Heart-Ordered Couples Counselling

Jenny walked into the rec room and stopped, a grin on her face.

Her husband of fifteen years, Bruce, sat in his favourite recliner, grey sweatpants strained over his obvious erection, salt-and-pepper chest hair calling to her.

She looked up at the television and the paused scene there, laughing. His sheepish grin told her she’d caught him getting himself all wound up watching his favourite porn. He loved watching two HVAC repair guys end up in a hot threesome with the woman of the house. Jenny grabbed the remote, playing the movie again.

“Here,” Jenny licked her lips and dropped to her knees in front of him, “let me help you with that, lover.”

She ran her hands up his legs, squeezing his thighs and moving around to pinch his thick, muscular ass. Fingers blazing a trail up his sides and over his love handles, to his chest. She ran her fingers over his tattoos, groaning in appreciation.

“I love your ink, my sexy beast.” She laid a kiss on his belly at his answering growl. Her travelling hands went up over his shoulders, down his arms and to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Her fingers slipped under the elastic, tugging them gently. He lifted his hips, and she pulled them down past his bum to his ankles. His cock greeted her, tall and proud.

“Oh, there you are, my sexy beast.” She stroked him, root to tip, dipping her head to kiss his cockshead. Jenny growled as the salty-sweet...