As the day drew to a close, Jane couldn't wait to get home and relax with her loving husband. However, when she opened the door, she was greeted by an empty house and a cold dinner. Furious, she stormed into their bedroom only to find him fast asleep on the floor.
Jane's anger boiled over as she stomped over to him, lifted her skirt, and let out a torrent of pee. The warm stream hit his face, shocking him awake. He blinked up at her, confused, as she stood over him, still urinating.
"Can't even be bothered to cook me dinner, huh?" she spat, not even trying to hide her contempt.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as the full impact of what was happening sank in. She finished peeing and then pulled her panties away, revealing her glistening, wet snatch.
"Look at this," she said, holding out her soaked feminine parts, "it's the only thing I've been taking care of all day."
She stepped towards him, her hips swaying seductively, and leaned down so their faces were barely inches apart. He could feel her warm breath against his chin as she whispered, "I think you know what you need to do."
His eyes were glazed over with lust and fear, but he didn't resist as she slowly lowered herself onto his face. She began grinding her hips against him, moaning softly as she felt his hot tongue lap at her pussy juices.
"Oh yes," she groaned, "that's it, baby. Suck on my clit."
Desperate for her approval, he obeyed, sucking hard on her swollen bead. She shuddered with pleasure and then, with a sadistic smile, pulled away. "You're not finished yet," she said, standing up and turning around.
She bent over, presenting her plush bottom to him, and spread her cheeks apart. "Take it all," she purred, "eat my ass."
He hesitated for a moment before slowly leaning forward and pushing his tongue into her tight anus. She let out a sharp cry of surprise, but it quickly turned into a moan of delight as he began licking and probing her rear entrance.
Jane reached back, her fingers digging into his hair as she pushed him deeper inside her. He could feel her walls convulsing around his tongue, milk dripping from her anal gland. It was too much for him; he was on the brink of orgasm.
Finally, she pulled away and straightened up, her body glistening with sweat. "Now," she said, "go wash up. I want you to be ready for me."
He obeyed without question, rushing into the bathroom to clean himself off. As he ran the water, he could hear her laughing maniacally in the other room. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he knew he was addicted to her powerful allure.
