Page 11 of Eager Housewife

I clamp my hand between her spread legs, my copious ejaculate seeping out. Presumably that wetness is what she’s surprised by. She’ll have never had sex without a condom.

“Get used to being a creampie.” It’s a joke, and not a joke.

She huffs with gentle laughter, and I wonder if that’s just because of her promise to laugh at my jokes.

I kiss her neck softly as I push my sperm back into her puffy little soaking entrance, fingering her as I do. Cupping her with one hand, with the other I lace our fingers and bring them, joined, to her slit.

“Hold it in.” I look right into her eyes.

“Knickers would really help with this,” she mutters. “It’s all sliding out.”

“No knickers.” I’m firm about that one. I want her bare between the thighs any time I need her. “I said hold it in, wife.”

“I’m trying!” She chokes with laughter, and I grin in response.

“My come will drip down your thighs constantly,” I tell her. “I won’t stop until you’re bred.”

“You really want to get me pregnant?”

“Nope. I want tobreedyou, my wee bonnie housewife.” She’s so gorgeous, I want miniature versions of her to give to the world. My gift to humanity. I cannae wait for wee bairns who look just like her. Who are as kind and sweet and funny.

“Oh.” She blinks up at me, eyes big.

“Regrets?” I cast my gaze down, unwilling to see the answer in her expression.

And that’s when I notice the blood.

It’s only a small smear of pink in the white of our combined cream over my fingers.

“Blythe,” I rasp.

The evidence is damning, pouring mercury into my stomach, a heavy poisonous metal.

“You were a virgin.” And I am the worst husband ever.

“Yes?” There’s uncertainty in her tone.

Duelling emotions rage in my chest. Fury that she didn’t tell me, that she kept this from me. Anger at myself that I didn’t guess, and I wasn’t gentler with her. I didn’t make her first time as sweet as it should have been, and I can never change that. I would have been as patient as she deserves, and instead I was a crazed animal let off the leash.

I took my untouched wife on the floor, without being careful or slow or considerate. I’m choked with regret. I should haveknown. She was so tight, I should have realised. I could break my own bones for revenge at how I’ve hurt her. My little wifey, who I only want to protect and love and worship in this fucked-up way we agreed to.

My hands ball into fists and her eyes go wary as she notices.

Forcing my fingers open, I nod, as I allow myself to acknowledge the other feeling: a spark of happiness. I am such an arsehole that I’m pleased this beautiful little creature belongs entirely to me. I plucked the loveliest flower.

She’smine.

Not just my wife, but I’m the only man to ever plunder her perfect body. I was the first, and if I have anything to do with it, I’ll be the last and only. I own her pussy.

Free use.

She promised it in her vows, and I’ll make it good for her from now on, and try to rectify my blunder. I’ll have her screaming with pleasure over and over as I grind myself into her pussy and spray my come right up against her womb.

“You’re not angry, are you?” Her happy post-orgasm smile has faded to uncertainty.

“Nae. But that wasn’t the first time you deserved. You should have told me.”

She nods slowly, and catches her lip between her teeth in a sly little smile. “It wasn’t so bad.”