"You wi-i-innn."You wi-i-innn..." I moaned in the ecstasy of defeat. My wife was very energetic that day; she cleaned the bedroom and did the laundry. I offered to help, but she said, "No. Is reward for keeping your promise when we bought house." Wow. I put my feet up, and felt a little guilty while I watched basketball on the tube. She came upstairs from the basement, and watched me watch the game. I patted the sofa, but she ignored the invitation, continuing to watch me with an undecipherable expression on her pretty face. I watched the game for a little longer before becoming unnerved by her strange demeanor. "Victoria -- MMMFFF!!!" My pending question was killed by her bouncing arrival on my lap. Our mouths met, and her tongue pushed forcefully into my mouth, driven by her head. Victoria's little lust attack had taken me by complete surprise. She rolled over, pulling me on top of her, fumbling to remove my pants. Her crazed efforts were uncoordinated, but they finally paid off, and we made love in front of Marv and Mike. I was a little sore the next day at work. And the day after that. Wednesday, too. My wife had turned into a complete nymphomaniac, constantly demanding sex in many (most?) positions. Some of them taxed my _vampire_ strength and flexibility. It got to the point where I was happy to go to work because it meant I wouldn't be fucking her. The worst part was that Victoria never told me why she was so hot. "I itch inside. Scratch it for me, my darling husband," was the closest thing I ever got to an explanation. She wasn't satisfied with any substitute I would suggest, and she would do something different to get me aroused yet another time. |