Ground Rules

I was sitting in the bedroom when my wife walked in, sat on the bed. "Are we going to talk about it?" she asked me.

"T...talk about what?" I asked.

"Last night," she said.

"I don't...I mean...what about last night?" I asked.

"You were sucking my bull's cock," she said, eyes boring in on me.

"I...I was licking you," I said, "just...just like you like me to...he...he just slipped out of you."

She frowned. "I know he slipped out of me," she said, "you don't think I can tell when a cock that thick is or is not inside me?"

That was a reference, intentional or not, to me. "He just slipped out," I said.

"It's not that he slipped out," she said, "it's more...well...how long it took you to help him back in and what you were doing instead."

"I...I was licking you, Angela, like my mouth was right there and...it just...it just hit...just right." I swallowed, thinking of her bull's thick cock suddenly in my mouth, coated with her pussy juices.

"You sucked him," she said, "he didn't just accidentally touch your lips, you sucked his cock."

"I...I could taste you on him."

"For like several minutes," she said.

"Angela..."

"Are we going to talk about it or not? Are we going to just pretend you didn't suck his cock?"

"But I..."

"There need to be ground rules," she said.

"G...ground rules?"

"Ground rules."

"What...what kind of ground rules?"

"Well let's start with an obvious one...when he's fucking me, if he wants you to suck his cock, you should, but you should not make him cum."

"Angela!"

"I mean it," she said, "he cums in me when he's fucking me. If you give him a blowjob another time, that's different, but when he's fucking me, he's fucking me."

"Angela!"

"Did you like it?"

"Like it?"

"Sucking his cock? You seemed... enthusiastic..."

"I..."

"You should have told me," she said, "I would have had him do it sooner."

"You...you're not mad?"

"Mad? Hon, of course not, I'm thrilled you're there to help me please him. Thrilled."