I thought I hit the jackpot with Ken. A man who wasn’t afraid to try all manner of things? Who was handsome, good in bed, and would occasionally blow another man for Lana’s sole amusement? Shit! Sign her up and put a ring on it!
Her jealousy was only tempered when she was watching, their fantasy over shopping for Grace notwithstanding. Besides, Grace was an exception. Lana actually got off on the idea that her husband was up in these mountains screwing a woman, going through a checklist of things his wife would like.
Chloe was a completely different story. If her husband were cheating on her, then he was doing it purely for his own selfishness. He didn’t care about her feelings. He was bored. That made Lana jealous.
The only way to placate her irrational emotions right now was to watch her husband take this nobody.
Because Grace was a nobody compared to Kenneth Andrews’s wife. The woman he asked to marry him. The woman he remained married to for ten years. The woman he still looked at with adoration… although it was possible he looked at other women like that too.
Stop it, Lana. She didn’t want to be jealous. She wanted to have some fun.
“Bend over the bed and spread your legs.”
Lana didn’t even watch as Grace obeyed, her flat but cute ass shoved in the air as her stiletto heels gave her height over the bed. Lana only had eyes for her husband, who continued to stand nearby as if this whole scenario amused him.
“You’re going to fuck her,” Lana informed him, fingers pulling apart his shirt, his trousers. “I’m going to watch you fuck this nobody’s pussy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t be smart with me.” Lana pulled his half erect cock out of his pants, her hand stroking his length. “I don’t have the patience for it right now.”
Before Ken could test her patience any further, Lana knelt on the floor and practically devoured her husband’s cock.
This wasn’t foreplay. This was preparing him to fulfill her fantasy of the moment. So there was no lovingly languid way of sucking him, tasting his scent, or playing coy with him. It was purely about getting him hard enough to fuck their mistress.
And hey, if his cock was covered in some of her wetness before it sank into another woman, all the better.
Speaking of… Her husband only deserved the best. And if the best wasn’t Lana in that moment, then the best was at least a wet place to thrust his cock. Lana ran her hand up Grace’s bare thigh, teasing her entrance before shoving two eager fingers inside. Get wet, damnit. Grace groaned into her bed covers, hips meeting the thrusts of Lana’s fingers. Once Lana was able to penetrate past the coarse flesh of a woman’s entrance and touch the smooth walls beyond, she pulled her fingers out.
And the moment she felt Ken rigid in her mouth and tasted precum on her tongue, Lana backed off.
“Fuck her,” she growled in her husband’s ear. “Fuck her for me.”
Ken wrapped his hand around the back of her head and kissed her, his tongue slamming against hers. No, dumbass, I said fuck her! Men!
“Yes, ma’am.” Ken eased away from his wife, his erection lining up with Grace’s spread opening. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”
Lana stood nearby, arms crossed before her red turtleneck and gold finch necklace. “Show her no mercy, and I won’t be disappointed. I want to hear that kitty cry.”
Cry Grace did – cried out, her body quickly invaded by another woman’s husband.
God strike me dead, this is too hot to bear. Yet Lana would stand there stoically, in case either the mistress or the cuckolding husband glanced in her direction. She was dominant in this situation. She could not waver, even though her body flushed in heat and her pussy begged to have a piece of that action.
Because Ken was a god right now.
He took their mistress, thrusting into her over and over, smacking her ass to make her moan and beg. That’s right. Beg for my husband’s cock. Grace spared one second to look over her shoulder at Ken, her face so full of respect for what he could do to her that Lana couldn’t help but puff up in pride. Tell the world how good he is. Then remind them all that I am his wife. Lana covertly brushed her arm against her breast, feeling the jolts of desire pass through her.