Bad Intentions - Too Bad It’s Fake

“What’re you doing?”

“I want to try something,” she said, taking my freshly extracted cock firmly by the base. “Trust me.”

“Of course, I —”

I didn’t get a chance to finish, my ability to speak quickly overridden by the pure joy of my cock sliding up into Emma’s little virgin asshole.

“A-are you sure?” I managed.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

“Okay, j-just, be careful.”

“Yes.”

“If it hurts, we’ll stop.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Promise?”

“I promise,” she whispered.

Using my hand position to gently spread her ass, I held still as she eased herself up and down my shaft, losing her final virginity, appropriately enough on our honeymoon. Her maidenhead was long gone but at least we still had this. I didn’t really hold with tradition, but it was nice to have something to make things really special for our first time since getting married.

Emma orgasmed in record time her entire body stiffening before she collapsed against me going limp. Holding onto her tight, I stood up and turned, laying her down on her back, carefully pulling out of her asshole, kissing her as I did so. When Emma regained the ability to walk, at least after a fashion, we got into the shower and scrubbed each other off before going to bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

I had never expected to get everything that I ever wanted from a stupid award, but somehow fate had made it that way. What had started as a fake plan, turned real and wonderful. And as my beautiful wife slept peacefully in my arms, carrying my baby, I couldn’t believe how lucky I had become. This was real wealth, and I was rich with love.

THE END