My Wife's A Nympho

Wednesday night is my turn to play the role of The Pillow Prince. I love to give rather than receive. If you ever tasted my Boo Thang's perfectly manicured pussy, you would understand.

However, today is my day to be royalty. After a long day visiting corporate accounts, Tessa is a beautiful site for sore eyes of a white collard warrior.

My shower complete. I'm all settled on the bed. Tessa is standing in the doorway. She's literally wearing the shirt off my back.

The wife says she loves my scent of sweat and Obsession cologne from my worn white business shirt.

She dons my shirt, her black push up bra and panties.We picked them out together while visiting Victoria Secret's.

By the way, helping your Boo pick out panties is a natural aphrodisiac.

Black stiletto heels complete her ensemble. Her glistening locks are put up in a bun.

I prefer Travis Scott as my music of choice. Alexa is playing "The Butterfly Effect." It has me in my Big Baller mode.

My Queen is flashing those double dee's and shaking that porn star ass to the beat. She is such a dick tease.

"Honey! Honey!" I yell.

"What's up Baby?"

"Honey, could you go get Susie."

"What!" She yells.

"Alexa, stop playing the music," I say.

The music stops.

"Baby, could you please get Susie."

"Where is she?"

"Check the smoke room."

"Ok, sometimes I think you love her, more than me," Tessa replies and gives an adorable pout.

"Honey, No. You are my boo thang for life."

She giggles.

We are all cuddled up on the bed. Tessa and I are double teaming Susie.

Get your minds out of the gutter. Susie is the hookah we secured while visiting Asheville last summer. She has a double hose.

I've packed my Mistress with a 4 Play & Dirty Blonde combo of coals.

An appropriate pairing considering I'm doing a little fourplay with a dirty blonde.

But I digress.

We are now elevated.

"Alexa, Rediscover Gucci Mane."

The music begins to play my wife's favorite rapper.

"Aww hell yes, that's my jam," Tessa screams.

She attempts to stand.

"Hold on Baby, let me get Susie out the way," I say.

"Move that bitch. There is only room for one bad bitch in your bed."

The next five minutes I watch my sexy wife bump and grind to the beat of her second favorite baller: Gucci.

"Alexa, Prince: The B sides."

Her mood immediately changes. She attempts to give me the come hither finger. However, tonight is my night. The Pillow Prince. I override her finger with a come hither of my own.

She instinctively knows and complies. Tessa is standing over top of me. I'm sitting up on the bed.

As she moves unbuttoning my shirt, I get a whiff of her Tom Ford Velvet Orchid perfume. It's literally nose candy. I want to ravage her.

Tonight, per our rule, hands off. At least my hands. She can do whatever my queen deems necessary to take me to heaven. Tessa has ditched my shirt and lowers her body and is now straddling my lap.

"I love you daddy," she whispers in my ear. She grinds her camel toe against the bulge in my underwear. She licks my neck and chin. My Boo Thang pop's the front of her bra and her gorgeous twins make an appearance.

I never tire of seeing her seemingly always harden nipples standing at attention. My love must see the desperation in my eyes, she pushes them together and feeds my hungry mouth.

My saliva is out of control, I drench the twins and my spit flows down Tessa's tummy. My bad bitch takes both my hands and places them above my head.

"Don't move them," she says.

I comply. She begins licking my nipple and continues to lick under my arm. Kissing and licking; licking and kissing. It's a surreal feeling.

My lover drenches under my arms with her saliva. Mr. Johnson so hard its becoming uncomfortable.

Tessa has some kind of sexual sixth sense. She frees my cock by pulling him out of his prison.

Freedom!!

You know like Mel Gibson's portrayal of William Wallace.

But I digress.

My Bad Bitch begins with soft kisses that sends shockwaves from the depths of my balls to the tip of my dick.

It's as if she's tongue kissing my mouth, the way we kissed as teenagers.

Tessa has found her rhythm. Stroking, jacking, gagging, spitting and sucking. I had to stop looking.

Those eyes, that mouth, her flowing locks. I look away, only to see her beautifully bouncing, bubble butt. It's too much, for I but a mere mortal.

It's been ten minutes and I'm unable to hold on any longer.

"Baby, I'm cumming!" I scream.

She does the move. I always forget "The Move." Tessa works her fingers in my ass. When I start to unload, she puts three fingers as far as she can stick them.

The weed, The babe, The move. My body starts uncontrollably convulsing. Cold chills invade my blood stream.

I think I must have blacked out. Next thing I hear is AAh. My Boo Thang is spooning me from behind. The vixen has sucked me clean. I'm totally dry.

"You're such a naughty Prince," Tessa says.