Page 32 of His Wife

With a seductive grin and amber irises of liquid gold, she reaches out and pretends to straighten my tie. “There will never be a time I don’t want to play, Alexius.” She leans in to kiss my cheek and whispers, “You should remember that.”

I grab her waist inconspicuously as I turn us away from our guests, squeezing my fingers into her hips, and excitement travels down my spine when I hear her gasp. “I will have no problem shoving my cock deep inside your pussy while the entire world watches. And if I see one hard dick on any man while they watch you come, I’ll put a bullet in their skull.” This time it’s my turn to kiss her flushed cheek. “You should remember that.” The slight shiver down her body doesn’t go unnoticed. I love these fucking games we play and how thrilling she makes it by being a willing participant.

I drop my hand to her ass, cupping the firm flesh in my palm. “Let’s eat.”

Caprese bruschetta, pancetta and veal rolls, eggplant parmesan poppers, and more were served as appetizers.Bistecca alla Fiorentinasteak was served as the main course, while Milana and Daniela opted for therisotto ai funghi porcinidue to them not eating meat. Good conversation paired with exquisite Tuscan wine made for a pleasant evening of laughter and entertainment.

I’m not the least bit surprised, yet amazed at how Leandra fits in perfectly. Her presence flows within the heart of our group, weaving among the rest of us as if she belonged here. As if she had always been a part of the friendship ties that stretched for years. Milana and Daniela took to her immediately, and not once did I feel like I had to include her or do something to make her feel at ease with the night’s company. Every now and then, she would glance my way, and the sparkle in her eyes would put the diamond necklace I gifted her tonight to shame under the crystal chandelier. Once again, I’m reminded that she was born for my world. Born to be a queen. Born to be mine.

For most of the evening, my attention was focused mainly on her, how she managed to become the light in the room, her smile and laugh filling the space and making my heart swell inside my chest. If there was any doubt about how I truly felt about her, tonight solidified it.

She owns my heart, mind, and soul.

Saint leans in close to Milana, whispering something in her ear. I’ve known this man for years, and I never thought I’d see the day Marcello Saint Russo would be so pussy-whipped and on his knees for a woman. But Milana brings out the best of him; everyone can see it.

Leandra finishes the last of her champagne, and I place a hand on her knee below the table, giving it a firm squeeze before easing it up between her thighs. She stiffens and gives me a sideways glance as if she can stop me with a mere look. But she knows I won’t stop. She doesn’t want me to.

I slide my hand up…up…a slow race of seduction, a secret affair between my touch and her smooth, hot thighs. A thrill enters my veins as I catch her shiver, and she looks away, refusing to let me see the rapture in her eyes, the pure bliss she experiences every goddamn time I touch her.

Saint and Gian are discussing their latest splurges on multi-million-dollar yachts while my fingertips continue their journey up toward the heaven tucked between my wife’s legs. She clenches her thighs, restricting me from further access, and my cock twitches in protest. If we were alone, I’d grab her by the hair and shove my dick down her throat so deep that tears would stain her beautifully flushed cheeks. But I make my disapproval known by letting my fingers bite into the soft flesh of her thighs, applying enough pressure that leaves her with no choice but to open her legs. When she does, she gives me a disapproving glare, and I simply smirk, straightening my tie with the hand that’s not currently on its way to her pussy.

“Alexius,” she says just loud enough for everyone to hear, “would you mind pouring me another glass of champagne?”

“Of course.” The stare-off between us is a battle, and she thinks she’s won, only to see that I just need one hand to pour a goddamn glass. I lift a cocky brow, and she narrows her eyes at me—beautiful amber eyes begging me to do what I want even though she’s pretending to fight it. She knows as well as I do that she’s already wet for me, and knowing I wouldn’t stop if someone held a gun to my head makes her even more so.

She inches her thighs apart, knowing the battle has been won, her pussy mine to do with as I please. I watch her plump, sensual lips touch the rim of the crystal glass, and I imagine her lipstick stains at the base of my cock as she takes a sip of her newly poured champagne. The delicate contour of her throat bobs as she swallows, and I picture her eagerly gulping down my cum, ribbons of it bursting from the corners of her mouth.

Jesus. My cock is rock hard and ready to fuck, and I know her cunt is wet enough to let it easily slide in.

My fingers brush along her soft lace panties. It’s inaudible, but I see her lips part with a silent gasp as I trace the outline of her pussy. Her panties are soaked, and I smirk, watching her trying not to squirm, fighting her body’s urge to move deeper and closer to my touch.

“When will you be joining the fleet, Alexius? I know a guy who can give you a great deal on a yacht much bigger than Saint’s.” Gian shoots Saint a cocky grin, and Milana snickers.

I take a sip of my whiskey, my fingers still tucked between my wife’s legs. “I already have something bigger than Saint’s. I wouldn’t want to embarrass the man even further.”

Everyone bursts out laughing, including Saint. “Alexius, my friend, yours might be bigger, but mine is built for pleasure and used way more than yours.”

“I’ll have to get some extra mileage on mine, then,” I say, sliding Leandra’s panties to the side, touching her swollen pussy lips beneath the table, and her laughter gets stuck in her throat. “Or I’ll just buy another plane, and then no one will give a fuck about mileage.”

“Oh, we’re talking about planes?” Saint feigns ignorance, and more laughter erupts, a great distraction as I slip a finger inside Leandra’s welcoming cunt, forcing a soft moan that only I can hear from her lips.

While Gian and Saint continue taking a piss at each other, their wives chiming in now and then, I wonder if I’m the only husband at this table currently fingering his wife. Not going to lie, the thought turns me the fuck on, and by the way Leandra looks in my direction, a flash of lust in her eyes, I know she’s thinking the exact same thing.

I lean closer to Leandra, letting my finger slip out, dragging it up to touch her clit. “You’re going to make a mess on your seat,” I whisper in her ear, feeling her shiver as I gently massage that tiny bud that’s swelling more and more beneath my fingertip. “Do you think they know?”

“Alexius, stop,” she scolds with a whisper, but I feel her opening her legs wider for me.

“Should I make you come in front of my guests?”

She grabs her glass and pleads, “Please stop,” before taking a sip, but her voice holds no conviction. There is not a fucking bone in her body that wants me to stop. She knows I know she’d let me fuck her in front of everyone here because that’s what she likes. What we like.

“Why would I stop when you’re clearly enjoying it so damn much?”

“Your guests.”

“I don’t give a fuck if they see you come. Do you?” I apply more pressure on her clit, and she responds by pressing her hips down, pretending to shift in her seat when she’s actually grinding her pussy against my palm. “My little stray wants to come…doesn’t she?”

By placing her glass against her lips, she hides the deep breath she takes before smiling at something Milana said, which neither of us heard. They are all oblivious to what’s happening beneath the table—or at least, I think they are. Even if they knew, I wouldn’t stop. I love teasing Leandra like this, watching her skin turn the most beautiful blush pink, her eyes filled with excitement.

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