Page 49 of His Wife

“Wait,” Ashley says, halfway through the conversation. She finds her phone and calls Dani, then Heather. A half hour later they are all around the bath listening with incredible interest to Leigh, who is not withholding any detail. They look envious, but Leigh knows that they would never be as brave as she was. Theirs is a very sad life, Leigh thinks to herself as she wraps up her tale, letting more hot water run into the bath. They seem to be living vicariously through her.

When Leigh steps out of the bath, all eyes fall on her pussy. She looks down too, wanting to see what they are looking at. She is surprised to find that there is no visible damage, but she is still feeling the impact of the invasion. She looks at her friends, a question mark in her eyes. They all look away, pretending that they were not just a moment earlier ogling her pussy. Leigh laughs, gets out of the bath, dries herself, and throws a robe on. Then she throws herself on the bed, and calls downstairs for a tray of fruit and a bottle of champagne.

“It’s before noon!” Heather says, trying to sound like she too doesn’t want a chilled glass of champagne. She is feeling slightly hung over. They all are, and so they wait eagerly for the bubbles to get to Leigh’s room.

“It’s still my birthday!” Leigh says, before adding, “…weekend!”

“That it is,” Dani says, and as the champagne enters the room, she pours the bubbly for all of them, passing the glasses around. They all sip first, and then bring their glasses together, toasting Leigh’s birthday weekend, but hoping beyond hope that she doesn’t decide to take them out to another dive tonight.

“So, do you think you will see him again?” Heather asks, pouring herself a second glass of champagne, looking at Leigh, telling her with her eyes that they might need another bottle.

Leigh makes the call, and then answers her. “I don’t know. We exchanged numbers, but I know that I won’t call. I cannot be the one who calls, so I really don’t know. I know, though, that I would really like to. More than anything, I would like to see him again.”

“Be fucked by him you mean?” Dani says.

“Dani, bite your tongue. You said the F word!” Leigh says, although fuck is really a large part of her vocabulary. Not so much her friends though, so it is always surprising when one of them uses any sort of vulgarity.

“Oh shut up!” Dani says, looking deep into her glass, feeling slightly self-conscious, the embarrassment showing on her face.

“Surely you mean fuck off?” Ashly asks her, looking into her own glass. They all bring their replenished glasses together, toasting ‘fuck off,’ Leigh looking at her phone on the side of the bed, wondering if Andre will call!

Chapter Ten

Leigh doesn’t have to wait long for the call, because Sunday morning, her phone is flashing, Andre’s name showing on the screen. She is nervous, not sure if she should answer on the first attempt, but thinking that if she doesn’t, he might not call back. And she knows that she will definitely not call him back, her pride even stronger than her desire for Andre’s cock. She picks up her phone, flicking ‘answer’. Then she puts it to her ear and says ‘hello’ in her sexiest I-don’t-care-voice.

“How are you?” Andre asks her.

She should say ‘sore’, but instead, she says, “I’m doing really well, you?”

“Good, you want to maybe come around for round two?” he says, making her feel like he is just using her for her body. She is actually also just using him for his, knowing that as soon as he gets on the plane back to Europe, she will probably be out of his mind. And although it will take a bit of time, she will forget about him too, eventually, with much effort.

“When?” she asks, trying again to sound cool, failing dismally.

“Now?” he says, asking her a question, but Leigh hearing an order. It must just be his accent, she thinks, trying to convince herself that this is what it is, knowing that one, she doesn’t take orders to well, and two, she has her own plans to take control of this particular session. She isn’t sure how, because her pussy is still experiencing waves of dull pain, and there is nothing that she can do about it because nothing has helped her thus far.

“Give me an hour,” she says, trying to give him the impression that she has not been waiting for this call since yesterday morning. She succeeds at this, and she is impressed with herself.

“Okay, see you in an hour!” he says, sounding like he is irritated that he has to wait that long. But since he isn’t sure where she lives, he really cannot know that this is just her way of sounding like she is playing hard to get. Either way, Leigh now has to find something to keep herself busy for forty minutes, knowing that she can be at the Crowne Plaza in ten.

When she walks into the hotel everyone seems to be looking at her, and she feels like this is because they know what she did on Friday night, and what she is about to do. She knows that they couldn’t possibly think that she is an escort, looking absolutely fabulous in Chanel, her staple. Then she remembers Andre’s personality, and she remembers that she was seen entering the hotel with him two nights ago. So they must have put two and two together, and the women, who make up the bulk of people looking at her, must feel a little jealous.

She gets into the elevator, and they go up to Andre’s room, the nerves forming inside her stomach so that she is really anxious when she walks into his room. He is wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and she feels overdressed, suddenly. As soon as she is safely inside, Andre locks the door behind her. This time she takes her own clothes off. Then she turns to Andre and drops to her knees, pulling his shorts off as she gets onto the floor. He isn’t hard yet, but his cock is still thick and intimidating.

Leigh takes him into her mouth, and as the cock gets thicker, harder, it becomes more difficult for her to suck on. But since she has initiated this, she just stretches her mouth as wide as she can, and takes as much of his shaft as will fit into her mouth. Then, when she has sucked on him as long and hard as she can, she pulls her mouth off the bulk of the shaft, and sucks on the head, before licking it ravenously. She takes it into her mouth again, and sucks on it for a while longer before she wets his balls with as much saliva as she can from her mouth.

As she stands up, she runs her fingers over his balls, and brings her mouth up to his. He has to come down to meet her, and as he does, he starts to moan loudly. When their mouths join, Leigh pulls on his balls, hard. He moans louder, into her mouth, and she knows that she has found his spot. She tugs on his balls for a while longer, and then turns to the bed, walking slowly towards it, knowing that he is following her.

When they get to the bed, Andre pushes her down, turning her onto her stomach, and finding her cunt quickly with his mass. She cannot move, so she figures that she will let him have round one. He fucks her so beautifully from the back that all she can do is sink her head into the bed covers, clenching them in her fists, something made easier by the fact that the bed is not made. He fucks her long, deep and hard, and soon enough she is coming; a fiery rumbling emanating from inside her. Fortunately, Andre hasn’t come yet, and she feels that this is a good thing, even though she would have liked them to have another simultaneous orgasm.

Andre pulls out, and turns her over. She sits up quickly and pushes him down onto his back. She mounts him, and gets him inside her before he can object. He doesn’t want to, but there is nothing that he can do, Leigh already grinding hard against his hardness. She pulls his cock in every direction and he is suddenly drawn completely into her world. She moves in small circles, then bigger ones, and then small circles again. She is getting dangerously close to orgasm, and when he starts to thrust up into her, she knows that he is too. She times it perfectly, and soon enough they are having a simultaneous orgasm brought on by nothing but the muscles between her thighs.

They fuck for the next two weeks, two, sometimes three times a day. Neither of them want to get too close, so they make it all about fucking. But there is something happening between them; something that neither of them can help. And when Andre finally boards his plane for Germany, Leigh has something growing inside her; something that will forever remind her of the two beautiful weeks. She knows that she cannot tell Andre about it, believing that this will just tear him between two worlds, something that he doesn’t need.

Later, when Leigh tells her friends they all say that she should tell him. It’s only fair. He may want to know that he is going to be a father. So she plans a trip to Germany, but she isn’t sure what she will say to him when she gets there. It is better this way, since Andre probably would never forgive her if he found out later. She is worried about what he will say. Even more worried than she is about how her parents will react. But she knows that the child growing inside her was conceived of more than just sex, even though the two people involved tried to deny it!

Germany, here I come,’ Leigh says to herself a month later when she is seated on a first-class flight to Europe. She places a hand on her belly, and really hopes that this goes the way she dreams it may . . .

THE END

---