Page 83 of White Hole

“I love you, too, George.”

He kissed me. “Was that quick enough?”

I nodded and he let me slide down. Straightening my skirt, he pulled up his pants. Lifting my chin with a finger, he said, “Go lay in the bed for fifteen with your hips up. I’ll make an excuse.”

“That’s just a myth.”

“I just love the thought of my wife laying there with my cum inside her that long.” My husband smirked.

“Well, then I’ll do it. Tell them I had a Victorian era headache.”

As I walked into our laundry room, he spanked my ass.

“Good job with the sex.”

“Sometimes I miss the days when you didn’t talk.”

George laughed. “Right back at ya, princess.”

The End