When my husband comes home tonight I'll be wearing almost nothing. First I'll make sure he gets a shower and a drink. I'm making his favorite dinner and I'll turn the TV on & the fireplace and make sure he's cozy as he eats. When he's done and the dishes are put away, while he's relaxing in his recliner, I'll kneel before him and ask him if I can suck his cock. He'll be annoyed with me and tell me no. I'll say, please master? And he'll grab my hair and push my head back, kissing my mouth roughly as he grabs my nipple and pinches it hard, making me moan into his hard kiss. "I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready" he will say, "sit there." He'll point to the hearth in front of the fire, it's like a stage, our hearth, raised a bit and a focal point for the room, especially his view of the room. "Take your tits out,and be still," he'll say and I'll comply. He'll turn his attention back to the TV, as I display myself like a statue. On the next commercial, he'll say, "get me another drink, and then when my show comes back on, I want to watch it, but I want you back where I can see you." As I stand to go to the kitchen, I'll start to cover myself and he'll scowl. "Don't put those tits away for the rest of the night." I'll bring two drinks back to the living room and resume my place, comfortable in front of the fire, like a pussy cat. As we watch tv and sip our cocktails, I won't be able to help but to brush the wet cold glass against my nipples making them pucker and stand out a bit with redness. He'll be marginally distracted by this, but distant, aloof, or is it dominant? During the next commercial break, he'll come to the fireplace and stand over me. He'll take his big hard cock out and push it to my lips. I'll wrap my mouth around him, inhaling his scent as I try my best to take it deep into my throat. He'll thrust his hips three quick times, pushing his cock and choking me with its size and power. He'll pull away and return to his chair, leaving me breathless and hot. He'll say "I want to see you play with your pussy. I want you to get wet." "I'm soaking already," I'll say. "Show me your pussy" he'll say. From my place on the hearth, I'll stretch my legs out, opening them to show my pussy. I'll spread my lips apart and gently take and ice cube from my drink to cool my throbbing clit. As it melts, I'll lick the cooled pussy juices from my fingers and from the ice cube itself. I'll pause to pinch and tug at my nipples, making them stand at attention, hard and full. I'll notice he has taken his big glorious cock out and it stroking it as he watches me pleasure myself. I'll take my time, being oh so careful not to cum. I'll move to my hands and knees, and looking up at his cock, crawl to it and slip my lips over it, pushing my breasts up against his balls as I take him inside of me. He'll allow it, for a moment, then will abruptly stand, pushing me back on my heels, then pulling me up to stand before him. He'll bend and suckle my left breast while his strong fingers push into my dripping slit. He'll slide them in and out of me, pushing deep and then scooping the wetness out of me, will push his fingers into my mouth to suck them clean. I'll try to touch his cock, to hold it, but he'll push my hands away. I'll try again, and this time, he'll stop, look me in the eyes and say, "now, I will have to control you, if you can't control yourself." I won't be able to resist looking at his big dick again, and he'll smile, a bit evily and then without a work, walk to the window, pull the tiebacks off the curtain and wrap my wrists behind me, securing them with a tight knot. "I like this," he'll say, as he spreads my legs apart as I stand in the middle of the room. He'll reach down with both hands spreading my pussy open, feeling it, rubbing it and tugging gently on my lips. "I like knowing you are willing to let me explore you so deeply, so completely." ..well, I hope that's what happens...I have 45 minutes to get ready...