by C. M. Steele
IN FOR A SURPRISE
Michael and Sarah
By C.M. Steele
Copyright © 2014 Crystal McKeown
All Rights Reserved
Prologue:
Sarah crawled out of bed as quickly and as quietly as she could, making sure not to disturb her husband. Barely making it to the bathroom, in the guest bedroom down the hall, she retch her guts out. Once she was done losing the contents of her belly, she rinsed her face and mouth and smiled at the woman looking back at her. “Michael is in for a surprise!” she squealed to herself. She had an appointment with the doctor today to double check but she was sure that she was having his baby. She snuck back into their room and noticed that her handsome muscular man was lying on his back now with a morning gift for her. Sneakily she reached for the covers, pulling them down she grabbed hold of her prize and savored the deliciousness of her man.
Michael Vitale had been married a full year and life was sweet. His wife was the most beautiful, sexy and perfect woman he had ever seen and he had seen many. He was not a playboy by any sense of the word, but he was already thirty-three by the time he had met his sassy little woman, Sarah Owen. She had been subbing for her Aunt as his personal assistant when they became a couple, but he was already in love with her for six months by then. In fact it was his maneuvering that got her in his sights after their first initial encounter. He wanted her as his woman and went for it, he had no regrets to the scheming and plans he had put into action to make her his. He was a possessive beast with his girl. He loved her and she was his. No, if, ands, or buts about it. He would crush anyone who fucked what was his. Sarah was all that he could want in a wife. He had grown up on the streets in Sicily and had learned to be tough and she was the only person who had the ability to crush him.
Today he was going to meet her for lunch but she called while he was in a meeting and his assistant said she was not feeling well and wanted to rest so she canceled. “She said she wasn’t feeling well? Are you sure? What did she say was wrong?” I didn’t even give my assistant time to answer before I bombarded him with my questions. I was going to lose my shit. My girl was sick and that wasn’t good. I can’t take anything happening to my woman. “Jeff, cancel all of meetings for the rest of the day. I am going to go home.” He left the office like a bat out of hell. It would take about forty five minutes to get home and he was stressing. He called her cell but she didn’t pick up, then he remembered Jeff said she was going to rest. Maybe she was sleeping she had a long day and night, yesterday. Last night they had a fundraiser to go to and they didn’t even make it in the door before he was on his knees worshipping her sweet little pussy. They fucked for hours. He didn’t need his alarm this morning; she had gone and woke him up with her beautiful lips wrapped around his cock.
He made it home in record time. “Hey baby, I’m home.” No noise was made until Frankie came barreling to the front door of their house, wagging his tail. They had moved to a large house almost the size of a mansion in Orland Park, a suburb outside of Chicago. They sold their condo downtown four months ago because he wanted to raise a family and it wouldn’t do to have a child grow up without a yard. “Hey boy where is your pretty mama?” The blue-eyed husky panted and continued to stare excitedly at his master. She had named after the man, Frank Sinatra because of those eyes. She said she would have named it after me since she loved my blue eyes. But she would leave that name for when she gave me a son. Could it be? She had been different lately; she seemed temperamental all the time and horny as fuck. Could it be that his wife was giving him a family? It could make sense. It would explain why his baby girl was sick and tired. When they first got together he started looking up about the whole pregnancy process and how to raise a baby. He wanted to learn everything he could so he could be the dad he never had. They were trying to have a baby for almost a whole year now. Well he was at least. After they married he asked her to get off the birth control pills but she argued against it. Since he was busy at work he relented but whether she was pregnant or not she was getting off them damn things. They practiced every day and night and he couldn’t get enough of her. He was hoping it would fail. It couldn’t protect her from all his little guys. Well he knew it could but he couldn’t help but hope. They said that shit was only 99%, my boys had a one percent chance and I gave it to her as often as possible.
She wanted to wait and continue her career. He was totally against that shit. She was his wife and he was wealthier than he could ever have dreamed he would be and could give her anything she wanted. There was no need for her to work. It was her job to stay home and wait for me with nothing on waiting to satisfy and to be satisfied. He wished. The woman drove him insane. Sarah argued that it was a waste because she had earned her MBA. He finally convinced her two months ago to give it up. She quit her job and now she had more time for me. What I am selfish when it comes to her. I want her all of time. It isn’t just the mind-blowing sex, I love seeing her laugh and smile. She is the light in my dark world. He wasn’t going to lie it was her body too and those amazing eyes. He craved her succulent body at all hours of the day. Sarah could be wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt and he would still find her hot. She would hardly ever go shopping but when she did it was the sexiest things on the shelves. Sometimes the jealous primitive man came out when she wore those outfits. Ha, who was he kidding. Every outfit she wore caused the caveman in him come out. He loved and lusted after his wife. Today she wasn’t feeling well and he needed to fix that.
He moved through the house looking for his beloved bride. Michael had searched through the whole house and she was nowhere to be found. He was frantic with worry. “Jeff what did my wife say exactly.” “Sir, she said that she was not feeling well and didn’t want to travel. She was going to take a nap and if I could give you the message.” “How many times have I said if she calls you interrupt whatever I am doing?” Jeff seemed worried, he knew he should have just interrupted his conference call. “Mrs. Vitale asked me not to bother you.” “Fine but remember I am your boss not her. Damn woman.” He hung up and wondered if she had gotten sick and had to go the hospital. Hoping it wasn’t that bad he dialed her number; she picked up right before it went to voicemail and spoke before he could as her where she was at.
“Hey babe, I am sorry I couldn’t come to lunch today. I am so sleepy. I am just trying to stay awake. I think I have a bug.” Something was wrong with her tone. He knew she was terrible liar, but not as bad as he thought because he really believed she was sick but her voice was off. She was lying to him. Is that why she didn’t want to talk to him this morning? Hell no. Was she trying to claim she was home right now? Michael was starting to see red and the pain in his chest was building. He needed to calm his shit down and find out what was up.
He would play it off he wanted to know what the love of his life was doing and why she would intentionally lie to him. He trusted her with everything he had, no matter how many men looked at his woman he knew that she would give them the time of day. Well he thought he did. “Sarah, are you laying down right now. You should be. I will be home straight after work today to make sure you are taking care of yourself. If not you are going to be in trouble. Cara, do not make me spank you.”
“Promises, promises. Yes I am lying in our comfortable bed, resting and missing you.” With a loud yawn, “I am sorry I am so sleepy. I will talk to you later. I love you.” With that the line clicked and Michael felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Michael wanted to smash his phone against the wall. He felt his heart crumbling. He was sitting on the supposed bed she was lying on. What the fuck was going on? He had been on cloud nine up until her call to his office an hour ag
o. She thought she was slick, she knew he had meetings all day and would be busy but she hadn’t realized that he was so crazy about her that he would run home if he thought something was wrong. Now his world was upside down.
He was going to find out what she was keeping from him. Heaven help her, if it was another man. He would murder the bastard. Just wait until she got home. He returned to the office and attempted to work and not jump to any conclusions after all perhaps it was a surprise for his birthday which was in a few days. He would be turning 35 and maybe she was planning something. Yes that had to be it. He had to believe that or he would fall apart right here in his office. He called Jeff into his office and they went over the rescheduling of his meetings and calls. Then he sent him home for the day. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts, which were always of her. Her aunt had quit working for me after Sarah and I got married and I hired a new male assistant, Jeff a pretty boy who was way too good looking to be around Sarah but, I would give my wife no reason to doubt my fidelity. I had trouble with pesky PAs in the past, before I met my wife, that wanted to get laid in my office, but it wasn’t happening. That was until I met Sarah. Her, I took over my desk countless times, in different ways. He was getting hard just thinking about it. Sarah always enjoyed their passionate lunch rendezvous’. He couldn’t understand why she would need another man. She had never given him a reason to think otherwise, until today. Hell she was blowing him this morning.
By the time he left work he was so conflicted, his heart hurt. The woman he loved with everything that he was or ever could be was keeping something from him. She lied directly to him; he wanted answers but he was afraid to ask. Asking could destroy his world. Tomorrow he would have her followed. He called one of his friends who owed him a favor. It was good. Now time to deal with the lying wife.
“I got to go. Michael is home.” Sarah said in a hushed tone. Michael had walked into the house. He thought he had been quiet but not quiet, enough. She was in the kitchen facing the opened fridge wearing some cute little shorts and a blue tank top. Did she wear that out today? He sure as hell hoped not, it may be 75 degrees out but he didn’t want every bastard out there staring at his sexy wife’s body. She was lying about where the fuck she was today and her outfit said fuck me. He was possessive about her as he could get. She was the center of his universe and he was afraid that he would be destroyed should she leave him. Not going to happen. Nope, no way in hell was she going to walk out his life. He was going to fight for her and get rid of the competition.
“Who were you talking to?” His tone told her that he was angry and suspicious. She turned around shocked at his quick appearance in the kitchen. Sarah had heard the front door open but she didn’t hear him walk in the kitchen. She was afraid that he had heard part of her conversation.
The look on her face told him that the conversation she was having was not for his ears. He was angry. Was she talking to her lover? It hurt to think she was.
“Cara, I will not ask you again, who the hell were you talking to?” He walked up to his wife. Fury was quite evident in his eyes along with a touch of pain which he masked quickly.
“Just Stacy…” He pulled the phone from her hands and looked at her call logs. Relief crossed his features and she knew what he had thought. He thought she was having an affair. She wasn’t going to get angry about his jealously and mistrust because she was lying to him. Could he tell earlier that she was lying to him? Damn the man could read her so well. That’s why she begged Jeff not to transfer the call to him, she knew he was in a meeting and it was her opportunity to avoid detection. She didn’t want to lie to him. He was her everything. She loved her possessive caveman. Sarah fell in love with him the first moment she laid eyes on her fine Sicilian man, at her Aunt’s birthday bash.
She hoped he wouldn’t question her, so before he could say anything she added, “Dinner is done, Michael. Come sit.” She grabbed his hand, and her touch that was once so precious to him felt tainted. It had set off his temper. The thought of another man being the recipient of her touch had him ready to dominate and stake claim to his wife. “Sarah…” That was all that he said before he captured her mouth with his. The kiss was frenzied, passionate and possessive, just the way she liked it. He picked her up and placed her on the table. “I am not hungry for dinner. I want my dessert.” He attacked the shorts she had on and ripped her panties, sliding down to his knees and spreading her thighs wide, he needed to taste his wife. This pussy was his, in fact he was thinking he would get “Property of Michael Vitale” stamped right there. Parting her folds with his thumbs he licked her with a need to mark her as his. She was losing her composure. Sarah loved when he went down on her. She was squirming pushing his face into her cunt. Inserting two fingers in her he was rewarded with her screams she came just as he nibbled on her clit. “Michael!!!” He felt triumphant. She came and shouted his name. But he was not done by a long stretch.
He pulled her down and took her to their room. He was going to make her forget any other man but him. He was going to be rough with her, his anger was palpable. Michael took off his shirt as he pulled her alongside the bed she had claimed to have slept on this afternoon. Thinking about it got him angrier. “Take him out, Cara.” She loved when he was demanding like this. His accent was thick with tension. Sarah had never been submissive to any man but with Michael it was different. Sarah knew she should be outraged by his volatile behavior but she just wanted more. She knew that he would never really hurt her. Michael had always worried about her safety and even with his beastly attitude she still felt safe in his arms. She craved his dominance.
“On your knees, Sarah. Suck me.” Michael loved the feel of her velvet tongue licking his straining cock. She took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around him. The view was amazing. Normally he wouldn’t come in her mouth because he preferred to come while was fucking her but she needed to know who her man was and that she wouldn’t be leaving him for no one else. “Sarah, you ever betray me with another man and I will kill the bastard.” Holding the sides of her head he began to fuck her mouth. He was a large man in all sense of the word. He was six three and worked out daily. His cock made his body look small. He had been blessed with a ten inch cock that was thick as hell. Normally he would not pound away in her mouth but she needed to be taught a lesson. She had become an expert at blowing him and he couldn’t get enough. She learned to take it deep, putting porn stars to shame. He knew it turned her on as well. Her pussy was always dripping with her need when she sucked him. Even now she had one hand stroking him while the other was playing with her pussy. “I am going to come in your mouth. Swallow.” With a growl from deep within his chest, his release shot straight down her throat. She lapped all of it up.
She shouldn’t be so turned on by his behavior but she was. They had kinky hardcore sex before. In fact plenty of time in many different places, but he was hurt by what he perceived as a betrayal and he was taking it out on her. Sarah heard the hurt in his voice as he threatened her. A few more days and he would understand why she was lying to him.
He pulled her up into his embrace. She needed to ease his mind. “I love you, Michael. I would never betray us.” He felt calm for a moment before he thought about the fact that she was getting better at lying to him. She had him fooled this morning before he came home to care for her lying ass.
“We will see.” While kissing her fiercely he picked her up and flipped her on the bed face down. Standing behind her with his feet on the floor he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Gripping her hips he grabbed at her pussy and inserted a finger inside to see she was dripping wet. She moaned out her need, raising her rear seeking his hand. Her need was back with a vengeance. She enjoyed when he ate her out but nothing felt as good as when he was inside her. Without warning he smacked her on her ass. “This is mine Sarah. I own your ass. All of you. No one else touches you, you hear me?” He pulled her hair hard but not enough to hurt her. He brought her lips to his as he kissed her, angri
ly. “Answer me damn it. You are mine. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “Good.” He gruffly replied.
Without further ado, he thrust his large cock in her warm pussy. She cried out with pleasure from the invasion. He leaned down, his chest on her back. Michael caressed her breasts as he kissed and bit her in between her shoulder and her neck. Seeing the evidence of his mark on her spurred him on. “Mine.” He shouted over and over again as he gripped her hips and drilled her to the bed. Tonight nothing was going to be out of bounds. He wanted it all and he was going to get it. Slowing down for a moment, he ran his fingers over her clit and back trailing her juices to her ass. He made sure his finger was wet as well as her other entrance. Pressing a finger inside her ass set her off. Her hips came off the bed as she came. The contracting of her vaginal walls causes his balls to tighten once more shooting his sperm deep in her womb. “No one will fuck you like I will. You have been a bad girl, Cara.” As he pulled out of both holes he smacked her ass again, then again. Each time a little harder and she was on the verge of another orgasm.
This time he slipped two fingers into her ass, he wasn’t as hard as he was a minute ago but he was hard enough to stick it in her other hole. “This is mine too, amore. I am claiming this ass too tonight.” He pushed the crown of his penis in her ass. It went in not without resistance and her little cries of pain. “Push back on it baby” “Michael, please.” “Please what, cara?” “Fuck me!” That was all that he needed. He enjoyed being in any of her holes. No stopping now he surged into her ass and started pounding away. He latched on her breasts. She cried out with pleasure and pain as he pinched them and drove harder and deeper into her ass. He pulled her up more, for a different angle. One hand gripped her breast the other on tugging on her hair. “Tell me, Sarah, who you belong to. Tell me.”
