I let out a sigh of relief as I closed the last of the POs the fools at the warehouse had messed up. “Can’t have one fucking day off,” I muttered for about the third time that morning.
I signed out of the terminal and opened my email. Even though I’d thoroughly explained and shown the process to every single person I added to the To address bar, they obviously needed me to draw them a picture.
I seriously considered printing the example PO I was about to annotate and writing the instructions in crayon.
On the third attempt at the first annotation, I was satisfied that it was professional enough. The first two tries had been so condescending that I knew I’d end up in HR the instant I walked back into work.
I took a deep breath, marked off the spot for my next annotation, and tried to maintain that professional tone.
I heard my wife walk into the room as I was typing, and saw her out of the corner of my eye.
“Sorry, babe,” I apologized as I typed.
“Can’t they manage one day without you?”
“Apparently not.”
“You really need to take a break and eat something.”
“I’m almost done, babe.” I glanced at the clock on my laptop. “I tell you what, I’ll take you out for breakfast. It will just be a...”
I trailed off as my wife shoved the computer across the table, away from me.
There was an unmistakable note of warning in her voice when she reiterated, “I said, you need to take a break and eat something.”
That’s when I noticed my wife was naked from the waist down.
She didn’t say another word. She pulled out a chair and used it as a step to climb up on the table. In no time at all, she was kneeling on the edge. I had a second to drink in the sight of her incredible ass and sweet little pussy before she grabbed a handful of hair.
I grunted in amused surprise when she yanked me in.
Needless to say, work was completely forgotten. I curled my fingers around her thighs and dived in. I stabbed my tongue into her pussy and found out just how worked up she was. Her pussy was practically dripping. I wiggled my tongue and gathered up her nectar with a hungry growl.
My wife gasped, shuddered, and tightened her grip on my hair.
I gave her a nice broad lick, and was about to slouch down in the chair so I could get to her clit, but I discovered that she had other ideas. A yank on my hair forced me to sit up straighter instead.
I dutifully swiped my tongue over the pucker of her ass.
She cooed and moaned as I licked her ass, but never relaxed her grip on my hair. I didn’t have the slightest worry, because she was very particular about any sort of backdoor play. She wouldn’t allow it if she wasn’t certain she was perfectly clean – never mind demand it. I moved my hands to her butt cheeks, spread them wide, and pushed my tongue into her ass.
“Oh god yes,” she cried.
Her ass puckered far too tight to really get my tongue in, but I knew the suggestion of it turned her on. I brought every ounce of pressure I could to bear, genuinely trying to penetrate her with more than a fraction of a fraction of the tip, and she rewarded me with a groan. I let up, tickled the tan oval with the tip of my tongue for a second, and then tried to shove it in her again.
I enjoyed the game as much as she did. I only gave her a couple of swipes of my tongue before going in for the stab the next time, but the element of surprise wasn’t enough. I was biding my time for the next attempt by drawing a figure eight over her back door when she suddenly let go of my hair.
She sat down, spun on her butt to face me, and offered me a wicked grin before dragging me back into her pussy by the hair.
I gave her a deep, broad tongued lick, gathering as much of her pussy juice on my tongue as I possibly could. She tasted divine, and I wondered if she’d awakened from a sex dream. That was what usually prompted her to jump me early in the morning, and would certainly explain how wet she was.