Michaelishious - Vol. 2021

Dec. 17th: Yes, Sir

"Good morning, Michael."

The words were whispered so sensually into my ear that I thought I was dreaming. But then I felt a hand on my chin.

"Merry Christmas, Santa boy."

"I'm not a boy," I grumbled groggily, but without opening my eyes. That made her giggle.

"Maybe not, but I have a little Christmas gift for you. Or not really you, but that infamous Mikezilla of yours. You can tag along if you want to."

She giggled when my eyes flew open. She already had my fullest attention, but when I saw what she was wearing, I sat up with open mouth and just stared.

"Yes!" I whisper-yelled to myself, and I almost threw my fist into the air. My wife, Lauren, was an author. And not only an author. She wrote the hottest smut you could think of, and she loved to make her steaming hot fantasies come to life with ourselves in the lead roles. Just in private for the two of us, of course. And the recordings were hidden somewhere safe.

"But we need to make it quick before the kids wake up," she added, and fixed her golden locks. Her hair was a mess, but with a perfection only a bed can make after some proper beauty sleep. And sex, of course.

I groaned because I wanted to take advantage of this roleplay to the fullest, which would mean more than just one round in the hay. Nevertheless, a quick, hefty one with her in the sexy, latex maid costume she was wearing, with high heels that had strapping all the way up to her thighs, was definitely a good number two.

"So do you want me to be bossy and order you around, or...?" I suggested, but I already knew what I preferred. Being the dominant one was the most natural to me, although being left completely at her mercy had its advantages. Oh, hell. Who am I fooling? I loved that too.

Lauren squinted into the air before she gave me a mischievous smirk.

"Nope. You're gonna wear the same as me, and we'll have a deep cleaning of the house. We need that before Christmas anyway."

My face fell, and I stared at her blankly. I mean, this woman was definitely crazy enough to do so. She'd made me do worse things too, so I wouldn't be surprised if she actually meant it.

"Lauren, I..."

But she burst out laughing and pinched my cheek.

"I'm kidding, silly! God, you look so cute when you get startled like that. Now, get your dick up and let's have some fun."

"Get your dick up and let's have some fun," I reiterated sourly. But when she leaned in and kissed me that way, and even placed her palm directly on my bulge and massaged me, my body responded just the way she wanted. And me? I forgot all about my sudden bad mood.

"You can be whoever you want to be," she smirked and walked away from me with an extra sway in her hips. And man, that skirt was short! I could see a tiny glimpse of the lower bottom of her butt cheeks for each stride, and it made me wanna lay down on the floor so I could see more. Was she wearing panties under there? I couldn't tell. Hopefully not, because then I could...

"Michael! Did you hear me?"

She snapped fingers several times in the air to get my attention, and I blinked my eyes.

"Uhm..."

And that was answer enough, because I earned an eyeroll.

"You can sit at your desk and pretend to be working."

"Like writing?"

"Sure. Why not?" she shrugged, and waited for me to follow orders. But as soon as I got seated, she frowned and shook her head.