1. For his pleasure, she cums (Part 3)


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: TimeKeeper, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    For his pleasure, she cums (Part 3) Sunday Morning "For what it's worth, it's a really shitty idea!", he exclaims over the phone, "But ok, fine let's see what good we can get out of it. I'm not happy with the way they're doing it though..." His company have been having problems with a piece of technology they had in production for months, and after a software update by the vendor there were random crashes, misbehaving functionality and a general crappy experience for the company's clients. For more than a week they've been fighting with the software vendor to get it resolved, when finally they decided to... "... if you think it'll help me going there and holding their hands, then so be it. Did she book our flights already?". A small pause tells his wife he's waiting for an answer, and she checks the time: it's 04:45 in the morning, he's probably worked through the night. Giving a small sigh she decides to go make him a cup of strong coffee for when he gets off the phone. "Ok, after packing I'm going to get a few hours sleep and then head to the airport. Catch you there at around 2?"... another pause... "Ok great. Catch you later." By now she's put her satin - very thin satin at that - night gown on. As he checks if he has any more messages, he's slightly startled as she hugs him from behind, putting her chest and head against his back. She can feel the tension in his demeanor, but at the same time love the fact that her touch has a calming effect on him, and she feels how his ...
    rigid muscles relax letting her in, giving her permission to sink into his flesh. "Hey Love", he greets her in a soft voice, "Sorry for waking you. It's just..." "Shhhh, don't worry." She tightens her hug slightly. "Do you need to go to Germany?". They spoke about the possibility that he may be asked to go hold their hands as he put it, so it didn't come as a surprise to her. "Yeah, the idiots aren't listening to what we're saying to them over the phone and emails, so we think it may be better if one of us go there physically to give them the incentive they need to make the changes we asked for - it's tough ignoring somebody breathing down your neck." Moving to his front, her gown catches on his arm hairs - causing it to pull open slightly, creating a wonderful low... very low... V-cut all the way down her belly button. As she steps in front of him she instinctively moves her hands to close it up again, but he takes hold of her one wrist, stopping her. "Don't", he requests... pleads... softly. Realizing he's made a mistake, giving her orders while they're busy playing a few days of domination and submission, he opens his mouth to correct his mistake by apologizing. This time, it's she who cuts him off before the first word could exit his mouth, by putting her free hand's index finger on his lips: "Oh dear... Dear!" Knowing he needs, and will welcome the distraction from his work problems, she continues on, opting to follow a harsher course of action than he probably deserve, ...
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