Page 70 of His Wife

His rolling, lapping tongue penetrated her labia, drawing intricate circles along the walls inside. Then, with quick, staccato flicks he adored her clit again. He enveloped it in a slower, softer lick. Arching her back, she moaned, “Oooooh god. Suddenly her body trembled uncontrollably as she rotated her hips and relished the delights of her orgasm. Finally, the sharp bursts of pleasure faded into a cool tingling.

As if in a carefully choreographed dance, they moved so that they were face to face once more. Kissing deeply, their bodies glistened with the mixture of their sweat and body fluids. She could smell herself in his breath, taste herself on his tongue, feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment.

Without pulling away from the kiss, he began to rub his monster penis on her swollen clitoris, leaving a trail of his pre-cum on her like a snail on the ground.

“Fuck me, baby,” she whispered into his mouth.

He reached for the cake box; scooped out a handful of whipped cream and rubbed it on her chin, her neck, her tits before he began to kiss her there, licking and swallowing the delicious dessert. He circled his tongue around her erect nipples, licking off the whipped cream; driving her wilder and wilder with each fleeting second.

Now his head was between her thighs once more. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair as he inserted two fingers, then three inside her. He thrust, harder, faster, deeper; until she was on the brink of ecstasy. Then he stopped and squeezed her breasts. Again and again and again until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I want you inside me,” she proclaimed finally. “Not just your fingers. I want you inside of me. I can’t wait anymore.”

Lisa was at his mercy, and he knew it. “Tell me again what you want me to do to you,” he whispered. “Tell me again and I’ll see what I can do.”

“I want you to stick your dick inside me,” she said, “then I want you to fuck me until I can’t come anymore.”

“I think I can handle that,” he said, looking up at her with an aroused grin on his face. Their eyes met as he slowly kissed his way back up to her face and inserted himself without warning inside her then immediately pulled out. He repeated this action over and over again until the sheets below them were soaked with her desire. He turned her over so that she was on all fours. Kneeling behind her, he pulled her aching wet pussy closer to him, inserting only the head and pulling out almost immediately.

“Oh god,” she moaned, “Oh please just fuck me.”

Finally, she was begging for him, just like he wanted. This was better than anything he had previously fantasized about. A part of him couldn’t believe that it was finally happening; that he had given his innocence away to the woman of his dreams. And better still, she had given her innocence to him.

Not able to contain her excitement, she began to slam back against her young lover’s engorged cock. The pressure on her cervix told her he had filled all of her insides with his member. He felt her pussy begin to contract on his dick. He squeezed her tits as he thrust harder and harder.

Their moans of desire echoed throughout the manor. Panting and gasping, their beat became even faster. His deep, powerful strokes rocked her body to the core. Finally, her insides began to pulse and quake all around him with so much force that she could soon feel his own warmth gushing out inside of her. Together, they collapsed in a heap on the cool, smooth sheets.

He looked at her glowing face, touching her cheek softly with his fingers. “Happy Birthday,” he murmured, kissing her nose, her forehead, her eye-lids as she smiled rapturously. “And many more…”

THE END

Hard Call

Chapter One

Nuzzling her neck, Harvey pulls Lisa close for another moment. She is his new wife, and he makes a point of enjoying her as often as his billionaire business and lifestyle allow. This isn’t very often, but she doesn’t mind. She’ll take what she can get!

“That was fun,” Harvey says, winking at her. He kisses Lisa as he pulls himself free of her and does up his pants. He has never had sex in his office before, and finds the slightly risqué nature of it exciting. Lisa has a way of bringing out the lion in Harvey, something he likes very much.

“It was,” she says, pulling her dress down. “You have a good trip. I’ll see you tomorrow,” and she straightens her husband’s tie.

“Yeah, now get out of here. You’re a tremendous distraction for me, and I’m going to need to have my wits about me for this meeting!” Harvey says, and then he readjusts his tie. Lisa loves this man more than she has ever loved anyone in her life, and if making love to him in his office, a quicky between business trips, is what she needs to do to keep him happy, then that is exactly what she will do. Not that it’s a sacrifice!

“You’ve got the night to recover, and besides, you’re the boss, remember?” she says, kissing him again before he really has to leave. His helicopter is waiting for him on the roof, ready to take him to the airport.

After she is left alone in his office, she checks her makeup in the bathroom attached to the office, makes final adjustments to her outfit so as not to give away what she was just doing, and makes her way past his PA and the many receptionists who look at her as though they all know what she did last summer!

She gets to the parking lot, and jumps into her Aston Martin, one of many gifts from Harvey, and pulls into the LA afternoon, the top down, and the wind blowing her hair in untidy waves across her face so that she needs to slow down. It is a beautiful feeling, the wind in her face, this fantastic, loving relationship, along with the freedom of knowing that, at last, she has married well, and money will never be a problem for her again.

Not that she’s ever been poor, exactly. She has never been a struggling actress, or a struggling anything, really. She was married at the age of seventeen, and for all of her adult life she’s been a housewife, tasked with looking after her first husband, who was an accountant. And while he provided a comfortable life financially, he was also an abusive alcoholic. But Lisa hadn’t even finished high school, and had no skills that she could get any kind of decent job with. She’d never been on her own, and believed she was helpless and worthless. For years she couldn’t bring herself to leave her husband. When he was sober he was charming, loving and full of promises Now that she was away from the situation she had trouble understanding why she stayed so long.

One day, completely out of the blue, during a morning cup of coffee, and ‘The Talk’ on TV, she decided that she’d had enough. She packed a small suitcase, and left the house after leaving her husband a note. She moved across the country to Los Angeles, armed with just one credit card, settled into a tiny apartment and started her life again. She worked as an online administrator, making just enough to keep herself afloat, enrolled in high-school upgrading courses, and she settled quite nicely into LA life.

Then she met Harvey Weinstein, at a gas station, and her life changed forever.

Theirs was a whirlwind romance, the kind of stuff you read about in fairytales. Her old Nissan had broken down one crisp evening in the fall, and she’d limped along in it, managing to reach the gas station.

It was unusual for Harvey to be filling his own car, but that evening he’d decided to escape the confines of chauffeurs and cabs. When she pulled in, her car huffing and puffing, he’d stood and watched a moment. A harried-looking blond woman jumped out after pulling into the corner of the lot. She looked so delicate and vulnerable, raising the hood of her old jalopy as smoke poured out. Walking over to her, he’d noticed, too, how her jeans hugged her shapely buttocks as she bent slightly over the front fender. Her breasts heaved a little as she held back the tears. A damsel in distress. And a very attractive one!

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