Page 8 of The Coveted Beta

“Oh, gods,” she says, a faint whine in her voice, but she doesn’t try to stop me when I lift up her skirt.

I groan to myself when I see she’s not wearing any panties. “Did you forget something, wife?”

“I’m so sorry,” she says, her voice muffled where I have tossed her long skirts over her head. “I put some on, and then…. Well, they were saturated. So I took them off and then... I was going to get some clean ones, and the next thing you were ushering me downstairs announcing we were late!”

“Good,” I say decisively, my hands filled with the plump globes of her ample ass. “I like you without them. From now on, you shall not wear them again. It will be our little secret.”

My hand is on my buckle, and then I’m shucking my pants down in a daze. My cock is hot and heavy in my hand as I line up and thrust into my wife’s drenched pussy. I fucked her many times last night and again this morning, so it’s little wonder she is ready for me.

I pump my hips, pounding into her, making our flesh slap together and her ass jiggle with every thrust. Fuck, I’m never going to last.

She moans lowly. “Oh gods—humph—Oh gods!” Her voice is breathy, and her words stuttered between my thrusts. “What if—huff—somebody sees?”

Somebody? She means Frederick, and just thinking about him seeing us like this is near enough to send me over the edge. “They won’t.” I interject confidence. “Be a good girl for me and let me fuck you how I need.”

“What if…oh!”

“Keep quiet, sweetheart,” I say. “Lest we stir Frederick’s curiosity.”

She moans loudly.

“Clara, put your fingers in your mouth if you need to.”

I hear her moan around them, while I’m busy enjoying the view of her jiggling ass and the sounds of our flesh slapping together, the way she flutters around my cock, and how deliciously wet she is. Gods, why have I never done this before?

“Mun…mrmmmn…umhfff.”

I believe she is complaining around her fingers at the vigor of my strokes. I know that if it were something serious, she would take them out, and so I only grin at her huffs and grunts.

“I am the master of this home, am I not? You are my wife. If I want to fuck you, I shall.”

I have never spoken so boldly to Clara before this, but her enthusiastic groan and the sticky squelching noises her pussy begins to make tell me she is not averse to my possessive demands.

“It is for the best you don’t have any panties on,” I say, my eyes are on the place where I shuttle in and out of her, watching my cock disappear, glistening with her arousal. “When I come inside you, they will only get soaked again.”

She moans again.

I reach forward and run my hands over the fabric covering her plump tits before I rip her bodice down so I can cup them and pinch her nipples as I fuck her.

She moans louder around her fingers, her body swaying as I fuck her roughly against the stone balustrade. The coarse surface is probably doing terrible things to her dress, but I can’t seem to care. The only clear thought in my mind is that Clara is as enthusiastic about this as I am.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock like a good wife should.”

Her pussy clamps over my length as she emits a filthy moan, loud enough for me to be certain she has forgotten to keep her fingers in her mouth. My balls rise. My spine tingles and my mind blanks out as I shoot cum against the entrance of her womb. And, all the while, she moans and thrusts her ass back for more, crushing my dick in a series of spasms as she comes around me.

I slow my thrusts, then release her tits so that I can pull her hips tight against me as I pump into her a few last times. She shudders. We are both breathing heavily. I don’t look back to check whether Frederick came to see what we are doing. I tell myself I hope he didn’t. And yet... I really wish he did.

I ease out of her. A thick blob of cum drops and splats against the flagstones.

“Oh gods,” she says, struggling to rise.

“Wait there, my love,” I say, “and I shall help you up.” I don’t move to do so yet, however, for the view is compelling—her tits are out, her plump ass is on display, and her pussy is dripping cum all over the flagstones. I take my time putting myself away.

“Let me help you with your gown first,” I say. I’m quite slow about this, as I enjoy playing with her body. Cupping her ass cheeks and gently pulling them apart and then squeezing them back together and watching another blob of cum drip out.

“Oh!” she gasps, as another quiver runs through her body. “Alex, what are you doing?!”

Somehow, I gain command of myself enough to lower her skirts and help her up, turning her around to face me.

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