Justplatonic
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I was trying to get our taxes completed, and I had been after Jason to get me a 1099 from an online account. I had been after him for weeks, but he kept putting it off. I was about to pull rank and go make him do it, but just then, he told me of a little excursion he was planning with some guys. So I waited.
The morning came that he stepped into my office (home office) to kiss me on the cheek and head out the door. He was all dressed for his excursion, all his equipment stuff was ready, and he was in a hurry to leave. Jason hates to be late.
"I'll be home around five," he said as he turned from the kiss and hastily started toward the door.
"Jason," I called, and he turned back to me. "Where's my 1099?" I had that look on my face.
"Haley, not now! Are you serious? I'll get it when I get back!" he said. "I promise!"
"You'll get it now."
He knew I meant now or he would pay dearly. His face turned to anger, and he spat, "You fucking waited until now! Goddammit, Haley! Goddammit!" and he stormed out my office door. About 10 minutes later, and now late for his excursion, he stepped into my office and slapped the freshly printed 1099 down on my desk.
"You're a real bitch sometimes, you know that?" he said, and he walked out.
He got home around 5:00, just as he said, but we didn't talk much, mostly because I worked late. He stayed downstairs and watched Netflix. I took a shower around 9:00 PM, dried my hair, put on a sleep shirt, and stepped into the upstairs hallway. The hallway looks down into our family room where Jason was watching TV.
"Jason," I called, and he looked up at me. "Come to bed," I told him, and I walked back to our bedroom.
Our four-poster bed faces the doorway to our bedroom. There is an upholstered accent bench at the foot of our bed that matches the width of the bed. It is an elegant bench, somewhat firm, with a tufted back.
When Jason entered the room, I was bent over the bed on my side, perusing the Internet with my tablet lying on the bed in front of me. I was not showing anything suggestive in being bent over. Jason was to my left as he entered the room, and the sleep shirt is long enough to just cover my ass.
I didn't pay any attention to him as he entered, but I could see he paused. He knew that he was going to have to make amends for his earlier behavior, or I would make his life miserable. When he finds me in that position, he knows that I expect him to follow through with an unspoken ritual between us.
He went into the master bath, got ready for bed, and then entered our bedroom with a bit of hesitation. I still didn't pay any attention to him. I flipped through Instagram. He knew I was waiting for him to admit that I am the boss, he's the pussy boy, and he better fucking do what I tell him.
Without a word spoken, he stepped over behind me, knelt on the floor, lifted my sleep shirt, and began kissing my bare ass. I let him kiss for a while, all over, with great dedication he did, and I completely indulged the fact that my husband, who had been so rude to me earlier, was now kissing my ass. His kisses got a little braver and deeper, and I opened my legs a bit more to give him access to where I expected his tongue to end up.
"Get your face in there, boy," I told him, and the good boy that he is, buried his face so deep in the flesh of my ass he could no longer breathe. He licked my forbidden spot with adoration, and I pulled on his hair to keep him in place, and to let him know that I am the boss. He is the bitch.
Eventually I ended up seated on the bench at the foot of our bed, my legs spread, and Jason's obedient and well trained mouth bringing me to a wonderful, crying-out orgasm.
Once I calmed down, I told him to put my tablet away. I climbed under the covers, and he got into bed and cuddled up next to me. I could feel his little erection was hard as a brick.
Comfy, warm, and satiated, I drifted off to sleep.
That's one way in which I keep the peace around here.
I'm really chuffed/honored you used a quote from my post as an in for your post. Loved your story, and absolutely loved how you dealt with your fella...

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