With the Lights On

“I need you. Now!” The words shot out of me as soon as the two bodyguards left.

I dragged Don upstairs and into the bedroom. For once, he seemed as interested as I was. He pulled off my pajamas and threw me onto the bed, then stripped himself naked.

We kissed passionately. When his tongue stroked mine, I moaned. I was so horny all the time, that’s all it took for me to be ready. I reached for his cock.

He wasn’t hard, so I slid down the bed and took him in my mouth. I sucked gently, hoping the blow job would get him ready. I wanted, needed, and craved him inside me, but after a few minutes, he was still soft.

“Baby,” I whispered. “I want to get you hard for me.”

He pushed me onto my back and parted my legs. “We’ll get started, and then I’ll get hard.”

Eagerly, I helped him press his cock against my wet pussy. He buried his face against my neck and made some sexy noises that got my heart pounding. I wiggled, waiting to feel him inside me.

I knew he wasn’t a big man, but I should at least feel something. He slowly started moving. I did feel something, like I was being fingered. With one finger.

At first, I moaned a little, but I went quiet when I stopped feeling anything.

“I’m sorry, honey. I can’t get an erection right now. I have a lot in my head. Maybe that’s why.” He rolled off me and onto the pillows.

“Okay.” I looked at the ceiling, my voice full of tears.

He didn’t even seem to care. Didn’t most men get upset if they couldn’t get it up? He was already scrolling through his phone, like none of this mattered.

I’d asked him last month if we should go to the doctor so he could figure out what was wrong, but Don had assured me he was just stressed out at work. He’d promised it would get better, but it was only getting worse.

“Honey, don’t cry. Please,” he said softly and kissed me.

I couldn’t hold back my sobs. I didn’t want to ask him, but I had to know the truth. “Don, are you cheating on me?”

“What? Baby, no! I would never do that to you.”

“Then what’s wrong? You never want to make love to me. You’re never home. When you are, you’re too tired, or you can’t get an erection. Is it me? Is there something wrong?”

My sobs filled the air between us. He gathered me close and stroked my hair.

“I’m so sorry, my love. You know my job is very demanding. Running an airport takes so much effort, and I have to be onsite to make sure everything goes well. Even at our other airports. I’m sorry I have not been home as much as I should be.”

“I understand running an airport isn’t easy, but I feel abandoned.”

“Don’t say that, my love, please. I will never abandon you, ever. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I don’t want you keep saying you’re sorry. I want you to be here with me. I want you to want me. I have needs, and you never fulfill them. If we need to go to a doctor...”

“No, no! There is no need for that, I told you. Soon it will all be fine again.”

I pushed away from him. “I won’t have children with a man who’s never around. Do you want to be a father? I’m not sure you do.”

“Of course, I do,” he said. “And from now on, I’ll be here with you as much as possible.”

“You promise?”

“I promise, my love.” He kissed me.

When his tongue nudged mine, I pulled away again. “You can’t keep getting me excited and then let me down.”

My husband grinned and slid his hand between my legs. He circled my clit with his fingertip, and I moaned. He slipped one finger inside me. Then he moved between my legs and parted me with his thumbs. He stroked my clit with his tongue.

I cried out, my hips jumping. “Don’t stop!”

If he stopped, I thought I might go crazy!

I kept my hand on his head as I felt his tongue flicking me. Slowly, gently, he kept licking my clit with steady movements. I couldn’t stop myself from moving under his mouth, and he had to hold my hips.

Oh, fuck yes, at last I was going to cum from something other than a toy! My husband was between my legs, sucking my clit and fingering me deep inside. It felt so good, all I could do was scream as the rush of orgasm took over.

Panting, I looked down at him as soon I could focus. The bastard was on his phone again! I sat up angrily.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to the office,” I warned him.

“No, I’m not. But I do have work to do in my home office.”

It was like he hadn’t just gone down on me and made me scream with ecstasy. His mouth was still wet! He didn’t even care!

“But you promised to stay in bed with me today! The whole day.”

It didn’t matter to me anymore. I was tired of fighting for my husband’s attention and affection. Sure, he’d given me a nice little orgasm, but it might as well have been a task on his to-do list.

“Why don’t you go shopping? Treat yourself to something nice.” He was already getting out of bed to get dressed.

I had everything any woman could want or need—except good sex.

“Will you come shopping with me?” I called after him.

“Get your bodyguard to take you.”