Page 28 of Married With Malice

With a snort of amusement, I haul my duffel bag into the secondary bathroom to wash up and change. When I emerge again, the door to the bedroom is still open and empty but the sound of running water has stopped. I take a seat on the corner of the huge bed and wait for my wife to show herself.

Within two minutes the bathroom door swings open and Annalisa steps out. The white nightgown she wears is a shapeless sack that buttons up to her chin and falls to her ankles. Maybe this fashion is all the rage in nursing homes but it’s about as sexy as a garbage bag. She recoils at the sight of me sitting on the bed in a t-shirt and gym shorts.

Despite the old lady getup, Anni still manages to look excellent. Her hair is parted in the middle and cascades down past her breasts. I can vividly imagine winding a rope of that long hair around my wrist and moving her head to the rhythm of my choice as she kneels at my feet and deep throats my cock.

Anni gathers her wits and clears her throat. She clasps her hands in front of her. All traces of makeup have been removed. She should never wear any. The natural glow of her skin is far superior to any paste or paint.

“Hi, honey,” I say with a wink.

Her eyes widen before she clears her throat again. “I’m ready to fulfill my marital obligation to you tonight.” She gets situated on the bed atop the covers, legs locked together, the nightgown covering all the exciting parts. “So get on with it.”

Well, that’s interesting. This girl is always a surprise.

“You want me to fuck you?”

With her hair fanned around her, she stares at the ceiling and speaks in a somber monotone. “I’ve been told what to expect. And I know that I’m required to endure it. Just be quick.”

Her vampire bride act, or whatever it was yesterday, didn’t succeed in getting me to dive out of the nearest church window. She must have been disappointed. So now she’s going to try and freak me out by behaving like some virginal head case.

Sure, we can role play.

In this game it seems she’s the frigid bride and I’m the perverted scoundrel. Let’s hope that I can keep a straight face.

“I’m so glad you understand your wifely duties,” I say. “That’ll make this much easier for you to bear.”

The ripple of alarm that sweeps across her face says she was expecting a very different reaction. “Fine. Just don’t expect me to do anything except lay here like a slug.”

“Good enough.” I stand and drop my shorts but leave my boxers in place before climbing aboard the bed.

Anni’s head jerks up.

She thought I wouldn’t dare to call her bluff. Her eyes might pop out of her head. A croak of protest gets stuck in her throat as I shove the nightgown up to her thighs, push her legs apart and slide in between her knees.

“Brace yourself,” I say, keeping my expression totally deadpan. “This ride is gonna be a rough one. Sometimes I lose control.”

“You! What! The!” She’s so flustered she can’t string two words together.

“Just try not to pass out from ecstasy.” I lower myself on top of her. Only a few layers of very flimsy fabric separate us and my cock is a rod of steel. Can’t help that. Instincts are instincts. “I really hate it when my manly vigor sends a girl into a coma.”

Someone should give me an acting award. The shock on her face shows she might actually believe that I intend to ravage her like she’s pillaged goods.

And yet her breathing quickens. Her hands touch my shoulders. If I try to kiss her, she’ll kiss me back.

But I can’t stay in character anymore. The laughter comes bubbling right out of my chest.

Anni finally catches on that I’m just being a dick and starts thrashing wildly. “GET OFF OF ME!”

I’m laughing so hard that I end up falling right off the bed. She hits me in the back of the head with a pillow. Then again. Then a third time.

When I get tired of being smacked in the head I grab the pillow out of her hands and toss it across the room.

“You’re a psycho!” she shrieks and she’s up on her knees, chest heaving, with a couple of buttons popped from her granny gown. She has the look of a vengeful goddess about to level a city.

“And now I’m YOUR psycho.” I stand and open my arms, moving in for a hug.

She looks around for a weapon. Finding none, she jumps off the bed and runs to the bathroom. Maybe she decided that’s enough assault and battery for the day.

“Fuck you, Luca!” she yells before slamming the door.

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