by Carl Weber
“No, no, no, I’m not going to let you do this. I know what you’re trying to do, and we are not going to deal with this in the bedroom. I’m not going to allow it,” I said, forcing myself to resist what my body wanted so badly.
“Not going to allow what?” She laughed, sliding to her knees as she held my erect penis in her soft hands.
“Stop. I mean it, Cassie,” I protested weakly, placing my hand on her forehead. My palm barely made contact with her head, communicating just how conflicted I was about really wanting her to stop.
“So what are you saying? You’re not going to allow me to suck your dick?” She shook her head at me pitifully, not giving me a chance to react before my penis was completely engulfed in her mouth. At that point, all I could do was let out a moan.
Less than five minutes later, I was laid out on the bed with my pants around my ankles, moaning like a little boy as my wife worked to bring me to orgasm. I opened my eyes and looked down. It just so happened to be the same time Cassie was looking up at me. The sensual look in her eyes as I watched her firecracker red lips molest the head of my dick sent electric shocks throughout my body. How had I ended up with such a stunningly beautiful, bright woman, who was great in bed and great at giving head? It was a question I’d asked myself a million times.
“Oh God.” My chest was heaving as I threw my head back and looked up to the heavens. Call it blasphemy if you want, but I had to thank God as my body exploded in pleasure.
“Mmmm,” Cassie moaned as she kissed and licked her way up my belly and to my chest. Once she made it past my neck and chin, she pressed her lips against mine, then pulled back and said, “You’re not still mad at me, are you?”
Until she brought it up, I’d honestly forgotten that I’d come home to confront her. Cassie’s head game was just that good. “I don’t know what I am. Why would you take my money?”
“Allen, please, I’m sorry about your lunch, but I didn’t take your money. I took our money.” She tried to kiss me, but I resisted. “But if it will make things better between us, I’ll put every nickel back in the account,” she said sadly.
“No.” I was so damn frustrated. She made me so weak with almost no effort on her part. “I want you to tell me why you stole my money.”
“Stole? Is that what you call it when a wife takes money out of a joint account to try and better herself? Stealing?” She glared at me angrily. It was a look I almost never saw from her. She was usually a pretty agreeable person, which made for a peaceful home. But not now. Now she was pissed. She walked over to the dresser and brought back an envelope. “Here.”
“What’s this?” I asked, opening the envelope.
“It’s a cashier’s check for five thousand dollars made out to York College. They have a special program I got accepted to for people like me, who are misplaced in the workforce. I was trying to surprise you. I wasn’t going to bring it up until tonight, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to make you proud. You did say you’d pay for me to go to school and further my education, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did.” My shoulders sagged with regret. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.
“Well, don’t worry about it. I don’t need you to pay for me to go to school. I can get my old job back anytime I want. I thought you were different, Allen.” On that note, she walked out of the room, making me feel like a horse’s ass. All I could do was jump up with the check in my hand, following after her, begging.
“Baby, baby, please, please! I’m sorry. You can have the money. You can have all my money.”