Even though Christian admitted that he had been turned on by Serena’s deceitful and salacious performance at the mall she wasn’t totally sure he was being truthful, and his admission was not just lust fueled fantasy play. She slowed her masturbation of her husband’s raging hard cock to almost a standstill, no longer wrapping her fingers around its girth, just tracing its length with her fingernails. She looked down at Christian’s face and smiled sweetly, “Are you telling me the truth honey?... Do you like me being a nasty, mean wife?”.<br/><br/>Inflicting torment on Christian was fast becoming Serena’s new favorite past-time. The sense of power and control was so intoxicating and nullified any misgivings of guilt. The rush that came from just seeing the confusion and pain in his eyes stoked her own arousal. She wondered if he would soon tire of her behavior that was bordering on being malevolent, but then realized she didn’t really care if he did. It was like a new toy for her to play with and she had no intention of stopping anytime soon.<br/><br/>Serena was breathing hard, she needed her own release. Before her husband could answer her she inched forwards, her knees pushing hard into Christian’s arms causing him to wince. His reaction caused Serena’s eyes to twinkle with wicked glee. Then she lowered her slick, engorged sex onto Christian’s mouth and told him “Eat me…”. It wasn’t said with warmth or passion, just a cold order. Christian didn’t hesitate, too lost in his own lust to fully comprehend his wife’s attitude.<br/><br/>Christian licked and sucked like a starving man. His efforts rewarding him with a steady stream of juice from Serena’s fully bloomed slit. She moaned and gasped while her hips gyrated, searching out every once of pleasure from Christian’s mouth and tongue. Serena released his dick and grasped the bed’s headboard, giving herself more control of her own body, and began to ride her husband’s face. She ground herself down, almost suffocating him as she did so.<br/><br/>Finally, the combination of Christian’s mouth and tongue, and the friction between face and pussy ignited Serena’s release. She gave a strangled groan and went rigid as her orgasm swept through her. After a few moments of fit like trembling she dismounted her husband’s face, her sex too sensitive to be touched. Lying next to him Serena gasped in the air for a while, unable to speak. Eventually, her breathing steadied and she rolled off the bed and stood next to it. She looked at her husband, his face red and shining from the wetness of her ejaculation, his cock protruding upwards like a mast. Serena knew Christian would be thinking it would be his turn and it gave her a thrill when she simply said “Good job..” and walked off to the bathroom.<br/><br/>