Chapter 30
Happy V-Day...
Our first year of marriage was filled with many risqué sexcapades. On Valentine's Day, which was also a little over a month after our wedding, I decided to surprise my husband at work for once. After a quick trip the day before to Agent Provocateur, I came into his Upper East Side office. The über young, blonde receptionist told me my husband was still out in a meeting. She offered to open his office for me so I could wait for him there.
"Mrs. Bruel, right this way. I'm sure Louis will be happy to see you once he gets back."
So I'm Mrs. Bruel but my husband is Louis, I thought to myself with a ping of something that was bordering on jealousy and animosity.
"Stephanie, you can call me Emily, especially since I'm probably younger than you."
There we go now, I feel better for her calling her boss by his first name. She gave me a knowing smile and unlocked Louis' office.
I was wearing a Diana Von Furstenberg wrap around red polka dot dress and I had on my black satin corset with crotchless underwear hiding underneath. It was early afternoon. I hoped Louis wouldn't take too long with his meeting or I might lose my nerve.
I walked around his office doing a little snooping. I found our wedding picture prominently displayed on his desk, which made me happy. He had a huge jar full of Twizzlers. He consumed an obscene amount of that confection every day. I also found a picture of a ten-year-old Louis with his dad in an open jeep. They were both wearing safari hats. God, he looked so much like his dad. I smiled to myself thinking about what our kids would one day look like.
I wondered if I shouldn't wait for him to come back before I stripped, and instead just wait for him in my sexy lingerie behind his desk or on his couch. I called Stephanie up front.
"Stephanie, when my husband gets back make sure he's alone and don't let him know I'm here. I'd like to surprise him."
"Okay Mrs.—I mean Emily. No problem."
Forty minutes later I could hear the lock turn and the door start to open. My heart was beating out of my chest with anticipation. Louis walked through the door slowly, his eyes looking down at some paperwork he was holding, not yet taking in my presence. He looked preoccupied and deep in thought.
I was lying down in my tight satin corset with my boobs pushed up almost up to my neck. I had my legs slightly parted so that my sex was peeking out of my crotchless satin underwear. I still had my black Manolo Blahnik heels on with my knees somewhat bent so that the heels dug into the green leather couch. He walked right past me and went to sit behind his desk, fetching a Twizzler. I guess I blended into the surroundings. The couch was positioned on his left against the window and across from the door. I started to touch myself by running my fingers down my satin corset. Louis noticed the movement and lifted his gaze. Our eyes locked.
Surprise then shock registered on his face. Still silently assessing my ensemble, I could see the beginning of what looked like a smile creep onto his beautiful lips. Not looking away from me Louis picked up his phone and snapped his command, "Hold my calls and cancel my appointments, something just came up." No hello, no goodbye, no thank you, just point-blank like he always was: wham, bam, thank you ma'am. He dropped the Twizzler and got up, still not looking away from me. He walked over and locked the door. He removed his jacket and threw it on the floor. He then sat in a chair at the foot of the couch facing me. His no nonsense attitude was beyond hot. My heart rate started picking up. My hand had now made the journey to my exposed crotch.
Louis leaned back, getting comfortable on the chair and loosening his tie. He put his right foot over his left knee. He rested his chin on a propped up hand and just watched me. I was incited to put on an erotic show for my indulgent husband. I parted my legs marginally to give him a better view of my wet sex. I played with my aching clit, rubbing my moisture into it. Him just staring at me with no words was a little unnerving. I wanted to know if this was as hot for him as it was for me. I slipped a wet finger inside my pussy. Louis' eyes widened and his breath hitched with the sound of my finger entering my wet slit; yes, he was affected by my brazen behavior in his office. I brought my other hand back up and lowered the breast cup of the corset. My boob jiggled out of its confines and a stiff nipple emerged, saluting its master. I started squeezing the nipple between my fingers. I hadn't yet looked away from him.
Louis ran his dark gaze up and down my body, watching me masturbate for him. That little display of mine felt very raunchy and risqué with him egging me on. I started to moan in a low voice. My own finger worked me to chase my climax. I was grinding my hips into my fingers. Louis was with me. He was taking in long slow breaths. He dropped his propped leg from his knee and leaned forward with both elbows coming to rest on his parted outstretched thighs.
My boobs were big enough that if I wanted to, and I did right then, I could reach down and suck my own nipples. I lowered my head and cupped my breast, bringing it close to my mouth. I started sucking my own firm nipple. When my lips closed around my rigid bud, Louis let out his first sound. "Fuck," was all he said before he took hold of his straining hard-on. Him touching himself was exciting. I started massaging my clit at warp speed. I was groaning like a caged animal from the sight of my husband finally losing control.
Louis jumped off the chair. He unzipped and freed his cock in the blink of an eye. He was working his shaft so hard it looked painful. He was now standing close, hunched over me. I looked up at him releasing my wet nipple with a pop and leaned toward him opening my mouth wide. We needed no verbal communication. Our eyes did all the talking. Louis positioned his cock at my mouth and cupped my jaw with his free hand. As soon as my lips came in contact with his tip he closed his eyes. He was holding me with one hand and his cock with the other. He was feeding me his cock one inch at a time. I tried to take as much of him as I could without suffocating. The taste of him and the scent of him made me frantically massage my clit. Louis let go of my jaw and lowered his hand to test my arousal.
"Fuck baby!"
We were operating on sentences composed of two words—max. His fingers found my sweet spot and he drove two long talented fingers inside my drenched channel. His fingers did a much better job than I ever could. I clenched my jaw around his cock at his invasion. I was close. I could feel my body start to give in to the building eruption within my core. I started moaning with Louis lodged in my throat. I was still rubbing my clit and holding onto his submerged hand as I started to explode.
Our vulgar sight was playing out in the back of my closed eyelids, which only kept the waves of pleasure coming over me. I was still holding Louis' hand clenched deep in me when he stopped pumping his hips into my now lax mouth. He removed his fingers from my hole and let go of his cock. He grasped my head with both hands over my hair and pushed himself unbearably deep into my mouth. He belted out my name and purged his cum deep into my throat. When we finished our lewd display of passion, we were both ready to collapse.
"Nice to see you, Mrs. Bruel. What brings you to this neck of the woods?" he said as if we hadn't just gotten one another off in the kinkiest, most shameless mid-day booty call.
"It was the wood that brought me here, Mr. Bruel," I answered smugly. He dropped to his knees and finally kissed me hello.
"Is that really what I taste like?" he asked, making a pained face.
I nodded, "It's an acquired taste. I'm not sure I'd survive without it, much like you and your Twizzlers."
"It's a good thing you taste nothing like my cum."
We laughed. I finally got off the couch and sat on my husband's lap. "Happy Valentine's Day," I announced.
"Em, you're the only Jew I know who celebrates every goddamn holiday."
"What? Everybody celebrates Valentine's Day. It's the day of love."
"Baby, I'm not complaining. You can wear sexy lingerie for me for Christmas, Easter, St. Patrick's Day; I fucking love it. Wherever you got this outfit go back and get more. Better yet, call them up and
order one of everything in the store. I plan to watch the surveillance video of you getting yourself off in my office every day."
I blushed, realizing someone could see that tape.
"Relax … I'm the only one with access to that footage."
I exhaled, relaxing at the thought of our crude act staying private.
"I can't go back to work after that," Louis said, running his fingers up and down my satin corset.
"Your receptionist calls you Louis and not Mr. Bruel. Why?"
"I don't like when young girls call me Mr. Bruel. It makes me feel like a molester."
I shot him the look of death and got off his lap before he had a chance to stop me.
"Em, it's not like that."
"Didn't you tell me those same words before you humped me in your car?"
He got up to come after me. He wrapped his hands around me engulfing me from behind.
"The only person I ever want to molest is you. Please, never think I could possibly want anyone but you."
I really believed him that day. I would never want another man and was certain that my gorgeous husband felt the same way about me. I guess it's true what they say about blondes; we're not the sharpest tools in the box.
Chapter 31
Almost legal... and pregnant
After being married a little less than a year Louis and I found out we were going to be parents. I think we went through seven pregnancy tests and even after that we were both still in denial. Our plan was for it to be just the two of us for at least two years before we started thinking about kids. I wasn't on the pill and Louis refused to even look at a condom.
My sister and Mike were having trouble conceiving and we didn't think it could just happen to us without us trying. Thinking back, that was really silly of us. It's not like we were only having sex once a week. We were sometimes fornicating several times a day. Of course we would inevitably make a baby.
I secretly told JenJen, Sara, and my mother, but Louis didn't know. I remember Eddie telling Louis once he found out we were expecting, that we'd have to postpone my twenty-first birthday party. My due date was July 1st, which would mean that on my twenty-first birthday I would already have a little baby in my arms. We had a big party planned out where we'd all congregate in Las Vegas for the weekend and get obliterated on alcohol. Sara and I were especially excited that we could finally drink legally. So what did I do? I went and got myself knocked up.
"You are such a stupid cow. First you marry the first gorgeous millionaire you meet and now you go and start having his beautiful kids." Sara always made me laugh. I was always shocked at the stuff that came out of her mouth. How could someone who looked elegant and sweet have such a colorful tongue?
"You're just upset about Vegas. You could still go and drink yourself into a coma without me."
"First of all, my birthday is before yours and second, Eddie promised to take me to Amsterdam where, no question, I'm getting high. Thirdly, the only way I'm going to Vegas is with my favorite bitch. I'm not interested in getting drunk on my own. I can do that in New York every day."
"Thank you for holding off on Vegas until we can enjoy it together."
"No worries; once you become a mommy I promise me and Guns N' Roses will take you to Paradise City." She smiled her mischievous, cute little pouty smile at me.
We were hanging out on my seventh floor outdoor treetop terrace, all bundled up in our jackets. It was a few days before New Year's Eve and my one-year wedding anniversary. Sara was back home from Brown University and we'd just had a Christmas tree delivered upstairs. We were both Jewish but just like every Jew in Manhattan around holiday time, we too wished we could have a Christmas tree to call our own. We settled for having a New Year's tree that we got to decorate. This year the theme was liquor. We decorated the whole massive seven-foot tree in little chocolate liquor filled bottles and tiny little lights.
"I can't believe Louis and I are going to be parents."
"You have been shocking me from the day we graduated high school. I would never in a million years have thought that you would fall so hard and so fast for the first guy who shoved his tongue, among other things, down your throat. It's like someone pushed a button and life just started for you. I wish I could find that same button. I'm sick of the losers I keep ending up with."
Sara had been serial dating her way through the last two years of her higher education. You couldn't tell by looking at her how promiscuous she really was. Sara lost her virginity at fifteen to her brother's best friend, Jeffery. I'm the only person besides Sara and Jeff who knows that. I promised to take their secret to my grave. Eddie, for one, would break Jeff's dick off. So would Jeff's wife, who was his girlfriend at the time he and Sara had sex. Well, I know they secretly still fucked but Sara was tight lipped about that, knowing I'd rip her a new asshole for sleeping around with a married man.
"I'm sure you'll find a nice guy. Stop dating random jerks and your problems are solved."
"I don't want a nice guy. The nice ones are boring and suck balls in the sack. I need someone hot who knows how to use his big penis."
This girl had no filter. Even though I thought that, I would never say it out loud. That's why we were best friends; Sara could say what I thought better than me.
"Okay, Sara, I'm sure you'll find a hot dangerous guy with a big dick who knows how to use it."
Of course, that's when my husband decided to sneak up on me from behind to check up on my New Year's tree-decorating progress.
"I hope you were describing me, little girl."
"Who else, Louis? You're the only dick I know."
"Very nice. And let's work on keeping it that way." Louis kissed the top of my head. He pulled Sara in for a group hug. "Sara, if you want I can introduce you to a few dicks I know."
"Thank you my wonderful friend-in-law. I think I will stick to fetching my own dick on my own time."
Louis then eyed our beautiful tree, raising his eyebrow at it. "Why is the tree covered in little chocolate bottles?"
"It is in honor of our upcoming twenty-first birthdays. But thanks to you knocking me up, now I won't be drinking." I made a sad face at Sara for a full theatrical performance.
"You two are making a real meal of this drinking shit. Sara, you have been drinking since starting Brown and Em, you hate the taste of alcohol. Who cares how old you are?"
"Louis, don't be a crab. It's just symbolic. You're just too old to remember turning twenty-one," Sara retorted, trying to stand up for our choice of tree ornaments this year.
"I see two Jewish American Princesses decorating a Christmas tree on New Year's. What does that symbolize?" Louis asked, laughing and pointing to our beautiful New Year's tree. Louis didn't get me at all.
"It symbolizes that I have an ass for a husband." I was about to storm off and go back inside when he pulled me into him. He put his hands around my waist and cupped my growing belly.
"It only symbolizes how much I love my crazy wife who celebrates every goddamn holiday under the sun." He leaned down to kiss the area right under my ear, which sent a jolt of heat right to my crotch. I could hear Sara groaning her disgust in the background. But I was already melting into my husband's touch. All he needed to do was touch me, and the whole world vanished.
"I'm out of here. I'm not into watching without participation!" Sara called out before I heard the sound of the elevator gate slam shut behind her. I said bye silently in my head.
"Why do you always make my friend leave?"
He continued nuzzling down my neck, moving whatever came in between his lips and my skin.
"I didn't make her leave baby. She could've stayed and watched, but she said she wasn't into that. Now where should I fuck my wife?"
"Bed please…"
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I loved being pregnant. Louis and I were both surprised at how sexy he found my body during pregnancy. It was spring in New York. We flew to our villa in Turks and Caicos
to escape the city life a little. I was about six months pregnant. Other than my growing tummy and overfilled boobs I didn't seem pregnant. My face and legs were still skinny, and I really didn't get bloated.
"How is it possible that I find you more attractive with a huge belly? It should be wrong for me to want to fuck my pregnant wife in the positions that I have you in my head."
I was just waking up from a restful night. My sleep position of choice pre-pregnancy was on my stomach. However, at six months pregnant I became more of a back sleeper. Waking up on my back had its advantages. Louis always got up before me to run. While in Turks he would run on the beach. Lately I'd noticed he'd been skipping his running routine in order to administer the most sinful wakeup calls for his pregnant wife. A few nights earlier I'd woken up to him halfway inside me. I was startled by the intrusion but my husband assured me that he had made sure I was dripping wet and ready for his needy cock. That morning Louis was lying beside me running his fingers up and down my naked blooming belly. I could tell he really was struggling with himself for finding my new body appealingly sexy.
"The doctor said we don't have to abstain from any sexual activity. So we could fuck away."
"Knowing that my seed did that to you is intoxicating. It gives me such a high to mark you like that for everyone to see. Em, I love how voluptuous you are everywhere. Will you let me do whatever I want to do to you?"
"My body is at your disposal. Lick it, suck it, and fuck it as much as you want. Just don't hurt the baby."
I was insatiable before I was pregnant. Now the pregnancy hormones definitely made me a total nympho. I wanted Louis to make love to me all the time. He was only too happy to oblige. My biggest craving was not for food these days, but for my husband's cock, preferably in my mouth. I did have to pee every hour so that was the only downside to being with child, as Louis liked to say.
"Before you get too excited I need to go take care of business. I don't want to pee on you or the bed."
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