Sex On The Battlefield

'Take out the damn' garbage!'

'Keep dreaming! All you do is give orders, all day long! Do you think I'm your slave, girl?

'Come on, you're the one who does not do anything all day long! I cook, I wash the laundry, I clean up the house, and much more! What do you do?'

'I go to work! Isn’t this enough for you?'

'What? Have you forgotten that I also go to work, my dearest oblivious husband?!'

'Come on...that part-time job can't even be called a job, it's just so you can get out of the house from time to time!'

'Yea, sure! All I wanted you to do is take out the trash! Is that too much for you?'

I'm so angry that my nipples start showing off through my shirt.

'No, it's your time! I always take it out, while you make your freaky French manicure!'

'Freaky?? I am fuckin' making myself beautiful for you and you call me a Freak? That's it, I had enough!', I yell at him, taking one step closer.

'Well, you know what? I have had enough of it too!' he says with an authoritative voice, coming even closer to me.

He looks straight into my eyes for a couple of seconds, and then he kisses me badly! He rips my shirt off, and begins kissing, biting my nipples, like a tiger! I am so horny right now but still angry... I unzip his jeans and pull out his hard cock.

'Who's the boss now, huh? You will go outside and take the garbage with you, understood?' I tell him and masturbate his delicious penis, up and down, while he's playing with my wet pussy.

'Make me!' he replies with an aroused pitch.

'I will'... I say, putting him down, on kitchen's floor, and placing his cocky inside my vagina.

'Are you going to do what I said?'

'No, I won't'

I begin fucking him really hard, moving in slow circles, dominating him like a boss, while he stands down, like a slave, touching my pink nipples!

'I am only going to ask you one more time! Are you going to take out the trash??' I ask moving faster, and faster. I cannot resist anymore, neither can he...I let myself go and I cum.

'Oh, yes...yes...I'll take it honey' and there he comes too, right inside of me. I can feel our love juices meeting at the end of the tunnel, mine going out, his going in. The sensation is unique. Kitchen's floor is now dirty.

'Who's gonna clean up this mess now?' I ask loudly.

'I only said I'm going to take out the trash!'

The conclusion is never jump to conclusions. You can never know when a horrible fight fires up the passion. A wife acting like a dictator can always turn into a hot dominant wife, making you as submissive as happy in the bedroom...or, the kitchen.