his torso over your stomach--being careful with his positioning. Next, he did the unthinkable, and turned the rabbit ears up to the highest setting, causing you to release a horror movie scream. "Clyde! Fuck!!!" you shouted. You flailed around as much as you could under the weight of his torso. But he said nothing. He just watched your limbs flap about, and your hips jerk up and down. His dick was erect, throbbing, and dripping with pre-cum. All the blood--and what felt like every other liquid in your body--rushed to your clit, and you gushed all over your toy--screaming to the ceiling. The room was spinning when Clyde finally pulled the toy out, but then, he dropped his head between your legs and sucked on your clit. You shot up and released another horror movie scream. "Clyde, no!" "You want me to stop?" he asked. "Yes, please!" "Beg me to stop." He licked and sucked your sensitive clit. "Please, Clyde! I'm sorry for making your dick hard at work! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop! Please!" Your stomach crinkled and flattened in response to your heaves and staggered breathing. Clyde kissed your clit, your outer labia, and your thigh, then pulled away. You were almost in tears when you flopped back on the bed. You felt a dip in the mattress, and saw Clyde standing in front of you. He stroked his dick, then rested a knee on the bed, and leaned between your legs. "You're so beautiful," he said. You couldn't respond. You just covered your face with your arm and chuckled in disbelief. He hovered over you, putting his weight on his right hand, and kissed you on the lips.    "You want my dick?" he asked. You removed your arm and looked him in the eyes. "Yes..." "And my cum?" "Yes," you repeated with a tired voice and heavy eyes. Clyde pulled away and planted his feet on the floor. You slid close to the edge of the bed and lifted your knees. Clyde rubbed the head of his dick at your entrance then slid inside of you. You held out your hands, and he took them. Then, he pumped in and out of your pussy. Neither of you held back--both of your moans, groans, and grunts echoed throughout the bedroom. Sounds of wetness egged you both on, and suddenly, Clyde squeezed your left hand with his right. "You want it?" he asked. "Yes, baby. Right in me..." you groaned between tight teeth. With a few more strokes, Clyde filled you up with his hot cum, pulled out, then crashed on the left side of your body. You both gasped for air. Your pussy was tired, but your mind was turned on by the feeling of his nut oozing out of you. When you'd gathered some strength, you turned to face your speckled-face husband, moved his hair out of his face, and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'm gonna get my revenge, you know that, right?" He chuckled. "Yeah, I know darlin'.