Chapter 18

Eighteen

P addy

I made my way upstairs, lucky enough to catch Pretty readying herself in the toilet. She was wearing a dark blue satin robe, and her long hair was parted on the side, looking far more enticing than usual. I put my arms around her, admiring the sight of our image together in the mirror.

"Are you nervous?"

"I can't believe you're asking me if I'm nervous. Of course, I'm nervous. I'm about to…" she hesitated, struggling to voice the words. I turned her to face me, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Missing her usual heels, she felt smaller. Less intimidating, but nothing less than sexy.

"You're about to have your body cherished. Loved on. Worshipped. Don't think about nothing else but that." I leaned in for a kiss, which she happily obliged to despite sensing her nerves.

"I just can't believe I'm about to go through with this. How are you not freaking out right now?"

"Because. I get to be with you and show another man how it's done. I have to warn you though. I'm gonna say some things. Some awful, degenerate things. Vernon and I discussed it, and truthfully, I think he just gets off on the humiliation of it. A young, madly handsome lad fucking his beautiful wife."

I wasn't one to judge, especially with the darkness I had in me. Some men liked having their power taken away. I couldn't exactly relate, but I understood that if you were in a position where if you were given everything, in charge of everything, life had to feel boring and easy for you. Or at least that's how I interpreted it.

"Trust me. He and I had a long talk about it. He confessed to me that he's not always in a giving mood, but wanted to see what it took to satisfy me from the outside looking in. That's strange, right?"

"Maybe. But we're all adults, and we've all consented. Best everyone can do now is just sit back and enjoy the ride. If you don't think you can handle it starting out, what I could do is blindfold you. Get you comfortable first, and then when you're relaxed a little we could lose it.

She bit her lip.

"You know, I think I'd be more comfortable with that. Just to start."

"Of course. All I want is for you to be comfortable." I loosened my tie, turning her around as I placed it over her eyes and knotted it at the back of her head. Brushing her robe off to the side, I kissed her shoulder. "I can't wait to see what you have on for me. Now, come on. I think he's waiting."

***

We entered the bedroom and as I predicted, Vernon sat at the lounge situated by the wall facing their bed. It was my idea to set the mood with the low light of candles instead of the bedroom lights. Pretty was already nervous, and I didn't want her hyper focused on what she considered to be her insecurities. I shot him a nod, and he returned the gesture, giving me the okay to start. The man wanted a show. Something I wouldn't rush or bore him with repetitive acts. I started by the bed as I turned Pretty to face him. Tonight, she was the only focus.

"My sweet girl. I've thought about this beautiful body all bloody day. What I want to do to it," I said, with a kiss to her neck. "How I want to kiss it." Another kiss to her shoulder. "How I want to corrupt it," I said with a nibble to her ear, her breathing coming in soft pants.

"Why don't we lose this robe for now so I can admire your lovely figure?" I untied the string at her waist, parting her robe to reveal an enchanting blue number of both lace and luxury. Everything had always fit her just fuckin' right.

"Look at these beautiful tits," I said, my palm trailing down her face to her neck. Her lush body pressed close, her soft moans and breaths begging me to go lower. Tracing the outline of her nipples beneath the fabric, they hardened under my fingertips, aching to be out of that bra.

"This skin is so precious, so soft. Do you want me to show him how you crave to be handled? Show him how you lose control when a real man fucks you?" She replied with a whimper, nodding yes, her voice nearly out of breath.

"Mmm, that's right, that's my sweet girl. Why don't you turn around for me? I want to get you closer to the bed." She wrapped her arms around my neck as I drowned her in deep kisses and groped her body. The flickering candle lights gave her skin a soft, satin glow. Every inch of me lit up at the burning, urgent need to possess her, and I swear my cock was so hard it hurt.

"You look so beautiful; do you know that? Beautiful for me…" I unclasped the strap of her bra, freeing her beautiful tits in all their glory. The contrast of her creamy brown skin and dark nipples was nothing short of a tantalizing sight. My mouth watered at the thought of them being between my lips as I planted rough kisses to her collarbone, fondling her breasts with playful care, and later lowering down to her soft stomach. I stayed there admiring her, feeling the vibrating tremors of her trembles when I worked my way down to her lacy knickers. Her thighs were so thick. So delectably curvy. If I was lucky enough to spend days between them, I would have considered myself a fortunate man. The way her stockings gripped her thighs wasn't just treacherous, a man like me would have gladly did a bid for them. How this man wasn't cherishing having access to all this was the world's biggest mystery.

Her perfume was doing things to me, things I could hardly resist. But even though the scent of her fragrance was nice, the musk of her need filled my nose and overloaded my senses. This close to her pussy I could already tell it was a lovely, dripping mess. Helping her step out of her knickers, I kissed her from her legs to her ankles, and through her stocking-covered toes.

"Lay down on the bed for me," I directed, as she bit her lip and I guided her to the bed. I could feel his eyes on us, both invasive and intimidating. It wasn't every day that you had an audience. Which is why I had planned on making the man feel useless.

"Just want to make sure my sweet girl is doing okay," I checked in and she answered with a nod, and my lips met hers once more. Kissing her was an addiction, something so intoxicating that I was sure I could spend the whole time doing it. But my degenerate mind had other plans. Plans that involved my lips between her thighs.

"Mmm…Daddy's gonna have you lay back for him, so I can lick that sweet little cunt," I said, with kisses to her frame. From behind me, I could hear the person watching stand, something confirmed when I saw his figure hovered over the other side of the bed to get a closer look. With a goddess like Pretty, it was simply easy to ignore his presence, but I knew she may not love it. So, for now, I left the blindfold on.

"Mmm…I can't wait to taste you," I warned, before diving between her luscious legs. The woman had the sexiest pussy. Plump, wet and deliciously perfect. Her nub had always greeted me with growing enthusiasm, and the nectar that dripped from her cunt was smoother than any of the finest tasting whiskey. Sucking her clit between my lips, she squirmed and wiggled at my change in rhythm, as I flattened my tongue and lapped at her proper. Covered in her juices, I played with her nipple in one hand, the other interlocked with hers.

"Do you like when I lick your pussy?"

"Yes," she whimpered, her back arching into me as I devoured her.

"Who licks your pussy like Daddy?" I said, catching a glance at Vernon knowing I was taking a shot at his ego.

"Fuck! No one does."

"Who makes your pussy wet like Daddy does?"

" Fuck! Only you." Shame and desire mingled hot in my throat. There was something about the forbidden that made me thirstier for her. Savage even, matched only by an animal's hunger.

"Not even your pathetic husband?" Another jab, judging by his breathing, I was sure that one was going to sting.

"No, Daddy. You're the only one."

"Mmm… So, I'm the only one who tastes this pussy?"

"Yes," she cried, as I pulled her closer to me by her thighs and gave her wet pussy a harmless slap.

"Then I better be the only one, because I don't like to share what's mine." She grabbed my hair to pull me closer, grinding against my face the way I knew she liked it.

"Oh, sweet girl, I want you to come for me," I coaxed, as I spread her legs wider, teasing and working her folds to the point of torment. Her body gave into the scandalous pleasure that gripped it, her delicious finish tasting delicious on my tongue. Giving her one final lick, I nuzzled the inside of her thighs, giving her lips another kiss before I moved on.

"You're such a little slut for me. Why don't you turn around and stick it out for me?" She did as I asked, the fatigue of her climax causing her to flinch from my touch. She wasn't ready for another one, but still, my fingers found themselves inside her, deep in her walls, dipping and curving, elated to be surrounded by her warmth. "This pussy is so wet. Why don't you tell Daddy why this pussy's so wet?" I demanded, entranced with the way her cunt swallowed my fingers.

"Because you're so good at teasing me.

"Mmm…and when Daddy strikes you?" I asked, wrestling her across my lap by her juicy thighs, my palm meeting her bottom with a few light slaps. Her ass was so round, so full. Sometimes I just liked to slap it, just to watch it ripple.

"I love it when you spank me," she admitted, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Even better when I can make it red. But you haven't been bad enough for that yet," I said, and with no effort at all, I flipped her on her back. "Are you ready to feel that cock inside you?" I smothered her lips in a kiss, her trembling body telling me that all signs pointed to yes.

"Then I want you to do something for me."

"Anything!" Her voice desperate and greedy.

"I want you to take off your blindfold. I want to look into your beautiful eyes when I fuck you. Can you do that for me?" Biting her lip, she reluctantly nodded, taking her time pulling it away from her eyes. The fear was obvious in her gaze when she turned and realized how close her husband was standing,

"Don't look at him." I directed her gaze back to mine. "Look at me. If I catch your eyes wandering, I'll make you pay for it. I'm the only one you need to worry about. The who deserves this body. After being fucked by a Sullivan, you ain't going to be able to go back to small cocks and weak staminas. You know I'm the only one who can fuck you proper. You know I'm the only one who can please you." Losing her patience, she ripped my shirt open, helped me out of my tank, and lastly, wrestled with the buckle to my trousers. Before she could get it further past my hips, I pinned her down before she can get a look at my leg.

"Someone's eager for that cock, isn't she?" Our mouths met, forcing down her patience. My leg sleeve had been in the wash, and I couldn't risk anyone seeing my limb, but I still wanted to leave my sweet girl ruined for anyone after me. Angling my pants down just enough, I spread her legs wide, my hips my only support as I parted her delicate folds with one lone bold stroke.

"You like taking this big cock for Daddy?" I asked, each hard plunge sending her reeling. Not only was she wickedly wet, her pussy was so damn tight, gripping me with a scalding heat. She moved underneath me, moaning as I filled her with deep thrusts.

"Oh yes, no one fucks me like you do," she admitted, leading me to believe she had finally gotten over the idea of being watched. I took her with pounding need, both of our breathing a desperate, frantic mess.

For now, it was like he wasn't even there, because the only thing I saw were her big, beautiful breasts bouncing and the sweet way her pussy expertly took my cock. She cupped my face, our kisses open mouthed, panting as our bodies worked. And while most women claimed not to be flexible—for my big cock, somehow, they always found a way. By now her body was shaking, her eyes glassed over and the look on her face cried out in desirous need. With each thrust, the headboard slammed and I knew she was about to come for me again. I fought the sensation, struggling to hold on longer, but at the thought of coming in another man's wife as he watched, before I knew it, I erupted violently into her cunt. Her muscles spasmed around my cock as she grabbed my hair and pulled me close. Together we were a mix of both sweat and lust, a mutual attraction becoming our mutual destruction.

"Mmm…" I moaned between kisses. "If you let me eat it some more, I could be up again in no time."

"Actually," she started, pushing me slightly away. "If it's all right, I think I could use an intermission and a shower." By now, Vernon had made his way back to the lounge, but I didn't even notice, because I was too busy coming.

"Of course. There weren't any complicated rules to this. If this is where you wanted things to end, this is where we'll end things." I climbed off her, as she reached for her robe and exhaled a deep breath. She strolled over to Vernon, giving him a small, awkward peck on the cheek, before she met my gaze one last time before leaving.

I slipped my trousers back up, catching Vernon's eyes lingering for longer than I was comfortable with, and then it had me wondering. Was it her pleasure he was after, or mine?

"You know, I think I had my suspicions, but I wasn't entirely sure until now. When it comes down to your lack of intimacy, Pretty ain't the problem is she?" I paused, grabbing my shirt to put it back on, knowing I had to tread this next assumption carefully. "It's her gender."

I knew the look in a man's eyes when he deviated from common indulgences, and no amount of pussy was going to make a man desire it when he preferred the opposite. He cleared his throat.

"Well, I suppose we all have our secrets. If I sought out what I really wanted, I wouldn't have this good life. I love Pretty, I do. I just can't keep pretending my desires don't matter. That's why you and her…I'm giving her this. The music don't hit like the way it's supposed to when she's lonely. I was hoping maybe you could add that to your list of duties." I thought about it and admittedly, at least it was a job I was actually qualified for. But the whole peeping tom thing, yeah, that was going to stop today.

"Here's the deal. I don't have anything against that. I'm not saying I understand it, but what you do in your private life ain't none of my business. That being said, this right here, ain't happening again. From this moment on, it's just me and her. You have my word that we'll be discreet. Your son won't know anything. But truthfully, it feels like it's just better to be honest. What good does it do when you're in it with someone and no one's needs are getting met?" Although I'd argue his needs were getting met, just not with her.

"Look, just keep the woman happy. Especially because these days I'm going back and forth for clients, and I know I'm gonna be gone for weeks, sometimes a month at a time. She needs your protection. She needs you to look after Elijah, and she needs you to take her mind off of things. Think you could do that?" Sheesh, with all that he was asking of me, the smart thing to do would have been to ask for more money. But the duties weren't exactly at chore, and it was essentially everything I was already doing.

"Aye," I replied, as I stood and made my way back to her toilet. At the sight of me, she screamed, dropping her soap on the floor as the sight of her picking it up wasn't exactly a bad thing. "Didn't mean to scare you. I only wanted to check on you," I said, leaning back on the sink, amazed that her long, straight hair was reverting to curls. "I didn't know you had curly hair." I crossed my arms at my chest, enchanted with the allure of her natural beauty.

"Yeah, I guess I spend a good deal pressing it. Come on, are you just gonna stare at me? Or did you have any plans to join me?" She flirted, a surprise since I think she finally understood that her husband was going to allow this. I shot her a wink.

"The former. Some things from time to time just need to be appreciated. Studied. I reckon now is one of those times." I smiled, as she washed her hair with a concentrated expression.

"Oh, and by the way. While you were gone, we came to another understanding. From now on, it'll only be us. And I can't wait for all the things I plan to do to you."