Slut-boy’s Reward
It’s eight-thirty at night, and my husband is just finishing up in the shower when I quietly enter the bathroom to join him. I slide open the steam-clouded door and step into big glass cubicle. Surprised he turns around. Seeing me standing there naked except for my favorite strap-on p***s, a strange mix of emotions crosses his face. Astonishment, eagerness and uneasiness compete for primacy, while right away his own p***s begins to twitch. Of course he almost never gets to see my saucy little t**s, much less the rest of my body. But that big c**k affixed to my crotch can only mean one thing, and he knows it.
“Are…are we finally going to make love, Mistress?” he stammers.
“Yes,” I simply reply, confident as ever in my loving authority.
“R-really?”
“Yes, Slut-boy. You’
