'Thank you' , 'Sir', where did those words come from ? Outside of the bedroom Eve was demure , following his lead , the obedient housewife , in the bedroom she dictated the terms, it wasn't that she denied him, more dictated the timing and the pace of their fantastic sex life. That worked for Simon as it allowed him time to switch off 'Mr In charge' and just go with the flow or more correctly, the command.<br/><br/>So in his drunken state 'Thank you' and 'Sir' felt new...felt different ,felt natural , felt right yeah that was it , women at work and his own wife normally followed his choices and decisions so why the hell should that be different in bed, maybe Eve understood that...this pussy tastes great, his mind refocusing on the immediate ,his tongue deep inside his 'wife'  busy licking her juices.<br/><br/>Minutes passed and still he worked that pussy waiting foro the command to do something else , when his mind recalled he was in charge now...he was Sir<br/>...that's right 'I'm sir'. Simon released 'Eves' pussy form his mouth and moved further up the bed, it was so dark under the sheets but even in his drunk state his cock knew its way home.<br/><br/>His manhood touched her wetness, there was no orders she could give him now he was going to take his woman, his wife. pushing his hips forward Simon entered what he believed was his wife and started fucking her , in his drink soaked mind he was being the skilful lover, in reality his thrusting had taken on an almost frenzied intensity. "Gonna fuck you all night woman" his blurred words spoken in an accent almost a mirror of the man who was in the next room.<br/><br/>The sound of two slapping bodies filled the room as need and urgency along with a new found sense of entitlement took hold of Simon