“Oh?” I c****d my head to the side, my smile dancing as I stared at her. “And what would have been the best way?”
She drew in a breath before she answered. “You were supposed to talk me through it. You know, breathing…”
Yes, yes, breathing.
Except that wasn’t what played in my mind when she said that.
My mind, a dirty boy, played scenes of my c**k either in her mouth or her p***y. I inhaled sharply at the thought, he was starting to come alive. This was no place for me to have a hard on.
The thoughts continued. I would have my c**k choking her or even driving into her as she forgets to breathe and I’d have to remind her, talk her through it like she said.
My smile changed then, Duly noted, wife.
I snapped out of it when it started to feel a little too tight in my pants and I focused
