Vinnie got home at 7:30 in the morning like he did every morning. Vinnie worked nights like he did every night for the last five years. This was Wednesday morning and Vinnie was gonna get laid like he has every Wednesday morning since he married Stella three years ago.
“Stella, I’m home.”
‘No shit, Vinnie,’ she thought to herself, ‘tell me somethin’ I don’t know.’ “I’m in hea Vinnie, makin’ my lunch,” she hollered. ‘Like I do every Fuckin’ morning,’ she thought to herself.
“Stella, yore beau-tee-ful. Why you all dressed up? It’s Wednesday, baby.”
“Look, Vinnie, I got no time for sex t’day. I gotta doctor’s appointment before work an I’m runnin’ late.”
“Oh, baby, you know I count on Wednesday mornings.”
“Vinnie, please. Look, settle for a quick blowjob? I gotta move.” ‘You dick.’ She threw an apple in the bag and the sandwich on top. “C’mon Vinnie, get it out I gotta get goin’.” She put the mayonnaise back in the fridge. “Oh, that’s lovely Vinnie.” She walked over to him, grabbed his cock and stroked it. “It’s warm. Seen my cah keys?”
“On the table in the front hall. God that feels good.” Stella bent down and sucked his cock as she stroked him.”Why’d you make the appointment for Wednesday morning. Uuu, uuu, uu. Yeah ba-beee.”
She lifted her head and kept stroking. “It was the only appointment he had for a month. Stroke a minute, I gotta get a yogurt outta tha fridge.”She came back. “Here let me.” She bent over and sucked and stroked. ‘C’mon, squirt you fuck,’ she thought, looking at her watch. She tightened her grip and increased the speed. ‘Give it up, asshole, it ain’t gold.’
“Yore the best, Stella. I’m comin, I’m comin’,” he panted.
Stella let go and stood up. “Finish it off, Vinnie, I’m late.” She grabbed her lunch bag and almost stepped in front of him but stopped. She watched his come arc away from his fist wrapped cock. Then she headed for the hall.
“Good boy, Vinnie, see you t’night. Don’t forget to wipe it up, yore mutha’s comin’ ova fa suppa. Bye Vinnie.” ‘You fuckin’ asshole.’ The door slammed behind her.
“God, I love that broad.”
Copyright © October 1999 James M. Hunter All rights reserved.