"Honey, I'm home," Greg said as he hung up his coat and set down his
briefcase.

"I'm upstairs, Greg.  So traffic was bad?"  Jill asked.

Greg answered while pulling off his tie. "There is a game tonight, so
around the stadium was all backed up."

"Wow, and only 20 minutes late because of it, lucky you," Jill said as
she brushed her hair at the vanity in their bedroom.

"It's not like I could avoid it.  We've known for months I had to work
late all this week," Greg argued.

Jill laughed, "It sounds like you want out of your birthday present a
day early?"

"Oh no. Not at all," Greg said kissing his wife lightly on the shoulder,
"I'm just," another kiss, "throwing myself on the," now the other
shoulder, "mercy of the court."

Still laughing, "There's no mercy, silly. Now strip." Jill stood up from
the mirror.

She wore black stockings secured by a garter belt and matching panties;
a bustier completed the outfit.

For years, Greg and Jill had included domination in their sex life.
They both preferred to be submissive so they took turns dominating each
other.  Greg had the idea to give Jill a week of being submissive for
her birthday.  Jill loved the idea and enjoyed a blissful week.  Now
she was returning the gift, and with one night left she hoped to make
it one he would remember.

Greg quickly removed his clothes.  He neatly placed his jacket and pants
on the bureau.  Wearing only his boxers, Greg admired the graceful
curves of his wife's body and the way her dark brown hair fell down
around her shoulders.   Jill rested one hand her hip, tilted her head
and shifted her gaze to her husband's crotch. He had been semi-erect as
he removed his clothes, but the look from her made him grow stiff.  He
pulled down his boxers and tossed them in the hamper.  Greg breathed
deeply with his hands at his sides, he was not able to look her in the
eye.

A grin crept onto Jill's face, "Now go take a shower."  Greg's eyes
dropped into a pleading gaze.  Jill continued, "and make it fast." 
She punctuated the last statement by tapping her hairbrush against her
palm.

Greg blushed and walked past his wife to the bathroom. One swat from the
brush on his right cheek sped him on his way.  As soon as the water was
warm enough not to freeze him, Greg jumped in the shower.  He ducked
under the water and washed as fast as he could.  As Greg rubbed his
soapy hands over his chest, down his stomach, then leaned back under
the water and closed his eyes.  His hands traveled down his body until
his fingers were sliding over his hard cock.  Greg imagined Jill
wrapping her fingers around him.  He cupped his balls as he stroked
himself; his excitement was building. He arched his back, letting
himself take longer strokes.  When he felt the first wave of pleasure
that led to release, he snapped out of his trance.  "That would
certainly get me in trouble," he told himself.

Greg quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. Greg went back to
join