One For Every Day


Am I the luckiest woman on the planet or what? I have 
wild sex drive and a playful imagination, and I have a 
devoted, big-dicked husband who will do ANYTHING to 
please me. He's absolutely mad about me and, believe 
me, I make him prove it – every day of the week!

I work hard all week, but I stay energized during my 
busy days just daydreaming about the fun that's waiting 
for me when I get home. My hubby Chris knows I like 
variety and that I have a lot of ways to enjoy myself. 
He knows there's something specific expected of him 
every night of the week when I get home from work.

And if he forgets, or if he gets lazy or neglectful, 
well I still get to have some fun. I call my powerful, 
ex-boxer lover over and ask him to bring his belt. Then 
I watch with glee as my big stud puts Chris over his lap 
and gives him an exciting, bare-bottom spanking. Man, 
can he get that boy's tail shiny red!

But I digress. Those spankings rarely happen. Chris 
always remembers what he's supposed to do to please me.

So here's my week:

Monday is "Jack-It-For-Me Showtime" Night.

When I get home on Monday evening, Chris has to give me 
a fabulous show. I make him jerk off for me! He knows 
he has to be ready when I walk in -- sitting on the 
sofa wearing only his blue bathrobe and nothing else. 
The robe must be open in the front so I can see that 
fabulous big cock of his and watch those wonderful 
balls bounce up and down while he works it for me. My 
instructions are that his prick must be standing up 
straight and marble hard. And he has to stroke it 
slowly and sensuously up and down for my viewing 
pleasure until I tell him to change the pace. He 
usually has the baby oil out on the coffee table 
because he knows I like to see his dick all shiny and 
glistening. Man I love that show! I sit on the ottoman 
and rest my face in my hands and watch with pride and 
pleasure while he jacks it for me -- knowing it's all 
mine. 

Sometimes I make him work it for a whole hour, keeping 
it hard the whole time, making him bounce those 
heavenly balls while I watch, breathlessly. And I say 
"faster... slower... faster!" and he has to obey me, 
keeping the tempo I want him to keep.

When I'm ready for the grand finale, I just say, "Okay, 
shoot for me!" And he does – gallons! If he cums before 
I tell him to, I make him lean over the sofa arm with 
his cute fanny thrust up. I grease up the handle of a 
wooden serving spoon and slide it into his ass. I make 
him stay there in that humiliating position while I 
watch TV or work a crossword, teasing him and laughing 
now and then. Once in a while, I'll nonchalantly reach 
over and give the spoon a playful little twist. 

But that hardly ever happens. I've really taught him to 
control himself.

Tuesday is "Spank-Him-Just-Because" Night.

This is particularly enjoyable if I've had a trying day 
at my job, dealing with jerks and I have frustrations 
to work off.

Every Tuesday when I walk in the door, he has to be 
lying bare-assed over the ottoman with his pants and 
underpants down – not off -- down around his ankles. He 
has to be in that position when I walk in. It always 
makes me laugh no matter how many times I've seen him 
like that. It's funny, but it always gives me a 
thrilling and exciting sense of power to see this 
strong, sexy man "offer" himself to me like that. 

I walk in and say "Okay thrust it up for me." And he 
arches it way up. Then I give him a 20-minute tail-
warming. Mostly I like to use my hand but sometimes I 
use the spatula or my ping-pong paddle if I've had a 
really bad day.

Wednesday is "Kiss my ass hello" Night.

On my way up in the elevator, I'm already starting to 
get hot, just thinking about the exciting attention 
he's going to give me. I slide my panties off and put 
them in my purse (They're always soaking wet from my 
anticipation.)

When I walk in, Chris has to be kneeling at the door, 
clad only in his tight, white undies. I turn my back to 
him, hike up my skirt, push my gorgeous derriere out 
and say those magic words: "Kiss my ass hello, slave."

And with that, he buries his face in there, licking all 
over my cheeks, and up and down the crack, and tonguing 
my asshole. (And he better be enthusiastic about it!). 
I walk casually around the house putting things away, 
or taking clothes out of the dryer, whatever. And he 
has to follow me around on his knees, keeping his face 
in my trim little behind the whole time.

Sometimes, I actually cum two or three times while he 
does it.

Thursday is "Bring the Gals Home" Night.

I have a reputation at work as a sex goddess whose man 
knows he better please her. I often bring one or two of 
the women I work with home just to make them jealous. 
They're delighted, turned on and fascinated by the 
things I make him do to give me pleasure. I make him 
give me head and kiss my ass while they watch. 
Sometimes I spank him bare-assed over my lap and 
sometimes I let them watch him fuck me hard, long and 
passionately. If one of the gals has been especially 
nice to me lately, I give her a little present. Maybe I 
make Chris get her off by rubbing and stimulating her 
clit with his talented fingers until she cums, or maybe 
I let her spank him. It depends on my mood.

Sometimes we play a game called "gusher." I make Chris 
lie nude on his back with his big dick sticking up 
(This always makes me super-proud. The girls' eyes 
nearly pop out of their heads at the sight of it.) Then 
I grease that big thing up with Vaseline and we all 
take turns jacking him. We give him 20 strokes each. 
Then it's the next woman's turn. Whoever makes him 
shoot wins the game. Her reward is she gets to sit on 
his face and ride him until he gets her off.

I love it when there's a new girl at work who doesn't 
believe it when she hears the stories about me. I love 
to bring her home and watch the stunned, excited look 
on her face.

Friday is "Face my Pussy" Night.

Friday is the mirror image of Wednesday. I still slide 
my panties off in the elevator and he still has to meet 
me on his knees at the door. But this time, instead of 
turning my back to him. I face him and make him bury 
his face in my pussy and lap me like a little kitten 
drinking milk out of a dish. I don't move around as 
much on Fridays as I do on Wednesdays because, frankly, 
I get too weak and rubber-kneed to walk. He gives 
excellent head and when he starts tonguing my clit... 
well I pretty much collapse. 

I greedily push him back onto the floor and mount his 
face. I make him give me two or three good thorough 
orgasms -- each in a different place and position 
(lying on the kitchen table on my back with him 
kneeling before me; on my hands and knees on the living 
room rug with him underneath me,lapping my snatch; or 
sometimes I sit on the sofa, legs spread, watching X-
rated DVDs while he licks my soaking wet pussy. I like 
the special touch of not getting naked, but just hiking 
my skirt up and making him get under it.

Saturday is "Date Night" Night.

This is one of the most exciting and satisfying nights 
of the week for me, and the most humiliating and 
embarrassing for Chris. 

I work with some really cute guys. I'm so sexual. I 
often flirt and fantasize with these sexy hunks and 
sometimes -- I can't help it -- I find myself making 
out with one of them in some secluded section of the 
office. The prospect of getting caught adds to the 
excitement. Anyway, usually I'm very hot and so is the 
handsome dude I'm with. After I reach my hand down and 
make sure he's got the goods. (I am a "size queen" and 
if the guy isn't super big, forget it.) 

Anyway I usually tantalize him by asking, "Have you 
ever been waited on hand and foot by a woman's husband 
while you kiss, suck, fondle and fuck her?"

He usually does a double take. But after I give him 
some ideas about what I'll make Chris do for us, we set 
a "date" for Saturday.

Just the other day I made a date with our branch 
manager, Mario. He's a rugged dark-haired Italian guy 
with dreamy brown eyes and a hard muscular body. His 
dick is enormous too, of course, and he's a wonderful 
kisser.

A whole hour before Mario was supposed to be over, I 
made Chris start "getting me ready."

I sat at my makeup mirror with my panties off and filmy 
button-up negligee on, I had Chris kneel before me and 
lick my pussy while I put my make up on. I kept teasing 
him saying, "Get me greased up good and slick. Mario 
has an enormous cock and if I'm not lubed up enough, 
he's going to be very angry and I will be too. If you 
don't get me wet and greasy enough, Mario and I will 
make you suck his huge cock and get it slippery wet so 
it slides in nice and pleasant."

I just kept saying whatever came into my head. And Chris 
really outdid himself getting me worked up. It was so 
thrilling and exciting to know he was so turned on to 
me and that he would put up with it for me.

When he had my cunt sopping wet I tenderly brought his 
face up, opened the front of my nightie and said: "Now 
honey, you know Mario really likes to see my tits 
standing up pert, firm and pretty for him. He likes it 
when my nipples are really diamond hard. And I already 
told him he could spank you if you don't get them 
looking just like he likes them -- and believe me, you 
don't want to go across Mario's lap because, from what 
I can imagine from feeling those strong arms of his 
around me, he's probably a real hard spanker. I must 
admit it would turn me on two watch that. I bet he 
could get your ass stop-sign red for me..."

And Chris sucked and kissed my tits like there was no 
tomorrow. I actually came twice.

By the time Mario came over I was on fire. Mario and I 
hurried into the bedroom, making Chris crawl nude on his 
hands and knees behind us like faithful doggy.

Mario and I started making out. Before long he had me 
nude and was lying on top of me kissing me. I whispered 
in his ear "Let's not waste the opportunity. We have a 
willing slave who will do anything we tell him. Make 
him do something to please us."

So Mario said (in a commanding, sexy voice), "Okay 
slave I want you to kiss the bottoms of your wife's 
feet while I kiss her mouth and breasts. And you better 
do it good."

I shivered with the masculine authority in his voice. 
Chris got right work!

Man! What heaven. I lay there with Mario on top of me, 
his shirt and pants off, only his tight jockeys 
covering "the goods" and felt his wonderful mouth on my 
neck, breasts, face and lips.

And all the while, my "dog" Chris knelt at the foot of 
the bed kissing the soles of my bare feet, tonguing 
between my toes, licking me from my heels all the way 
to my toe tips. I was tingling all over.

Soon, I had Mario's undies off and Chris was amazed to 
see that Mario's dick was at least as big as his was.

Just for fun, I had the two of them sit on the bed side 
by side and play with themselves for me. They were both 
pretty proud of what they were displaying for me. What 
an exciting show!

Then I had them both kneel at the foot of the bed and 
watch me stroke my pussy. I could hear their moans and 
sighs as they watched, shivering with the excitement of 
what they were looking at. 

Then, I let them take turns eating me, lapping my pussy 
like eager little puppies.

When I finally couldn't wait another second, I allowed 
Mario to fuck me. We made Chris stand beside the bed and 
fan us with a huge palm frond while Mario rammed and 
reamed me with that huge cock of his -- rough and 
strong, hurting me just a little but not really bad, 
just enough to remind me of what a rugged man he was 
and how much he wanted me.

It was great.

Sunday is "Anything Can Happen" Night.

On Sundays, Chris never knows what just I'm going to 
make him do to please me. It depends on my whim and my 
mood. But one thing's sure. It's going to be all about 
me and my pleasure.