Ela's Performance: A Romantic Wife-Watching Novel

by Arnica Butler

  He started in on her. He placed a fingertip on her clit and stroked it lightly, while Ela twisted in his hands and mewled like a cat.

  Christian stared down at her, calming her into submission with only his gaze. “Stay still,” he growled.

  She lowered her hips and spread her legs, obeying his command.

  Christian parted her petals one by one, feeling each layer of her and holding her soft, wet skin between his fingers, smiling as he felt her silky wetness.

  My breathing was ragged now and the pain in my chest was almost intolerable. I could feel the precum of my erection dampening the whole front of my trousers. I found myself, inexplicably, rooting for Christian's filthy mind, hoping he would do something much dirtier than just this. I licked my lips.

  He toyed with her clit, making circles on it with his forefinger while she struggled to stay still enough for him to touch her. Her muscles contracted and twisted beneath her skin, and her breath came in ragged puffs from her mouth.

  I watched as Christian dipped his finger into her pussy. He glided into her. She was so wet I could see her juices glistening on her inner thighs, dripping down to the sheets. He put another finger in, and the two fingers, veined with his athletic strength, moved in and out of her, tantalizing me with the prospect of a cock doing the same.

  But he wasn't going there just yet. He slipped in another finger.

  And then another.

  My mouth opened involuntarily as I took in the sight. This man was going to fist her.

  With this fourth finger, he elicited a howl from Ela, and her legs kicked inward. “Oh god,” she panted.

  He smiled at her, watching his hand as he pushed, with obvious resistance, into her pussy. My eyes widened as the inner lips of her cunt turned white with the strain of his hand – he was fisting her after all – and he kept disappearing into her.

  “Does it hurt?'

  Ela howled.

  “Put your legs up.”

  He shoved into her hard, as he said this, and his hand moved several inches against Ela's tight cunt.

  But she raised her legs, back to the position he wanted her in: legs spread, complete submission to him.

  She began to moan, and it was as much in pain as in pleasure.

  “That's it,” he coaxed her.

  “It hurts,” Ela complained. But he didn't relent, and she didn't fight him: she just whined as he disappeared into her and began to fuck her with his hand. She kept her legs spread obediently.

  He clawed upward with his hand inside of her, squeezing her from the inside. She howled, and her legs started to tremble.

  Christian pulled his fingers from inside of her, after fucking her for a moment more. He lifted his hand to his face, and breathed in the scent of her pussy.

  I looked at Ela on the bed, writhing carefully in her bondage so as not to unravel it. She was completely exposed to him, and to me. Her pussy was distended and drenched, the petals of her flower crumpled and swollen. But she held her legs for him, wide open for whatever he might do to her next.

  My chest tightened I watched the fit, Danish soccer player hover above her for a moment, looking over body, deciding what he would do next. He leaned in, letting his mouth hover over her bare cunt without touching her. She writhed beneath him, and I could see that she was eager to feel his tongue on her rawest part.

  He extended his tongue and toyed with her, lapping with feathery touches at her swollen clit. Ela's body tensed and twisted. She squeaked, and then growled; panted and whimpered like an animal. The sounds were outside of her own control, it was easy to hear. There was no fakery in her moans, just to placate her lover. He was driving her wild with his tongue on her clit and she could barely take it.

  I could see her climax rising like a tide. Her muscles were stiffening and her legs were trembling so wildly that her feet were flapping in the air, but still she held her legs open wide for him.

  He lifted his head.

  Ela howled in disappointment, and the disappointment cut through me as well. She panted, tossing her head back, and moaned again.

  Evidently this kind of torture was not new to her: she was not confused by the interruption, only sweetly agonized by it. Her stomach rippled and she twisted against her restraints.

  She panted the word please as he brushed his fingers over her dripping cunt. He flicked a finger at her clit, and it snapped in the air. She squeaked. He flicked her again, teasing her, punishing her.

  “I want you to do something for me now. If you want to come.”

  I shivered with delight, imagining what it would be. My mind raced ahead to when I would see Ela's mouth wrapped around Christian's cock, his hand on the back of her head, pushing and pushing all of the thick, veined inches of his dick into her throat.

  Ela threw her head back and moaned.

  “What will you do for me?” Christian asked her, as though clarifying something she had said.

  Ela lifted her head, and looked at him. I was shocked by her next submissive, whining plea:

  “Anything,” she panted. “Anything you want.”

  A smirk spread across Christian's lips, and he leaned close to her ear. His mouth moved to tell her what he wanted, and his lips nibbled on her ear, making her squirm.

  Ela's eyes widened. “I don't think-”

  He pressed his finger to her lips, and she sucked on it. “You can do it. And you must.”

  His wacky English, even, didn't ruin the mood. Ela's body stiffened and my cock throbbed as I wondered what he would get from her now. What dirty thing he had asked her to do that was so close to over the line for Ela that, unlike everything I had just seen, she dared to protest.

  His hands moved to her wrists and freed her from her bondage, then ran over her body as she flipped onto her stomach.

  “On your hands and knees,” his low voice grumbled

  I watched as Ela's body moved into the position he wanted.

  A little doggie style. I looked at her dripping cunt, and watched as his thick cock grazed her opening.

  He grasped her hair, then, and pushed her head down and onto the sheets. I knew that she couldn't see me, but her eyes seemed to meet mine, suddenly gleaming with fear. Her fingers came to her mouth, and she touched her lips. Christian's hand was still wound in her hair, pushing her into the sheets.

  I licked my lips, because they were very dry. I unzipped my zipper, one tooth at a time, needing to hold my heavy cock in my hand. Even as I did this, I felt shame wash over me. I should stop this, whatever it was...but I couldn't. I didn't want to, but I also just couldn't. It was all too far gone now.

  Christian dipped each of his fingers in her pussy. She whined and gasped, clenching the sheets.

  Then he knelt forward, and licked her. He started at her clit, the red button so engorged it protruded from her bare lips (God, that was still driving me wild).

  Then his tongue moved up. It trailed along her bare, hairless skin in an agonizingly slow line.

  Ela grasped the sheets in fistfuls, stuffing them into her mouth.

  “I don't know,” Ela moaned. “I don't think I can...”

  But she remained as she was, her ass to him, her face to the bed. Resisting only in word and not by moving. She was going to give him whatever it was he wanted -

  I knew, suddenly, where his tongue was going. I wanted to look away but I could not.

  I watched as he moved up, until he was trailing his tongue in circles around her dull pink anus.

  Surely this would be too much for Ela.

  Her eyes closed and squeezed shut, but she did not resist any more than that.

  “Oh god,” she said. She let him lick at her and tease her.

  He slowly worked his tongue into her, and a screech escaped from deep inside of her. A pleased, lusty screech. Sure to be one of agony soon.

  I found my mind delighting in the prospect of seeing Ela take this guy's huge cock in her ass.

  What in the hell, Peter?

  What in the
hell, indeed. My own cock was twitching wildly in my hand. I wanted it now. I wasn't sure exactly why, but I want to see her asshole spread open and watch her face as she took a big cock in her tiniest hole.

  Christian sat back on his ankles, and moved a finger around Ela's wet asshole. It was ever-so-slightly opened. It pulsed with excitement, and probably the anticipation of pain.

  Christian fanned his fingers. He pressed his pointer finger to the dark center of her asshole, and Ela sucked in her breath as it plunged inside of her. Not slowly; very quickly. He plunged one finger in her ass, one in her pussy, and rubbed his ring finger against her clit.

  She whimpered and closed her eyes. 'I don't think I can,” she said. “Oh god, it hurts.” Her ass bobbed up and down, and she opened her mouth to breathe and bite the sheets around her.

  “You can,” he assured her, and pushed his hand against her, his finger sinking deeper inside of her.

  He pressed another hand against the small of her back. “Just relax,” he said.

  He calmed her there, and it took almost a minute. Ela trembled and tensed, and then finally, finally, lay down to a relaxed pose, panting on the sheets.

  “I want to get my cock wet before I fuck your ass.”

  Now that he said it, it sent a sharp jolt through me. All along I had known that's what he wanted, but I had expected Ela to stop him, truthfully.

  “Oh, god” Ela howled, but she did nothing to stop him. She writhed and sucked in her breath again, and her asshole clamped tightly on the finger still inside of her.

  “Relax,” he coaxed.

  He used his other hand to lift his fat, veined member. He slipped his cock into her engorged slit, and I saw a gush of her sweet juices spill out, sliding down to coat his balls. He pressed down again on the small of her back and pushed her lightly back and forth, using her like a meat puppet to stroke his cock Ela bristled with new desire, and I remembered then how close she had been to coming.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Oh please fuck me until I come.”

  I raised my eyebrows. This was not Ela. She never talked like this, so dirtily, not in all the time I had been fucking her.

  “I will,” Christian responded, cooly. He was moving her almost clinically now, trying to work her up to the point he wanted to get her to: his cock in her ass.

  His finger was still inside of her asshole, and I imagined how it must feel: hot and tight. How he must have been imagining his cock there, in only a matter of moments, being squeezed by the squealing, panting Ela.

  His face was contorted and he was bursting at the tip of his cock. Of course he was, he was balls-deep in all of that very wet, very pink, very hot flesh, and she was pushing her ass back toward him for more.

  Christian let her beg and moan like this for several minutes. He pulled his cock from inside of her and stroked her clit with the tip of his dick. He slid his finger from inside her ass and she yelled in pain.

  Ela's eyes watered up in frustration and disappointment, and her long, brown lashes grew wet and sticky.

  “Oh please,” she begged. “Oh please, please, please.”

  He ignored her pleas, and from her clit, he guided his cock up to her ass. He pressed his tip to the pink entranceway.

  “No, I can't,” Ela moaned. “No...I can't. I've never done that before.”

  But she wasn't moving away, and neither was he. The blunt end of his cock was pressed against her very tiny hole – much, much wider than it, and he was leaning against her. Ela's face was scrunched up now, and she was shaking her head slightly against the sheets. “I can't,” she said.

  Christian was watching his cock with all the arrogance of a man who simply did things like this: told women he was going to fuck them in the ass, and then did it.

  He pushed against her and she howled.

  But I could see that she was moving her hips backward, bumping up against his cock. She was submitting to him, she was going to let him push inside her, even if it tore her apart.

  When he pushed forward and finally stretched open the first part of her, an agonized sound came from the pile of sodden sheets that Ela had buried her head in. She roared and clawed at the bedsheets. “Noooooooooooo,” she wailed. “No I can't.”

  “Stay right there.” Christian commanded, but it was more like he was telling her what she had already done, than telling her what to do, since he said it with such confidence.

  His cock disappeared inch by inch into her ass, and though Ela said no hundreds of times, she remained where she was, her voice getting weaker and weaker, her resistance getting weaker and weaker. And then her eyes opened, and she stared vacantly ahead of her.

  I had a great view of Christian's big cock, deep in her ass, moving in and out, stretching her tight little hole open. It disappeared into her unyielding skin as she screamed about how big it was and how much it hurt.

  He moved relentlessly inside of her, until she finally ended all struggle.

  “That's it,” he said, in triumph. “Just take it now.”

  And she did. She lay there as he pounded her ass for several more minutes. She moaned a little, and drooled from her mouth, closing her eyes at one point as he slammed into her hard.

  Then he slowed, and he panted above her.

  “Not yet, darling girl,” he said.

  He leaned over her, and pulled her up so that she was pressed against his chest. Her hair was wet and clung to his skin in thick, sweaty ropes. She gasped as his cock shifted inside of her, pressing against all new places inside of her. Her eyes went wide with shock. He held her close to him, moving her easily with one muscled arm, and their sweat mingled as their skin mashed against each other's flesh.

  He used his free hand to slide down between Ela's legs. I could not see his fingers as he slid them along her pussy, but I saw Ela's mouth open and her eyes roll back in her head as she sank into the pleasure he was giving her. Her chest heaved more and more quickly as he brought her to a climax that made her stiffen and open her mouth in a silent scream.

  I knew, though I had no personal basis for it, only conjecture, that her ass was clenching tightly around his cock and spasming around his member as her orgasm twisted through her.

  She let out one sharp yelp, and then her pushed her forward, letting her pant on the bed as he slid his cock in and out of her. It was stickier and more wet now, from all the juices that had dribbled down onto her stretched ass.

  I stroked myself furiously now, believing this was near the end and wanting only to be relieved of the ache in my cock.

  But Christian had more in store for Ela. He slid from her ass and pulled her by the ankles to the edge of the bed. I had time, as he shifted himself around, near the headboard and where Ela's head was, to stare at her asshole. It pulsed and quivered, dark black in the center and gaping with his abuse.

  Christian knelt in front of Ela, and tapped her on the head.

  His wet cock, covered in her pussy juices and the invisible filth of inside her most intimate hole, pointed at her as she lifted her head.

  Ela's bad behavior was not over, though. She lifted her mouth to the height of Christian's cock.

  I stared as she opened her mouth. I had a view of her dripping, abused asshole, and the back of her head only partially blocked the view of Christian's rigid cock, and her mouth, as she got ready to pleasure him.

  She flicked her tongue out, without any bidding, to lick the tip of Christian's huge member. He pulled it up, flush with his stomach, so that with a little straining, she could lick the length of his shaft.

  My cock was about to burst. My balls felt like someone had them in a vice.

  Ela's full lips, the same ones I so liked to kiss, closed around the tip of Christian's filthy cock, and she sucked him into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out with the effort.

  He let her lick and suck away for several minutes.

  “That's it,” he said.

  He worked his fingers into her hair, and pulled it hard. As though she were a blow
-up doll, she opened her mouth, with no command at all, and let him slide her face all the way down his shaft. I watched as she took the whole thing in her mouth. Down her throat, all the way in.

  Christian tightened his grip on her hair and held her still. From deep in her throat came a gurgle.

  Then he held her face in place while he began to move his hips. Fucking her mouth and watching his cock slamming into her face, until his stomach muscles tightened, and I knew he was going to come.

  As he came, his white cum splashed into her throat, and she gagged. Splatters of his cum sprayed out of her mouth as he continued to pummel her, and his cum seemed to fill her by the gallons.

  “Swallow,” he said, and he used one hand to grind her face against his pelvis, and the other to close her nostrils shut. I saw Ela's throat, finally, swallowing.

  I had to grasp a jacket, and stuff it into my mouth as my own orgasm rocked through me. Without thinking, my hands found something – I will never know what it was – and I tried to wipe myself off with it. I continued to stare as long as I dared.

  He released her, and she pulled away from him almost reluctantly, licking up every last dribble of his cum.

  And then she looked up, and made this sound I will never forget as long as I live: a naughty, slutty little laugh.

  Christian was now facing my direction, and an instinct for self-preservation kicked in. I released the curtain, and very slowly lowered myself to the floor.

  I had to wait there, while they moved around, deciding on a place to eat, telling each other about their schedules. Showering. Acting like a couple.

  It was true that Christian did not seem particularly bright, or funny. Ela didn't bother with her jokes, or her usual banter. Clearly, she was using him for other things.

  I didn't know if it hurt more or less that what she had told me was really true. It was really just the sex, she had claimed. And from what I heard of the aftermath, it seemed true.

  It was what we had agreed to.

  So why was I feeling what I was feeling?

  They left, and I escaped half an hour later, after walking through the apartment and delving into Ela's things. Smelling her clothes, digging through her drawers. Finding nothing of consequence.