teazdndenied: “Baby please?,” Ian asked softly, kneeling down before his wife as he spok
teazdndenied: “Baby please?,” Ian asked softly, kneeling down before his wife as he spoke in an unsteady voice that dripped with need and desperation. “I’m not that busy this afternoon. I could take the afternoon off…. come home early…. or, if you’d rather we could go to the Hyatt….. right now…..” God how Sophia loved when she’d reduced her husband to this level of desperation, this level of need, a longing for her so powerful inside him that without realizing it he was kneeling before her, begging for her attention, her touch. Draping her arm around him comfortingly Sophie murmured, “No honey, it’s a work day…. you have to go back to the office.” She leaned toward him, allowing the soft, delicate scent of her perfume to envelop his senses. Not only had it been eight days since she’d allowed her husband release, but the last several days in particular she had been in a mood. A wicked, taunting, merciless mood…….. Last night her husband’s desperation had made Sophia insatiable, using him for hours for her own pleasure. While she enjoyed seemingly endless orgasms, one after the other, Ian was left to feel the agonizing frustration of being brought to the edge countless times, his swollen, aching erection not once being allowed the mercy of relief. Then, this morning before leaving for the office it had been more of the same. Now, for the last hour Ian had been subjected to Sophia’s own unique twist on ‘oral sex’, though perhaps in this case, ‘verbal sex’ may have been more appropriate. To others who strolled by or enjoyed their lunch at nearby tables it would have appeared the couple was simply enjoying a casual lunch. Unless of course someone took a closer glance at Ian and perhaps noticed the flushing of his cheeks, the beads of perspiration on his face, the trembling of his hands. Throughout lunch, while speaking to him in a soft, husky voice, Sophia had been reducing her already desperate husband to a desperate wreck. She spoke slowly, seductively and with exquisitely descriptive details of how she had brought herself to more orgasms after he’d left for work that morning. And when Ian’s hand was so unsteady the ice cubes clinked and rattled in his glass, she then began to describe to him in excruciatingly wicked detail all of the things she was going to do to him, the pleasures he would enjoy, when it was eventually time for him to enjoy his release. But now, with lunch over, his cock once again aching for release, all Ian could think about were the seeds Sophia had planted so cruelly in his mind. God how this woman drove him mad with desire. He would do anything for her. Including, softly pleading with her to allow him to take the afternoon off… to be with her… to not make him wait hours more for her affection. Instead she spoke softly, sweetly, soothingly to him. “Darling no, not this afternoon….. you have to work….. you have to wait…..” She paused, her soft voice becoming more wicked, “…. but, I don’t have to wait Ian…. I want you to think about me this afternoon….. so warm….. so moist…. ” Sophia chuckled at his soft, pitiful whimper, murmuring, “…. you love it when I cum, don’t you baby?…. my moans…. my scent…. maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll call you later?…. let you listen?…… would you like that baby?” Sophia laughed softly at her husband’s groan, playfully taunting, “That’s all for now, sweetheart….. go, go, go….. back to the office you go, darling.” She smiled at the soft kiss he left on her lips and the unsteadiness in his stride as he made his way back toward his office. Though she was uncertain what the evening would hold for Ian once he returned home she now knew one thing for certain - Day 8 was not going to be the end of her husband’s sweet, exquisite suffering. -- source link