I am overwhelmed by the lovely responses to this series. I thank all the guys and gals who read through the stories and appreciated their emails. Your... love and criticism are accepted and cherished. Please reply if you like my sex story to The story continues. I woke up and saw there was sunlight coming in from the window glass. It was 7 am as I looked at my wife Jyoti lying beside me and savoring the wonderful first night she had. Her eyes were closed, and she had a pleasant radiance on her. “I have been my Prince.” She replies humbly. “Are you sure? You haven’t done anything bad? Such as…” He pauses for a moment. “Calling me a brat? Because I was a bit late telling you our dinner plans?”. “Well uhm… Maybe…” She replies slightly hesitant. “Maybe… what?” He asks a little louder. “Maybe… my Prince” She corrects herself. “Maybe isn’t the answer I was hoping to hear… was it?” He asks. “Oh who am I k**ding! Of course I know better, I know my brat. She has called me a brat in her mind. Soon as I started to drive off she grabbed my hand and guided it straight in her sweatpants and said "please stick your fingers inside me". She was so wet that I immediately got rock hard as I slid 2 fingers in and out of her slick pussy. She began moaning as if she was angry but I knew it was from pure sexual frustration and a****listic lust. I pulled into the credit union parking lot so which was empty seeing it was Sunday evening. She hurriedly replaced my hand with hers and started. “What?” “Are we OK?” “Yes, Danny, I'm so sorry. I feel like a fool. This has all been pretty stressful. I over-reacted,” Chris said. “Come here, baby,” Danny said, patting the sofa next to him. Chris sat down next to her husband and took his hand in hers. “Ow! Damn, my hands and face are still so sore.” “Oh honey, I didn't mean to hurt you. I got some lotion for your stings. And some wine, some strawberries, and some whipped cream for later, if you like,” Chris said, carefully.