***ZANE’S POV***
I grab London’s waist and pushing her skirts to a bundle around her waist, I pin her panties beside her and go full lips on her pussy.
“Ow! More, please,” she begs, rubbing her pussy over my mouth.
I feast on my wife like it was my last meal and when I pull out, we are both panting, our eyes merged into one another.
Rasps aftershocks emits from London and when she calms, down, I kiss her forehead.
“To bed, little girl, and don’t disobey, Daddy. I don’t want to have to punish you before we go out tonight,” I tell her, trailing kisses over her head, face, neck and down her breast.
Leaving her on the edge, I pull up.
“Stay with me, please,” she says.
Shaking my head, I kindly decline her invitation, and walking towards the door, I say, “I will be back in a few short hours to wake you up,” I say closing the door behind me.
Downstairs, I go to the playroom and have fun with Dante.
Fifteen minutes later, I am walking back to my room, wanting to snuggle with my wide too and the moment I click the door, I hear the bed crack before I see movements.
London would have fooled me if not for her erratic breathing and shaky body.
She is in the blanket, thus, I figure out what she was up to while I was away.
Touching her pretty little pussy.
Since she wants to play the role of being asleep, I might teach her a little lesson the both of us will enjoy.
Peeling my clothes off my body, I drag the comforter from London’s body and a expected, her pussy is wet.
Slowly, I start kissing her breast, kneading one while sucking the fuck out of the other.
When she shivers, I don’t stop. Kissing past her stomach, I stop at he delicate waist, and where the lines of her surgery is. She had being brave to undergo a surgery for my son to live.
I don’t know if I show it often, but I do love her with everything I am worth.
“Uhm!” I hear London moan.
When I still a glance from her, she closes her eyes, fighting the dying urge to beg for more.
“My wife is a goddess. She is so pretty that even with a scar on her, she looks fucking divine,” I praise her.
London cries out in passion but still stifles it.
I am almost there, honey, save your cries for later.
I see her glistening fingers and I push then into my mouth, cleaning them off. The salty bit hit my taste buds and then, her sweet taste, making me crave more of her.
Pushing down her vagina, I stop in her clit and kiss it tenderly. Everytime I place tentative kisses on it, she squirms but pretends to be asleep.
I don’t push a finger in London, I just keep toying her clit, licking her pink flesh and making her moan.
When I feel her shaking, I pull away.
“Ouuips! I forgot to check something out,” I murmur to myself as I start pulling away.
A pair of weak hands capture my head and force it back down, I can’t help the smile that fills my features as I look upward at my wife.
“The fuck?” I ask feigning ignorance.
“I was going to cum. You can’t just rip an orgasm from me,” she yelps out, her eyes scanning through my face.
“Oh, were you? And I thought I asked you to sleep?” my face contirts as I show her that I am mad.
“I was… Uhm, I was sleeping,” she lies between her teeth.
Mad at her, I flip her over, open my drawer and pick out my sex toy.
We haven’t tried the anal balls yet, but since London is being a liar, maybe a strict punishment will go for her.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” she asks her voice more harder now.
“I thought you were sleeping?” I inquire spanking her ass once.
Shivering, she glares at me in shock over her shoulders and her eyes deem in realization.
“I’ve been a good girl, Daddy,” she murmurs, going into little space.
Nope, little girl. You would be sleeping if you were. Just like Daddy told you to do,” I exclaim spanking her other side of the ass.
She cries before wiggling her ass backwards, this way I know that she is safe.
“I wasn’t feeling sleepy, and I was waiting for you to come and cuddle me before I sleep,” London justifies.
There are a pair of five balls in my hands and since my dick has gone up her ass already, the balls are larger, and thick.
“I didn’t ask you to touch yourself too, did I?” I demand waiting for a response.
This time, London shudders beneath me, it makes me want to go hard on her, but I have to remind myself that London can just take as much at a time.
“I was… I mean…” She stutters, not actually saying anything.
“Just admit it and let’s be done with that can you, honey?” I wonder.
Heaving, she shakes in small breathes.
“Yes, Daddy. I did touch myself but I didn’t cum. I was so closed when you badge into the room,” she says hiding her pretty face that had started turning red.
A small chuckle taints my lips as I admire her just being her.
“Are you going to punish me?” she asks.
“You want that don’t you? It is going to be your ass taking the punishment, so, I would want you to hold it in for me for as long as I tell you, okay?”
Waiting for London’s response, I wonder if she is going to take it. We are in a consensual atmosphere now, and unless consent is given, I wouldn’t be touching her.
“Yes, Zane,” she replies.
“Good girl. Palms flat on the bed and your ass up in the air,” I order.
She obeys.