I was expecting my husband to be home at 6:30, and I was looking forward to being child free until the following day. I had a few cocktails, and thought about what I could so to rev up our tired sex life. I chatted with an online friend, and he mentioned something that I had not done for my husband in a long time, giving him head while he watched porn. I decided to do that for my husband when he got home. I had a few hours to kill, so I kept chatting with friends online for a bit. Then, I heard the garage door go up, crap, hubby was home early! I jumped out of my desk chair, and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower. I shaved my pussy extra close and thought about all the possibilites now that I would have my husband and the house to myself for much longer than I had expected. I got hot, just thinking about it, because it's been a very long time since we've had that kind of time alone. I got out of the shower and put on some makeup, then dried my hair and got dressed in a sheer wrap around skirt and tank top. I put on his favorite purfume and went into the living room. He was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I yelled at him, "Get your ass off the couch and get in there and clean up that cock, NOW BITCH!" He looked at me and giggled, like he thought I was joking. I yelled again, "GET UP, NOW!" He smirked and got off the couch, and as he walked by me I slapped his ass as hard as I could, making him jump. He was still smiling, not taking me seriously at all. As he showered, I ran around the house, fetching porn, lube, toys, wine, towels, locking the doors & drawing the blinds. When he finally got out of the shower, I ordered my husband in the harshest tone I could muster, to get his naked ass on the couch. I put on a DVD of two lovely lesbians abusing each other with various toys. I knelt before my husband and took one of his nipples into my mouth and sucked it HARD as I pinched his other nipple. I stopped for a moment ,and sucked his limp cock to get it hard, then I went back to his nipples, sucking and pinching while I stroked his shaft. I looked up at him and saw he was watching me, not the porn like I had told him to. I glared at him and said, "Watch the movie, bitch!" He averted his eyes to the screen, but looked back at me after a few seconds. I slapped him in the face, just a light slap, but I made sure he felt it. I hissed, "Watch the movie, do you understand, bitch?" He nodded, and watched the movie. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him hard and without mercy as I took his balls into my hand and squeezed tenderly, then with more pressure. He jumped and started to protest, but I slapped him in the face again, harder this time and told him to shut up. I was having a hard time playing the badass, but his unwillingness to obey me was getting me mad, so I just let the anger build and waited for him to look at me again. He couldn't help but look into my eyes as I took the entire length of him into my mouth, but as soon as I saw him, I stopped what I was doing and bit his thigh, hard. He jumped a bit, so I bit him again, then told him to hold still before I REALLY hurt him. He was getting more and more aroused, trying his best to obey me, but wanting to see what I was doing to him at the same time. Finally, after getting slapped and bitten a few more times, he was almost ready to come. I stopped sucking him and climbed on top of him, pulling my skirt back and lowering myself onto his throbbing cock. I told him he could look at me, but he'd better now move or utter a peep, as I rode his thick shaft, popping the head of his cock in and out of my soaking pussy with each stroke. He could not take it anymore, and said, "Ride that cock!" I leaned forward and bit him hard on the shoulder, not letting go until he came hard inside of me and moaned with pleasure and release. I stay on top of him, breathing hard, telling him he was a good bitch, and that I was not done with him, not by a long shot. We sat there, hearts racing, breath coming in gasps, then the phone rang and the machine picked up. My son was on his way home. I sighed, climbed off of my husband's lap and went to clean up all of the juices running down my thigh. We never did get to continue our session later that night, and as I write this, I am still wanting him, needing him, and hoping our son goes to bed early tonight.