Chapter 1: The Tempting Send-Off
Shelby woke to the golden haze of morning light filtering through the bedroom curtains, his body already betraying the lazy day ahead. His wife, Keri, was already up, her sharp eyes catching the impressive tent under the sheets as she adjusted her blazer in the mirror. A sly grin curled her lips, and she turned, her gaze locking onto his obvious arousal.
'Damn, Shelby, that morning wood looks like it could hammer nails,' she teased, sauntering over to the bed with a confident sway. She perched on the edge, her fingers trailing lightly over the sheet, just enough to make him twitch. 'I’ve got a full day at the office, but you? You’ve got a job to do right here.'
Shelby groaned, half-laughing as he propped himself up on his elbows. 'And what job is that, boss lady?'
Keri’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. 'I want you to stay home and take care of that big, hard cock of yours. It’s been too damn long since we’ve fucked, and I can’t have you walking around all pent up. Stroke it out, babe. A couple times, at least. Make it messy.' Her voice dropped to a sultry purr, and Shelby felt his pulse quicken.
'You’re a cruel woman, leaving me like this,' he shot back, his voice rough with want. 'What if I can’t handle the assignment without supervision?'
Keri laughed, a sharp, wicked sound, as she stood and smoothed her skirt. 'Oh, I trust you to get the job done. Text me after each round. I want details. Every. Single. Drop.' She winked, grabbing her purse. 'Don’t disappoint me, Shelby. I’ll be thinking about you all day.'
The door clicked shut behind her, and Shelby fell back against the pillows, his mind racing with her words. His cock throbbed under the sheets, demanding attention, and he knew he wasn’t going to resist. Not with Keri’s challenge ringing in his ears. He kicked off the covers, his hand already wrapping around his thick, hard length, a low growl escaping his lips as he pictured her smirk.
The first session was slow, deliberate, his grip tight as he worked himself up, imagining Keri’s sharp tongue egging him on. 'Come on, babe, let it out,' he could almost hear her say. His breath hitched, sweat beading on his forehead as he neared the edge. When he finally came, it was a torrent, thick ropes of cum spilling over his hand and onto his stomach, more than he’d expected. Panting, he grabbed his phone, snapping a quick text to Keri: *First round done. Fucking mess everywhere. Thanks for the inspiration.*
Her reply came fast: *Good boy. But I know you’ve got more. Don’t hold back.*
Shelby grinned, already feeling the stir of arousal again. Round two wasn’t far off, and he knew it’d be even bigger. By 1 p.m., he’d be spent, napping off the morning’s indulgence—until Keri would come home, her own hunger ready to ignite an explosive third round. He could already imagine her hand on him, her voice dripping with command, and his body was more than ready to obey.
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