I got home from work by 8 o'clock in the evening because a lot must be finished within the day. And since it's Friday, my husband would be the first one to get home. Usually, it's him who would be working late except for Fridays.
I went to the kitchen to find him but to no avail. I didn't want to call him out. I didn't have the voice to do it too. I just ate my dinner and wash the dishes after. And when I went to our bedroom, I saw him there snoring. I guess I'm not the only one who's busy at work. I smiled looking at him and went closer to give him a kiss. He only stirred a little and continued sleeping. But still snoring.
I did my thing before going to bed in the quietest form possible to never disturb him. I put on my white shirt and underwear and tucked in our sheets to finally snuggle with him. But when I went into bed, I didn't hug him. Instead, I went in slowly and carefully and then shook him with all my might and said, in a panic voice, "Babe! Babe, wake up! Wake up!" I held on my laughter and before he could react or say something, I told him, "Wake up so we could sleep."
He stared at me in disbelief and I laughed my ass out. The look on his face was priceless. But uh oh he looks angry. He got up and went to the bathroom. I'm still laughing in bed! And when he got back, he didn't bother to hug me or kiss me. He just faced his back on me. But I'm not even bothered by it. I still laughed boisterously.
My laugh was dying down when he suddenly pinned me against the sheets with one hand while the other took off my undies and slammed me deep with his dick. My laughter turned into moaning loudly. He kept it hard, deep and fast. And when I was about to cum, he stopped thrusting me. I exasperatedly cursed at him and he only said, "Good night, love."
I couldn't sleep well because of what he did that night. Fuck that joke.
There's only one thing I would remind myself after that: never ever make fun of your husband when he sleeps 'cause you'll never know when he would do his revenge.
