Page 44 of Obeying His Rules

“Ah, Marlon,” she says, as though she’s trying out my name like a person does when they first taste a wine. She then looks me up and down with zero shame. “The man behind the woman.”

I frown. Did she really just say that?

“Yeah, uh, that’s me. Can I do something for you, Janelle?”

“I don’t know. Can you?”

Janelle has always been a bit bizarre every time I’ve interacted with her, which is why I’ve always done my best to steer clear of her. I prefer people who are a bit more straight up, and Janelle always feels like she’s speaking in riddles.

“Funny how things turn out in life sometimes, isn’t it?” she asks. “Ever wonder where some of these girls, some of this fabric would be had Rain never met you?”

I glance around as Janelle waves her hand at the models walking past us.

“Um, no. I guess I never thought of it like that…”

Suddenly, I notice Rain to my left staring at me, looking completely mortified that I’m talking to Janelle. Her eyes go wide and she mouths, Why is she here!? I mouth back, I don’t know. Come here!

Rain slowly creeps over and stands next to me. Janelle is in the midst of checking out the girl in the red dress that resembled a flower and doesn’t even notice her arrival, so she clears her throat, causing Janelle to turn.

“Ah, Rain, how are you, dear?”

“How am I?” Rain asks, her face twisted in confusion. “Um, I’m fine.”

“Well I’d hope you’d be more than fine after a show like that, dear.”

Rain turns and looks at me, but all I can do is simply look back at her and raise my eyebrows. I honestly have no idea what’s going on.

“Um…is there something I can do for you, Janelle?”

“No, of course not, darling,” Janelle replies, waving a dismissive hand as she reaches into her purse for her cell phone, which is vibrating. “I just thought I’d let you know that your show was nice. Good work. Keep it up. Sorry, I’ve got to go now. Bye now.”

And with that, she’s gone.

Rain turns to me, her jaw looking like it’s about to fall off. I can see her eyes follow Janelle as she looks over my shoulder, watching her as she walks away.

“What the hell was that?” she asks, sounding completely confounded.

“You tell me,” I reply, almost laughing.

“Do you have any idea what it means when Janelle says your show was nice?”

“I do not.”

“That is huge,” Rain replies. “I mean huge. It means she’s probably going to put me in her magazine. The publicity that this will get me…”

“Didn’t that woman fire you five years ago?”

“She sure did.” She nods, almost laughing now too.

Smiling, I wrap her up in my arms and kiss her.

“Well, when you’re too good to resist, you’re too good to resist.”

I grip my wife’s curvy hips and slam into her, watching her ass bounce up and down and up and down with every strong stroke I deliver. Even after fucking her relentlessly for five years, my appetite for her luscious body hasn’t gone down one bit. In fact, it’s probably gone up, if anything.

Her moans fill my ears like angelic hymns as the walls of her tight flower grip my manhood, sending throws of pleasure through my body. Every pump is like diving straight into heaven. Every thrust is a wish fulfilled.

I’ve had other men tell me I don’t know how lucky I am to be married to Rain, but they’re wrong; I know exactly how lucky I am.

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