Wife (Betrothed 1)

I pulled her onto my lap and guided her up and down.

She moaned when she felt my large dick move in and out, sliding through all the loads I’d already given her throughout the night. Her palms pressed against my chest for balance, and she rolled her hips over and over, taking that dick like a whore who needed cash.

I touched her tits as she fucked me, enjoyed the sight of this beautiful woman dancing on my lap. She bounced up and down then rolled her hips, giving me a show I could jerk off to a million times.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb and brought her to orgasm before I followed.

Now, I was done.

She rolled over and lay beside me, her eyes immediately closing because we’d only slept a couple hours since we’d met at nine the evening before. Her hair wasn’t as shiny as it had been earlier because it was soaked with sweat like she’d gone to the gym.

Her pussy was full, though.

After a minute of relaxing, she sat up and looked at the time. “Shit…”

If she would just come to my place, this would be easier. She wouldn’t have to sneak out of the hotel without being seen. She could sleep in and take a couple days off so she would be in bed by the time I finished work for the day.

“My mother’s gonna get a kick out of this.” She picked up her clothes off the floor and started to get dressed.

“How does your mother know if you haven’t been home all night?”

“Because that woman knows everything.”

I sat up and leaned against the headboard. “And did you tell her about me?”

“No.” She pulled on her bra and panties then zipped up her skirt.

“She thinks you’re out with different guys?”

“I don’t know what she thinks. She doesn’t ask questions.”

That was interesting.

She put on her blouse and smoothed out the wrinkles against her chest. “She’s encouraging me to get this out of my system now. That’s her one regret in life…marrying too young and not fucking around enough.”

A slow grin stretched across my face. “She seems wise.”

She rolled her eyes in a playful way. “She says it’ll be easier for me to marry someone appropriate if I get all this out of my system, so she doesn’t care.” She walked to the mirror on the wall and started fixing her appearance, starting with her crazy hair.

“That must be nice.”

“Yeah, but it’s still weird to talk about. I need to get my own place.”

“I can buy you something.”

She turned to me and gave me the coldest look. “I should be the one giving you money—paying for your manwhore services.”

Most men would take that as a compliment, but since I had a different agenda with her, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear. It implied she was using me for sex…because she didn’t want anything else from me.

“I don’t need your money. I can afford my own apartment now, so I’ll find something soon.”

I intended to steer her away from these hookups at the hotel. I wanted her in my bed or somewhere else more private. This still felt like a dirty affair that we were hiding from our spouses, but if we were just sleeping with each other, it was time to upgrade.

I got out of bed and prepared to walk her to the door.

She grabbed her purse and turned to me. “I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Yes, you will.” My arms slid around her, and I pulled her against my chest so I could kiss her goodbye.

She melted at my touch, like the previous insults had never come from her mouth.

I drew back and let her go, reluctantly.

She looked up at me, as if she had something else to say.

I stared at her as I waited.

“I don’t know what happened earlier… I think we were just—”

“It’s you and me—no one else.” I silenced her insecurities. “However long this lasts, I want it to be just us. If we’re gonna do this, we may as well enjoy every single moment until it’s gone. I want all of you—not just a piece of you.”

This would be the moment where she would argue with me, tell me I didn’t have any part of her. But this time, she let it go, probably because that night of sex was so good that she wasn’t going to stop. She wanted it skin-to-skin, wanted to feel my come fill her up like an empty tank needing gas at the pump. “Alright…until it’s gone.” She was in her heels, so she didn’t have to rise onto her tiptoes to kiss me goodbye. It was the first time she’d done that, gave me any kind of affection that wasn’t purely sexual.

It was a start.

I squeezed her ass before I let her go.

She turned around and walked out, shaking that ass like she was torturing me on purpose. She left without looking at me again, letting the door shut behind her. Once her presence was gone from the room, it immediately felt lonely, like a cold draft had just erased her warmth.