Page 6 of The Coveted Beta

“God, you are so beautiful,” I say as I come behind her, her full tits hanging down like an offering. It is one I cannot hope to resist. Reaching around, I pinch her nipple. She moans and pushes into my hand for more. It’s like a fever has taken hold of me; as if a frenzied, animalistic state of mind is in control.

“It’s going to get a little rough,” I say, “but you will bear it, won’t you, sweetheart?”

“Please,” she says, “I will.”

She’s trembling with her need. Her feminine juices leak from her pussy to glisten over the top of her inner thighs. I pause to run my fingers through the sticky mess before sliding my fingers into her from behind. She twitches and groans, lifting her ass as though seeking more.

I’m in a state of confused arousal, gripped by needs I’m not ready to acknowledge, as I line up and thrust. I’m normally gentler with her, but now I take her hips in my hands and pound into her pussy. She screeches and begs for more, canting her ass even higher to encourage me.

She comes almost immediately, hot pussy fisting my cock. But I’m not done with her.

Not by a long shot. I foresee a long night of carnality ahead.

Chapter Five

Alex

We rise late for breakfast the following day, to find that Frederick’s already in the dining room, seated at the table where we enjoyed dinner last night. The patio doors are open, bringing a warm, pleasant breeze into the room.

My sweet wife is blushing as Frederick offers his greeting to us. I lean in and kiss her cheek. “It’s not like he could hear what we were doing, sweetheart… Although you were very loud,” I whisper with a smirk.

“Alex,” she hisses, turning away, but not before I see her smile as I hold out a chair for her.

She selects some fruit from the serving plate in the center of the dining table. I elect to pour a coffee instead and forgo a seat.

“Is that all you’re having?” Frederick asks, nodding his head at my wife’s plate.

“I’m a little unsettled,” she admits, and the shy glance she sends my way might as well be an announcement.

Frederick chuckles. “Hmm, so I heard. Well, best keep your strength up.”

I nearly choke on my coffee and am forced to thump my chest before I can take a breath. When I glance at her, I find my wife near crimson.

Frederick is smirking as he draws his cup of coffee to his lips. “There is nothing wrong with having an ardent wife. You’re a lucky man, Alex.”

My eyes twinkle as they shift to my wife. “So I tell myself every day.”

It is not often I think about Frederick as an alpha. Not that one can really forget it when one looks at him, for he is everything that designation is known for. And yet he wears the civilized trappings so well.

He artfully changes the subject to the new cottage garden, which my wife is planning. I leave them to their conversation, taking my coffee to the open patio doors where I can gaze out.

The courtyard beyond is sheltered by trees to either side, while directly ahead is an open vista offering views across the meadows. I am taking in the view but also standing somewhere where my erection will not be noted. I shouldn’t be aroused by the image that continues to visit my mind: that of my wife with another man. And yet, I cannot dispute that my eagerness last night was in part due to the fantasy I had conjured of the two of them together, imagining the dark interest on Frederick’s face as he gazed upon her naked body.

My wife is beautiful, and demure in many ways, and yet there is a wanton underneath.

I imagine his big hands cupping her tits.

I take a sip of coffee and fight back a groan. I’ve lost all sense of propriety. It is her own fault, I tell myself with a smile. When a wife greets her husband in such a way, sinks to her knees, and sucks his cock like it is her favorite treat, little wonder I am still lost in a fog of passion.

Our intimate life is very good. I enjoy her body often, love to pleasure her, and am enrapt by the way her face is transfigured when she comes.

Yet, I know there was something a little out of the ordinary in her reactions last night, a wildness I wish to share with her again.

Is it Frederick’s influence in some way?

I glance over my shoulder to where they are talking at the dining table, and I’m captivated again by the sight. How tiny she is next to him. The way he leans in, almost protectively, to hear what she has to say. There is nothing improper about anything they do, and yet just the sight of them there continues to stir my improper thoughts.

I shouldn’t want my friend to fuck my wife.

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