The house was tidied up. Dishes put away. Laundry folded. It was 3AM and he was in his place; in their marital bed. He tried to fall asleep but fantasies kept sweeping him away and waking up his little dick. His mind revealed his beautiful wife; wearing the little black dress that she left the house in. He saw her undressing for a man that was not him; exposing her milky skin and clashing black lingerie. Black bra, panties, stockings, heels. He followed the gaze of her drunken eyes as they lusted after the man lying against a stack of pillows on the bed, 6’2”, looking like a world class wrestler with his thick muscles and six pack abs. A stallion of a man with his hands folded behind his head; his cock straining to reach the slut stripping in front of him.

The pathetic husband moaned in frustration as his hand touched hard plastic. Dammit! How quickly he forgot that his little dick was caged. His wife had taken care of that over a year ago. His mind could fantasize and he could hope for an erection but the wife was in ultimate control. She had him right where she wanted him; waiting for her while she was out getting what she needed.

It was another hour before he heard her come in the front door. He waited in the bed as she entered the bedroom; undressing at the foot of the bed. She said, ‘Assume the position.’ He climbed out of the bed and sat on the floor; leaning his back against the box spring and letting his head lean back against the mattress. She slid her panties off and stepped forward. Spreading her legs wide and standing over his face she said, ‘Open your mouth.’ He did. He always did.