I was so bored.

Sundays are usually boring for me but this one Sunday, in particular, was a complete drag. I was so bored. I even cleaned the attic; that’s something I NEVER do.

I made a few suggestions for Ian and myself to go out and have a little fun but he had an excuse for everything. So I was just there… BORED. I went as far as playing with the kids and having them mess up the den so that I would have something to do.

I knew that I was getting on Ian’s nerves and I didn’t care. He spent the day in the home office getting a few things prepared for some of his clients. Lucky for me the office was in a secluded area in our house and I had the brightest idea. Since he didn’t wanna entertain me, I could entertain myself (at his expense, of course.)

I knocked on his door and he told me to come in. He looked so annoyed and I found it rather amusing. I immediately began giggling.

“What’s so funny?” he asked in an irritated voice.

“Oh, nothing..” I said while stifling a giggle.

I walked around his office pretending to be fascinated by his degrees and other memorabilia he had in there.

“What do you want woman?” he asked.

“I can’t breathe my husband’s air? Well, excuse me then.”

“Yeah yeah yeah…you’ve been real fidgety this weekend. What’s your problem?” he asked.

“You don’t wanna play with me and it makes me sad.”

I’m guessing the half sad, half devilish look on my face made him scoff at me.

“Baby when I’m done, I promise, I will be all yours for the rest of the day. I just need a couple more minutes to get a few things in order.”

Although that was nice to hear, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear. I walked over to his desk, moved all his papers to the side and sat on the desk right in front of him.

“Actually, I want to play now. You ignored me all weekend. I need some apologies and maybe a gift.. maybe two gifts… I’m just saying.. I feel neglected.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“What?” I said. “How do you neglect alllll of this? huh?” I asked as I folded my arms.

Ian took his glasses off, “baby when I’m done I’ll give you all the attention in the world. Just a few more minutes.”

I said, “no, I wanna play now.”

Ian stood up in front of me and laughed. He tried several more times to reassure me that he’d be all mine in a few minutes. We both know a few minutes means a few more hours. I wasn’t going for it. He knows me so well because as I reached for his sweatpants, he grabbed my wrist and smirked at me.

“A few more minutes,” he said.

“Fine,” I said. “Give me a kiss.”

He leaned in for the kiss. Perfect opportunity to get in his pants. To my surprise, he was already hard.

“Come on, Ash. I have work to do.” He said while laughing.

I completely ignored him and dropped right to my knees and began slobbering all over his dick. He didn’t even try to stop me. Such a fraud. After a few minutes, he picked me up and laid me on his desk. He pulled my shorts down and started giving me his amazing tongue and soft lips.

One thing I must say, the reason our sex is so great is because we know each other’s bodies. My husband knows what to do, when and how. He knew that eating me a certain way would make me get as loud as I was but I think that’s what he wanted. I tried my best to keep it down.

After that, he bent me over his desk and started aggressively pounding me. He was fucking me like I was really getting on his nerves. I expected that but not this aggressive. I tried pushing him out some and he pushed my hand away while saying, “I thought you wanted to play.”

He tried kissing me to quiet me down. When that didn’t work, he covered my mouth. For some reason, him covering my mouth made everything feel better.

Anyway, he gave it to me like that until he came. I thought we were done but he put me on my back on his desk and started fucking me again. He never did that before. Ian caught me off guard. He was massaging my clit while penetrating me. I couldn’t stop cumming and I couldn’t stop telling him how good his dick was. The surprise of it made me extra horny. I wanted more.

“Don’t stop babe.. oh my gosh,” I said between moans.

And just like clockwork he came.

There were papers everywhere. I didn’t mean to ruin his work setting, but it was so worth it.

I got myself together to go up to our room so I could shower and possibly take a nap. When I walked past the den, I saw that my baby son scribbled all over the wall with his sister’s crayons. My child should have done that earlier when I was bored.