“Honey, you’re my husband and your doing a wonderful job of serving me and keeping the house clean. But, you must learn to control yourself. I can’t have you dripping cum all over my house. You’re lucky that that little dick of yours is so cute, its hard for me to be angry with you. By the way, when was the last time I allowed you to masturbate?”

Then she noticed the puddle of pre-cum beneath me on the tiled floor. “Well, little man, no wonder you’re so horny tonight. You just stay down there and watch me finish putting nylons on. And go ahead, you have my permission to masturbate.”

I love watching you put your nylons on. Being ever so close to you, stroking my little dick, stealing a quick look between your legs. Stretching your leg out, smoothing the wrinkles, you "accidentally" brushed my face with your foot. Masturbating even faster, I tried to kiss your foot, as you quickly pulled it away. I was so close to cumming. Please, please Mistress may I lick your vagina.

Smiling, you looked down on me and said, “Honey slow down, don’t be in such a hurry.”

“I am going to finish putting my nylons on. If you can control yourself and not cum, I’ll allow you to lick me. Honey, it’s been a long time since I felt that sweet tongue of yours between my legs.”

You allowed me to raise my eyes and look at your beautiful naked body. I was in heaven watching you put the other stocking on, spreading your legs, allowing me to see your perfectly trimmed pubic hair. I watched as you gathered the stocking in your hands, bending your knee and putting your toes in. From my position on the floor I could see your entire vagina. It was so beautiful and so wet. I dreamt of tasting it. Licking it. Probing it with my tongue. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My tiny cock exploded, shooting ropes of hot white cum onto the smooth tiled floor. Squeezing out the last drops, I lifted my head and looked into your eyes. I love masturbating for you, and I hoped my performance had pleased you. From the look in your eyes, I knew you were delighted.

You finished hooking up your nylons, then spread your legs even wider, one hand reaching for your drink and the other for your clit. Looking at me and massaging your clit, you said, “Well, little man, as usual you couldn’t control that tiny dick of yours. No pussy for you tonight. Now clean up your mess.”

Like a queen on her throne, you sat there on the edge of the bench, finger fucking yourself and watching me as I lowered my lips to the floor to lick up my cum. I savored the taste. I always take my time licking it up, because I know how much you love watching me do this. With the floor spotlessly clean I crawled to you. I kissed the back of your hand as you finished pleasuring yourself. Then you removed your fingers, allowing me to suck them clean: my reward for being a good husband. Then I heard you say, “Hurry up, fetch my panties.