Katya

I’d given Seth some stellar blowjobs before, but he had never cum as fast as this. I felt the final jerk of his cock as he grunted and pulled back. His eyes never left mine, and there wasn't a post-coital glow. There was an intense, glazed look in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and his nostrils were flared up. I swallowed and felt the ache in my throat. It was like a car crash. I couldn’t look away or move. Not even when I felt some of my chin drool drip onto my chest.

“Are you okay, Seth?” I said before I cleared my throat a few times. Big cock had its challenges at times.

His eyes narrowed on me, and he looked as if he were calculating a difficult math equation in his head.

Had my stellar blowjob broken his brain?

I glanced at his lovely big penis. Nope, the night was worth the real dick and a nice cash bonus. He could lie on the bed with his broken brain, and I could jump on his dick and sort myself out. Who knew that being penisless would make me this desperate.

Seth gripped my arms and helped me up. He almost looked normal now, but he must have run his hands through his hair because it was all over the place. I smiled at my usually immaculate husband.

“Go wait in the bedroom. I will be there shortly,” he said with a forced smile.

“Hmm,” I said while I eyed him suspiciously, but then I remembered my role. “It’s your money,” I said with a shrug before I swivelled around, knowing he would see my bare ass cheeks.

When I reached the bedroom, I saw he had chocolates, strawberries, and a bottle of champagne on ice laid out on the small table. My interest was more in the large bed at the back of the room. With a smile, I dove onto the bed face first before I turned around to look at the ceiling. Eliza had plenty of fun at my expense today after I told her what my plans were. Seth’s head popped up out of nowhere, and his hands moved up my thighs. He must have taken his shoes off and went into stealth mode.

“I want to see what my money bought,” he said as his fingers hooked around my underwear.

“I’m all yours.”

“Oh, yes, you are,” he murmured as he peeled the scrap of cloth down my legs.

He stared at my pussy for a few seconds before he stood upright. I did a double take when he held them to his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes closed, and his lips curled upwards. All his weird energy was gone, and I wondered what it was all about. I noticed the blue tie dangling from his other hand. He turned to put my underwear on the table.

I missed this. The lighthearted, fun activities we used to do were gone along with the man I married. I didn’t know how much time he spent stalking me since the nightclub incident, but it felt good to be acknowledged again.

“Get on the bed properly,” he said as he swung the tie in his hand.

I had a funny feeling he was going to tie my hands up, and I was up for that. Our sex life was good, but it wasn’t wild. I backed up on the bed until I felt the pillows. He climbed on the bed and kissed me. It wasn’t a soft or gentle kiss. It was fast and plundering. He moved down my body until his lips were wrapped around my nipple.

“You need to wear this kind of bra all the time,” he murmured before climbing over me to kneel over my belly.

“I think that would be highly inappropriate, especially during winter,” I said, running my fingers over the soft hair on his thighs.

He swooped down and kissed my lips. “That’s true. I don’t want anyone but me perving on these beauties,” he said.

He took his time and kissed, licked and sucked on my nipples until I was writhing beneath him. His cock stood upright again, and I reached for him, only for him to slap my hand away.

“Bad girl,” he said before he moved to one side and rolled me onto my belly.

I smiled when I felt him wrap his tie around my wrists.

“This will cost you extra,” I said with a snigger.

“Nice try, but you didn’t negotiate the terms of our arrangement beforehand, and you can’t try to amend the original agreement now,” he drawled as he tightened the soft silk tie before tying the knot. “That’s not good business.”

I rolled my eyes because only Seth would lecture a ‘prostitute’ on business terms and verbal contracts.

“Have you ever cheated on your wife before?” I asked, wondering what he would say.

“Once, but that’s all in the past now,” he said as he lifted my hips in the air, so I knelt on the bed.

“What?!” I said, trying to look over my shoulder, but it was harder than I anticipated without my hands or arms. “You cheated on me?”

“No, this is the first time I’ve met you. How could I have cheated on you?”

“Seth, this isn't funny,” I growled at him.

“You're right. My dick is no laughing matter,” he said as he snuck underneath me while I was busy trying to jab my knee in his face. I was not successful.

“Mmm, I missed you, baby,” he said as he settled below me.

I froze when I felt his tongue run up and down my pussy. His hands slid down my ass, and his fingers curled around my thighs. He pressed his mouth against me and began to lick my insides. He was slow and methodical, but when I tried to smother him, the grip on my thighs tightened enough for me to remain still.

“I would never cheat on this pussy. I cheated on you with my company by not being there for you, baby,” he said before he started teasing me all over again.

I turned to place my cheek on the bed and relaxed my shoulders. It slowly sank into me that perhaps he understood the enormity of how his actions affected me. I stopped thinking when he pulled me onto his face.

The coarse sensation of his prickly beard against my sensitive flesh, paired with his soft lips and plunging tongue, made me moan. Unable to stop myself, I began to grind myself against his mouth. I needed his dick inside me when I came, but his mouth was too damn good.