“Hubby!”
“Wifey? Why are you shouting? What’s wrong?”
“Strip.”
Okay. What the hell?
“Wifey?”
“I said, strip! Faster.”
“W–Why?” Fck.
"You do not want? All right. You will sleep outside later.”
“What?! Okay. Okay. I’ll strip.”
And because I’m a very UNDERstanding husband, I did what he wants me to do.
Fcking under.
"What is that? Why is there anything left? Take off your boxers. Take off everything!”
“Wifey? What the hell is wrong with you?”
"Don't talk a lot. Strip."
And I did. Thank you His eyes immediately fell on my 'friend'.
“Eyes up, babe. Now, what?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he walked closer and kneeled. What the fck?!
“W–Wifey. What the hell are you doing?”
“Shh...” he hushed. I thought he’s going to give me some pleasure, but I’m wrong. Suddenly he took something from his back and showed it to me.
What the fcking fck?!
“R–Ruler?”
"Make it hard, Hubby. Please.”
He didn't need to say that. Because my 'friend' right there is already saluting proudly at him.
Yeah. Fck. I’m fucking hörny. You can’t blame me though, ‘coz that’s my fcking wife.
“Wifey? W–What are you going to do with that fcking r–”
Ruler? Shit.
I didn’t get to finish my sentence, when he placed the ruler in my shaft. And measured it.
Fcking ruler!
“Hmm...10 inches. Okay!.”
He said and left me.
“Fck!!! Fck!!! My stomach hurts."
