A fire spreads across my face as I dash into the kitchen, grabbing the beans and salad. Colton follows with the rest. I claim the chair next to him, snagging his hand in mine.
“What a spread!” Dad rubs his hands together before patting his stomach. “We’re eating well tonight.”
Colton nods, a hint of a smile lifting his lips. “Thanks for coming to our home. It means a lot. Can’t properly describe how much.”
Brody lifts his drink toward him. “Nowhere else we’d rather be, brother.”
My husband sits at the head of our table, surrounded by family and love. There’s an unmistakable sheen in his eyes as he looks at our circle gathered to celebrate. Nobody else notices, but I rarely miss a thing these days when it comes to this man.
Colton is finally getting the life he deserves and we’re just getting started.
One month later…
“Bianca,” I rasp while bucking my hips. “Please.”
But she wags her finger. “Not yet.”
The buzzing starts again. It sends an electric spark along my spine and I arch against the invisible binds. A frustrated grunt voices my complaint, but the woman spread in front of me only smiles.
My gaze feasts on Bianca stuffing her cunt full of silicone cock. She hasn’t allowed me to touch her in at least five minutes.The last contact we exchanged was a quick swipe of her tongue along my Jacob’s Ladder. I’m allowed to watch, but I can’t join in. Not until she gives me permission.
Pregnancy hormones have her constantly ravenous. It’s made our honeymoon extremely pleasurable for both of us. Bianca is sentimental at heart, much like me. It was an easy decision to redo her dream vacation and return to Europe. We haven’t made it much farther than our bedroom in this Paris suite that overlooks the Pont de Arts bridge.
My wife has decided to recreate the scene where I overheard her masturbating. In this version, I’m in a chair at the foot of the bed with a direct view of her actions.
The pink vibrator I bought thrusts in and out of her pussy in a languid pace meant to seduce. My cock weeps in desperation. Her performance could get me off in one stroke if she allowed me to touch myself. But that’s against the rules.
Bianca loves to push me to the limit. I beg for relief that she refuses to grant. Her teasing edges me to the point of madness. We’ve expanded our sexual horizons together and I’m appreciating our joint effort.
These power dynamics she plays get me hard instantly. Toss in the fact Bianca has become more adventurous and I’m blowing my load constantly. The wood creaks beneath me as I rock frantically with her rhythm. It does little to ease the pressure in my balls. She pushes the dildo deeper into her pussy, moaning loudly as the toy hits the spot. My dick throbs in complaint, but I don’t move my hands from their grip on the armrests.
Bianca rocks her hips. The motion grants me a shameless glance at her bottom. We’ve been prepping her ass for anal. The plug I sunk into her tight hole earlier is taunting me. There’s a distinct clench in my balls. I clamp my jaw shut before a curse can spill free.
My wife thrusts the vibrator in deep. “Where do you wanna come, Stalker?”
“Don’t care.” My voice is rushed. Urgent. It matches the rapid pace of my pulse.
Bianca tsks. “That’s not a very good answer. You’re a bad boy.”
“No,” I blurt. “Please let me come.”
Her cunt squeezes the silicone as if wishing for my cock. “Tell me where.”
My wild gaze rakes over the three options. Her tits are too sensitive. It honestly doesn’t matter since I’m seconds away from exploding. But I can’t deny my desire for the untraveled.
“Your ass.”
She grins. “That’s my good boy.”
I tremble from the praise. “Now?”
Her scoff scolds me. “Try again.”
“Can I please fuck your ass?”
Bianca squirms on the mattress. “Will you be gentle?”
I chomp on my bottom lip, knowing what she needs to hear. “No.”
