by Livia Lang
“Take it,” she growled, urging him on.
Ryan didn’t waste time. He lined up his thick cock to her pussy’s entrance and slammed himself home. Buried balls deep inside of her, he began to rut like an animal in heat. He slammed into her relentlessly, his grip on her hips so hard Chloe was sure she’d find bruises the next day.
She didn’t care, though. The fucking she was receiving erased anything from her mind except the need for more. More. She could only hold onto the edge of the tub, arch her back, and beg for it.
“That’s right, fuck me hard,” she cried out, egging him on. “Give me more of that big dick.”
Ryan roared and dug his fingers deeper into her curves. He picked up speed, his cock slamming so deep into her that she was sure he’d come out of her throat. She had never been so fiercely impaled, and she loved it.
“I’m going to cum in your cunt,” he growled at last, lifting one hand up to spank her. “I paid for it, and now I’m going to use it and mark it all over.”
The slap on her ass made her pussy tighten around his cock, and the sensation sent Ryan over the edge. He grunted as he pulled himself out of her, covering her ass and back with thick ropes of cum. Her white plush skin was soon sticky with his seed, and she could only slump to the floor, too breathless to move.
She continued to lay there, even as the men quickly washed up and got dressed. Her arms were exhausted from holding herself up, and her pussy was so well used that she couldn’t summon the energy to stand up. By the time Jax and Ryan came back into the bathroom, dressed in their suits, she was on the floor still, letting the cool tile press against her tired, throbbing pussy.
“You were worth every penny,” Jax said as he stood over her. He pulled a stack of cash out of his pocket and let it drop around her.
Ryan followed by throwing another wad of money at her feet. “You are the sexiest whore I’ve ever fucked. I’ll call you soon about another round,” he growled, before turning and walking out without a backward glance.
Chloe whimpered in satisfaction after the men left. She had gotten paid; that was true. But she had also had the best sex of her life.
5
Chloe pulled her white BMW into a curved, paved driveway, and cut the engine. She sighed and stretched her tired back. It was good to be home after a long night of work. Well, perhaps it hadn’t been ‘work’. But it certainly had some very long and hard elements to it.
She carefully got out of the car, fixing her skirt and hair briefly. Her neighborhood hosted large homes and busybody neighbors. In particular, Mrs. Featherbrew from across the street was no doubt pressed against the kitchen windows, binoculars in hand. The last thing Chloe wanted to do was give the old batty woman any fuel for her gossip mill.
Once she felt at least somewhat presentable, Chloe grabbed her purse and shut the car door. She quickly walked up the pathway to the front of her house. It was a large grey Georgian building, with a dark roof and white shutters. It had an impeccably trimmed rose garden in the front, and Chloe paused in front of a bush to pick a single pink flower. She smelled it deeply and smiled to herself as she went inside.
“I’m home,” she called, kicking off her heels in the foyer.
“I’m in the kitchen. I hope you are ready for some eggs,” came a deep, honeyed voice from the back of the house.
Chloe followed the delicious scent of toast and coffee, soon finding herself in her bright, warm kitchen. A tall, dark-haired man stood at the stove, his back to the doorway.
“I thought you’d be hungry after your business trip, so I wanted to surprise you,” he said over his shoulder.
“You are too sweet,” Chloe sighed happily, slipping onto one of the stools lining the breakfast bar.
“Was the drive home ok?”
“Yeah, it went very quick. Although I have to admit, I’m pretty tired.”
“Your meeting wore you out?”
Chloe smiled to herself naughtily. “The negotiations were very hard. I had two eager clients, and we just went back and forth over and over again on the details of the deal. I really felt like they were ganging up on me at times.”
“Sounds rough. Did it work out in the end?”
“Oh, I think we all came away very satisfied with how it ended. Don’t you agree, Ryan?”
Ryan turned around from the stove, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, I’m certainly satisfied. And I think Jack certainly would say the same. I dropped him back at his house, and he immediately fell onto the couch. He’ll probably wake up sometime tomorrow, still worn out from the way you worked him.”
“What can I say? I take pride in my job,” Chloe replied, winking at him. “Can you get me a cup of coffee?”
Ryan grabbed a mug out of the cabinet and began fixing her drink. While he did so, Chloe took a long moment to admire her husband. His broad shoulders and strong back looked divine in a simple white t-shirt, and his cotton flannel pants were hugging his butt in ways that made her bite her lip.
It wasn’t just his body, as insanely fine as it was, that drove her wild, however. She had always liked that he was not a jealous, controlling man. In fact, he wanted nothing more than for her to grow and experience the world, with him cheering her on. Ryan never tried to hold her back, and she loved him even more for it.
That was what had begun their secret double life. Ryan had realized she was bored as a housewife in their stuffy new neighborhood, perhaps even before Chloe herself knew the full extent of her ennui. Being a caring husband, Ryan had suggested that she start a new hobby, and thus their little role play games had been born. They acted out some of their favorite fantasies, growing closer as they shared their love with others.
Ryan set the mug down in front of her and leaned over the bar to give her a quick kiss. “You still smell like sex,” he said softly as they broke apart, lust in his eyes.
“Aren’t you going to ask what I’m going to do with all that money I made last night?” she said playfully, running a hand up his arm and making him shiver.
“And what are you planning?”
“I’m going to buy some very sexy new underwear. I’m thinking a sheer black teddie – so thin it’ll practically be tissue paper. You’ll be able to see everything from my nipples to my little pink lips when I wear it.” She paused to grin at him wickedly. “Maybe I’ll wear it the next time I let you watch me fuck another man’s cock.”
Ryan growled and was around the breakfast bar in seconds. He spun Chloe around on her stool, spreading her legs, so they hung on either side of his hips. “I love it when you talk like that,” he said, hiking up her dress to reveal her bare pussy. “And no panties either. You really are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“Did you like watching me with Jax? Did you enjoy seeing his dick slide into my tight pussy, making me cream all over him?”
Chloe knew she was pushing Ryan’s buttons hard and could see his cock practically punching its way out of his pants. She loved teasing him like this, watching the man she adored go wild with lust for her. Other men would turn cold or fade away at the thought of their wife enjoying someone else. Ryan only fucked her harder.
“My favorite part was watching you suck him off. You gobbled his cock like a proper little whore,” Ryan said, running his hands up her thighs. “You should have seen the way your tits were bouncing as you came with his dick down your throat.”
Chloe squirmed on the barstool, the pulse of need intensifying between her legs. She had to have Ryan again; the desire was burning her up inside. She decided to push him past the point of no return.
“He tasted so good, Ryan. His hot cum running down my throat. As I swallowed it, all I could think about was you. I could feel your eyes on me as I drank him up, and it made me so wet,” she whispered, reaching down to tug on her nipples. “And even though he tasted so good, yours is even better.”
“Damn right. You know whose cock you really love,” her husband said thickly in return, his animal side coming out.
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Ryan dropped his pajamas pants down his legs with a single tug and pulled out his thick cock. He lined himself up to her slick opening and pushed the tip of himself inside, teasing her. “You like that, my dirty wife-slut?”
Chloe hissed in pleasure and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips. The stool wasn’t very sturdy, but she knew Ryan would never let her fall. His powerful arms were holding on to her thighs firmly, and all she could do was put her hands on his shoulders and let her body go limp for his use.
“Fuck me, Ryan,” she said, looking deep into his eyes.
Ryan pushed his hips forward, sinking slowly into her hot canal. She was well stretched and used by this point, but that didn’t stop her body from craving every inch of him. As he filled her up, she closed her eyes, groaning deeply.
“God, I love this pussy,” he growled, before bucking into her in earnest.
He slid in and out quickly, bringing them both to the orgasm they needed so desperately. He clutched her tightly, buried his face into her neck, and kissed her hot skin. Their moans and the squeaking of the barstool filled the kitchen, blocking out anything but their lovemaking.
Chloe soon came apart, her body melting under his thrusts and pleasure coming out in waves from deep within her. She dug her nails into his back, clinging to him as she screamed his name. Ryan soon followed, slamming himself to the hilt before emptying himself deep inside of her.
It took several minutes for them to catch their breath and come down from their highs. When Ryan, at last, was able to pull himself out, he looked down at her pussy, which was puffy and slick with their combined juices. He took a finger and rubbed it in the wetness and stuck it into her mouth.
Chloe slid her tongue slowly along the length his finger, massaging it tenderly before sucking on the whole thing brazenly. She loved the taste of his cum, especially when it was mixed with her sweet flavor.
“Delicious,” she purred out after letting his finger slip from her lips.
He ran his finger over her lower folds again before placing it in his mouth. He nodded happily as he too tasted the sweet mixture. “A good breakfast, if I do say so,” he replied with a wink. “Although, I did go through all this trouble of making you eggs and toast.”
“I can’t wait to eat. I’m pretty famished after the workouts you’ve given me this morning. Bring the plates to the dining room; I’ll grab our drinks.”
They soon settled down at the table, big smiles on both of their faces. However, after they had eaten their fill and were relaxing in the morning sun, Chloe’s face turned serious. She looked at Ryan, twisting her napkin in her lap.
“You don’t think you’ll ever regret the games we play, do you?” she asked, tentatively.
“Of course not. What brought this on?” he asked, leaning across the table to take her hand in his own.
“I was just thinking how perfect this is, enjoying a wonderful morning with you. After sharing such an intensely erotic experience the night before. Most people would think we were mad for allowing others into our sex life or to explore some of these dark fantasies. But it feels right to me - safe and wonderful. And I just hope that never changes.”
“Babe, you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. And our bedroom life is the stuff of fucking dreams. I seriously can’t believe that I get to watch my beautiful wife take on another man, all while she looks at me with nothing but love. Yeah, our prudish neighbors would think that is mad. But it works for us, and to me, there is nothing more intimate than knowing I can trust you so completely. We can explore the bodies of others, but our hearts are always together. Love is a complex, crazy beast, but I know what I have with you is the real deal. Don’t worry about anything changing or having regrets.”
Chloe smiled at him, her heart almost aching with love. “You, my dear, are wonderful.” She picked up his hand and placed a single kiss on the backside. “Have I told you that enough?”
Ryan smiled tenderly back at her. “As are you, Chloe. Now, how about we take the rest of the day as a date day? We can go to the park and maybe have lunch on the lake?”
Chloe jumped up and ran around the table to fall into his lap. “Sounds perfect. Then I want you to fuck me again, nice and slow this time.”
“I’m sure I could schedule that in,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
Epilogue
Four weeks later, Chloe was settled on the couch, a glass of red wine in her hand, when Ryan came home from work. She was already in her pajamas, a silky little black nightie, and she had her long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun.
He smiled from the doorway at her as he loosened his tie. “Have a good day?”
“It was ok,” she sighed, melting further back into the pillows. “Rather boring in all honesty. Mrs. Featherbrew caught me in the garden, and I had to listen to her conspiracy theories for thirty minutes before I could escape.”
“That’s sounds dreadful.” He gave her a sympathetic look as he walked over to give her shoulder a little squeeze. “I’m surprised you managed to escape without her signing you up to some bake sale or something.”
“You have no idea. How was your day?”
He plopped down beside her and took her glass of wine. After a quick swig, he passed it back and sighed. “Boring also. You can only listen to the CEO talk about ‘company dynamics’ and ‘group synergy’ so many times before contemplating jumping out of one of the office windows.”
“I think we need something to cheer us up,” she said before taking another sip of wine.
“Oh, I already have something up my sleeve.” He raised his eyebrow at her seductively. “Jax pulled me aside at work today and said he was also feeling restless. Said he wanted another night with my favorite escort.”
Chloe’s stomach flipped at the thought. “Oh really? Did he say what he wanted to buy my services for?”
“Apparently, he has bought several new toys on the internet, and can’t wait to use them. I’d expect he wants to paddle and flog you all night.” Ryan leaned close and whispered the next part huskily in her ear. “I also think he wants to fuck that little ass until you can’t walk straight.”
A small moan escaped Chloe’s lips as she thought about the strapping blonde man riding her ass. So far, she’d only ever let Ryan do that to her. The idea of having someone else inside her tightest hole was exhilarating. By the look on Ryan’s face, he felt the same way.
“Tell him we can do it on Friday. I’ll book a room at the normal hotel. Maybe, this time, you can videotape it so we can watch it later?”
“Whatever you want,” Ryan said before leaning in to kiss her. “We’ll make it perfect.”
Chloe smiled happily as she snuggled into her husband. “What great news to end the day with. Thank god you allow me to be such a freak.”
“It’s my favorite thing about you.” He gave her a final kiss before reluctantly getting up from the couch. “Now, how about you stay there and keep drinking wine while I order us some take out?”
Chloe nodded and watched his firm ass as he left the room. Not every marriage worked like hers, but she felt extremely lucky to have found the perfect partner for her.
Also by Livia Lang
Isaac Walters needs an heir, and he needs it soon. If he doesn’t fulfill the final provision of his grandfather’s will, he will lose out on millions. He just needs the right woman to put his child into.
Enter Lillian Scott – his curvy, clumsy, and shy maid. Can he convince the bashful beauty to go along with his depraved, taboo deal? Or will his desires be too much for her to handle?
Warning: This naughty tale is over-the-top sexy with a sprinkling of sweetness. If you love your stories short and steamy, be sure to grab this one up!
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