Page 43 of Falling for the Wife

It was the truth. I could no longer hide it. This consuming need to possess her—all of her—hadn’t left my mind for the past five nights. It hounded me, so much so that it even distracted me from work. Nothing, I mean nothing, ever came in between the company and me.

The past nights having her in my arms had become something I looked forward to at the end of a strenuous day at work. Deciding to take this action hadn’t been easy for me, either. But it had to be done. For my heart. For hers. For Paige. Most especially for my late wife. I was not one who took promises lightly, and I wholly intended to keep my end of the bargain.

My decision was set in stone. Nothing could dissuade me. With that in mind, I let out a breath, feeling like a bastard all over again for touching an eighteen-year-old.

Wordlessly, her lips unexpectedly brushed against mine. It was a feather-like kiss, but the impact immobilized me, dumbstruck at her impulsive gesture. Her soft lips pressed again, testing my reaction for a quick second. Emboldened, her lips slightly parted, gradually darting her warm tongue out, luring my mouth to open to her bold advances.

Her brazenness left me reeling, but I remained unresponsive. But instead of shying away from the lack of reaction, she surprised me by shifting her body, spreading her long legs open, and straddling me without hesitation. A strangled sound came out of my throat, tortured. When she strategically situated her heat against the unmistakable bulge in my pants, I undoubtedly felt the warmth permeating off of her moist crevice, and Christ, her cunt was sopping wet.

My restraints were slipping, slowly but surely. Gisele gradually unbound the restrictive chains.

Even though my lips remained unresponsive, my cock was anything but. It zealously twitched as my hand clutched her thigh, silently praying she’d come to her senses and relieve us both from this arduous torture. Somehow, I couldn’t muster the strength to pull away even though panic seized within. It was as if she knew her power over me, knowing she was merely a few attempts away from having me capitulate.

Her cunt sunk lower into my engorged manhood while she let out an erotic moan against my lips, soaking my trousers with her intoxicating musk, raging my cock to new levels of inferno.

Bloody. Fucking. Oath!!!

Hell was where I was definitely heading since my mind began to envisage how it’d feel to impale her snug cunt.She’d likely scream bloody murder if I shoved my cock without foreplay. Women needed extra petting to be able to accommodate my well-endowed size. Quite a hassle really, but seeing a woman’s shocked/awed/pained/impressed/terrified expression simultaneously made it worth my while. And seeing how tiny her pretty little pussy was—well, she’d need an extra hour of coaxing. The image of her glistening cunt made me…unhinged.

I was on fire. My skin burned, my mouth watered, and my cock salivated at the tempting torridness seeping from her parted thighs. If her motive was to throw me off kilter, she’d effectively done so.

I felt mental, torn between debauchery and lucidity. But just as my mind tried to reel more control, she unexpectedly kissed me deeply, erasing every thought I had. The world became a blur, and all I cared about was the woman in my arms.

Drowning in her kiss, I secured my hand behind her head, ravishing her lips, voraciously devouring her whole. I felt drunk, irrevocably under her wicked spell.

Lightly adjusting her hips, she lifted slowly without detaching from our kiss.

Too out of my mind to register anything at all, I was consumed by the power of her kiss and barely heard the zipper of my trousers being lowered. I realized too late; it only dawned on me when her hand wrapped around the shaft. We both groaned in unison from the first stroke of her wicked hand. Without breaking our kiss, the wanton minx strategically sat on my bare length, perfectly positioning my hardness between her slickened cunt lips.

“Bloody sweet mercy, you witch!” A wretched hissing grunt broke out of my throat, vaguely shivering at the superb sensation of her greedy cunt sliding and gliding on my dick. “Damn you and your wet greedy pussy!” I was as incensed as I was equally aroused.

The witch paid no heed to my wretched words. Up and down she went, rocking me to kingdom come.

“Jared,” the sexy kitten moaned as she slipped her robe off her shoulders, exposing her luscious tits directly against my lips. She daringly arched her back, bewitchingly offering me a pink nipple.

This—here—right this instance, this was where I inconceivably lost my bloody mind!

All fight drained away, surrendering to the wicked minx’s wish before I roughly bit into her pebbled rosebud with a wild animalistic groan, evoking a loud whimper from the sex starved woman. Her cunt wild with need, Gisele was seemingly lost as she reveled in the wonderful friction our wet sensual rubbing produced.

“I know you don’t want to really fuck me, but we can be creative. I don’t mind this…stay with me…only seek her to satisfy your other needs,” she panted out as I suckled her breast, one hand gripping her free tit and the other rubbing her clit. “You can have us both. I won’t begrudge you that, Jared. I promise.”

Her words set my dick ablaze. She dangled her mad idea, resulting in my cock hardening further. It couldn’t be denied. Her cunning method of wanting to keep me was as senseless as it was appealing.

What was I to do? Her proposition was tempting. What idiot wouldn’t be? But even so…even if I lashed out all of my frustrations on Rose’s body, my attraction to Gisele wouldn’t dissipate. Did she believe I simply had to fuck Rose and I’d desire her no longer? How I wished my anatomy could easily be convinced. Life surely would be less complicated.

But right this instant, my world became hers. Nothing seemed to matter. No one registered in my muddled brain. However, one thing remained in the back of my mind—Gisele’s undeniable surrender to me, willingly offering every man’s dream on the table. Two women. Both for different purposes. A wife and a mistress. One for sexual needs while the other provided warmth and sanctuary in her arms.

“Are you sure this is what you want? What if you get jealous, what then?” I heaved out, placing a hand on her hip, halting her rocking motion. Cradling her face, I searched for the truth in her depths.

Her gray eyes brazenly battled with my own before she leaned closer and sensually shrugged, letting the rest of her robe slide off her arms, displaying all of her body for my perusal. Her cunt lips encased my length. The slit of my generous cockhead peeking from the top, just above her mons. I had never seen a more beautiful sight. Her wanton exquisiteness left me speechless—she literally took my breath away.

Her eyes followed mine, glancing down below before she began to excruciatingly use her clit to tease and rock the head of my shaft. The mind-numbing sensation excreted pre-cum out of my tiny hole. My thumb swiped it off my shaft, bringing it to her parted lips. I coated the rim of her pink pillowy lips before shoving the rest of my cream on her tongue. With an unwavering stare, Gisele daringly sucked off my thumb and moaned with unbarred wantonness.

I almost lost it.

“I want you. It’s the only thing I care about right now. You ask about jealousy?I already amjealous of Rose. But I’m not going to let it cloud my judgment. I’m not ready to give you up when we’ve barely begun. You want me, and I want you desperately, but your reservations wouldn’t allow you to take what’s legally yours. I may be young, but I can handle you. I’m not going to throw hissy fits and question your every move. You’re free to do as you please. We carry on living our lives without disconnecting from each other. We don’t have to name it anything. We’ll simply be intimately getting to know one other without strings attached or commitment.”

Bloody. Hell. There was no question she had inherited her father’s unshakable determination. Her spunk was admirable. But alas, there were too many red flags…How could she reduce herself being used in such a manner?