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“What the fuck?!”

She didn’t even answer me.

Just kept going. Mouth on my balls, stroking me sloppy, then back on my dick like she been practicing that shit.

I grabbed the arms of the chair.

“Sam—”

She looked up at me with my dick still in her mouth.

That fucking look.

I damn near came out the chair.

Me and Sam had been together nine years.

Nine.

This wasn’t the first time my wife had given me head.

Of course not.

But I never needed all that extra shit from her.

That probably sounded fucked up, but Sam was my wife.

Mother of my kids.

My good girl.

I’d fucked plenty women in plenty ways, but when it came to Samantha, shit had always been different.

Comfortable.

Familiar.

Home.

Tonight?

This bitch was acting like she was possessed.

She gagged on it and still didn’t stop. Sloppy. Nasty. Spit on her chin. Sucking my balls again then taking me to the back of her throat.

“Come here.”

I reached for her.

She stood.

I tried pulling her toward the bed.

She pushed my hands away.

“No.”

I blinked.