Der verlorene Koffer Eine pikante Wette Episode 2
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"This is rather nice of you, Shyla. Especially, during office hours."
She handed me a wine glass with red wine. "Well, I guess I'm just proving that I'm not such a tart as I'm sure you tell your wife here, Tony."
"I don't talk about you like that," I corrected her, leaning my head back.
She grabbed another glass. "I gotta call bullshit there. Let's go to the source, Jenna, does he talk shit about me?" Shyla pondered, looking at Jenna.
"I'm sorry, but I gotta support my husband here," Jenna made clear, while grinning and rubbing my leg.
"Oh, she is a keeper, where did you two meet anyway? You two weren't meant to be a one night stand, were you?" Shyla wondered, handing Jenna a wine glass.
Shyla sat back down behind her desk and positioned her feet on her desk.
I glanced down her black skirt. 'Oh, black silk panties, so that's what she wears under there. Is she putting herself on display?' I thought, while checking them out.
"No, I met him at a party through friends," Jenna replied, before sipping some wine.
"Dumb cunt," Jenna muttered under her breath, looking away. "What business is it of yours anyway?"
A few seconds later. she turned back. "He was definitely more wound up back then. I mean he took almost everything seriously, he was the only guy I knew that would do everything in his power to make sure he got exactly eight hours of sleep and got to shower at the exact same time everyday. He told me that after we dated for a month and I thought he was joking. A couple months later, I moved with him and he proved how serious he was about that. I'll give him this: he uses that energy on me and always does smell good," Jenna explained, while caressing my leg.
"No kidding? That must have driven you crazy, but you still married him. He must know what he's doing in the bedroom, I'm sure he leaves you satisfied."
Jenna slanted her head back, sighed and put her eyebrows down. "That's a little personal, Shyla," Jenna pointed out, putting her drink down.
"I'm not asking for details, it was just an observation."
Jenna rose to her feet, stood tall at six foot and placed her hands on her hips. "Well, with all do respect, Tony is my husband and we'll talk about our sex life when we're alone in the comfort of our home. You constantly keep him late and I've had enough," she stated, before she turned to me. "Come on, Tony."
"Whoa, sweetie," I said, rising to my feet.
I looked at her green eyes, red hair and everything above her shoulders. "I've worked for her for over five years now, so we have a good work relationship. I also know she didn't mean anything by it," I told her, before I leaned in closer to her.
"Besides, you are displaying the giant crack, she might have gotten the wrong idea," I whispered.
She took a loud exhale and did up a couple more buttons on her pink blouse. "I apologize, Shyla."
"It's okay, Jenna," Shyla mentioned, strolling back to her chair. "Maybe you two should go though. Tony, take the rest of the day off and be with your wife. I don't need you here."
I put my palms up. "Whoa, are you firing me?"
"No, that would be unprofessional," Shyla answered, glancing at us with her palms flat on her desk. "I'm pretty damn sure that your wife doesn't like me, so this'll be the last time we do this. Don't worry, I wouldn't want to rub your tight panties the wrong way again," Shyla declared, gawking at Jenna.
"You heard her, Tony," Jenna added, seizing my hand. "Let's go."
I bit my bottom lip. "I'm sorry, Shyla," I said, before I left with Jenna.
"Don't apologize, damn it! It was bullshit and you know it!" Jenna snapped.
The entire ride home, not a word was spoken and I felt my heart pump into overdrive.
I bit my lip to force myself not to say something. 'She is just speeding her ass off to get a reaction out of me; just let her have her shit fit.'
A few minutes later, she slammed on her breaks when we arrived home.
She glared at me as she turned the engine off. "Do you want to fuck her?"
"What, no, she is my boss."
"Exactly, she is powerful, has money, and is smoking hot. She is skinny, doesn't have a single defect on the skin she was showing, and has you in the palm of her hand. I totally fucking saw her letting her panties show when she had her legs up, and you were drooling like a dog. To add insult to injury, she let her crack out too. She didn't have all of the buttons on her blouse done up either, but yet you gave me crap about it? You didn't even tell her to cut the shit out, that's not being a man, that's being weak. What the fuck, dude? I'm your wife, remember? You could at least call out her bullshit for me as she puts herself out there. You stand up for me, not that brunette bimbo."
"I know that, and I'm sorry, Jenna. She might be hot, but the ring is on your finger, not hers. You have nothing to be concerned about."
"Yeah, you say that now, but what are you gonna say when I walk into the office and see you fucking her doggie style on her desk? You wouldn't stop ogling her even as I was rubbing your leg, and now you are saying I shouldn't be worried? Fuck you!" she yelled, before she exited the car and ran inside.
I sat there for a moment with my hand on my heart. "Damn, you have a stick up your ass, Jenna and you are killing my heart," I muttered, before I got out of the car.
I strolled up to the door and walked in. "She didn't even turn the lights on, that's a bad sign," I whispered, strutting into the living room.
I sat down on the couch, that was right in front of the bedroom door and put my hand on my heart. 'Okay, was Shyla really putting herself out there? Its one thing to pull that crap when its just us, but she did it when the one time she invites Jenna into the office? Shit, my wife has got me so nerve wrecked, and my heart is getting ready to burst out of my chest.'
I positioned my hands onto my face for a few minutes and just waited for my nerves to calm down. 'Oh, I'd love to see Shyla naked though, does that make me a bad person? I want to fuck her, but I'm not gonna act on it. I just have a fantasy, that's all.'
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and the light shined on me. "Well, are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna come in here and fuck your pissed off wife?" Jenna pondered, standing in the doorway.
"Wow, the leaper print rayon panties and bra set," I muttered, grinning.
She brought her hands to the bottom of her breasts and lifted them up somewhat. "Your boss may have made me resentful of your relationship, but that doesn't mean you can't have some fun with your elegant wife."
I calmly rose to the my feet and walked to her. "You know I love you, Jenna. You have nothing to be jealous of."
"Oh, I know," she let me know, wrapping her hands around my tie. "That bitchy brunette gets you for over fifty hours a week and I just need my fix too. I haven't had your manhood inside me for nearly three weeks now. I'm not even sure that's legal," she whispered, prior to kissing me.
She kept her lips on mine for about minute and wrapped her arms around me too.
My pants became even tighter and a couple tears appeared on my face. 'Oh, Shyla may be hot, but I have a ravishing wife to fuck,' I thought, before I enveloped my arms around her as well.
We both went into the bedroom, and she fell back onto the bed. I landed right on top of her, but our lips didn't part. We made out for about five minutes straight. After that, I immediately climbed down to her crotch.
I slid off her panties and threw them against the wall. "I'll have some fun with my wife and make her moan in the process," I told her, leaning my head down to her slit.
I stuck my tongue out and let it slide right in between her lips. I immediately tasted her juices and they flowed into my mouth as I made her entire body vibrate.
"Fuck yes, Tony, there is that horny man I married," she moaned, placing her hands onto my head. "Get that tongue in there deep."
I had my arms wrapped around her legs and I held her as tightly as I could. She still had her back rub against the bed and she rubbed my head ever so softly. My tongue slid up and down right on her clit while I just watched her.
She had her eyes closed and her head moved back and forth nonstop. I already felt to be hotter a turkey roasting away. Without removing my tongue, I undid my pants and pushed them down along with my boxers.
My hard cock sprung right out and hit the bed. I felt it rub onto the soft sheets and her hands moved onto my neck. She caressed it and glanced over at me. She puckered her lips and made kissing sound too.
Meanwhile, I sucked her lips into my mouth as well. 'Swollen lips, what's not to love?'
"Oh, I can't believe you've deprived me from this, Tony. You must hate me."
I reached up, grabbed her left tit and squeezed it.
"I love you, Tony," she told me, before she bowed up and put her hands on my noggin. "You know how to use that tongue and your lips too. How could I not love that about you?"
She seized my wrists and brought my hands over to her melons. "You wanna fuck my nipples too? Pinch them for me and make me wanna cum all over your face."
I did indeed bring my fingers on each side of her nipples.
"Oh, that's the motherfucking spot. This is how you get me off, in the kinky ways your bitch boss never gets to hear about!" she yelled, scraping my head.
She spread her legs out as far as she could and shook around too. I managed to keep my tongue inside her slit, despite how much she vibrated and scrubbed my head. I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew what face she had.
"Come up here," she told me, pulling my head up. "I wanna taste my juice off your lips," she mentioned, before kissing me.
We made out for a moment as we both placed our hands onto each other's thighs. As our make out session progressed, we moved closer to each other.
After that moment, her lips came off mine. "Fuck your boss. If I want to fuck you in the middle of the park, I will, and it won't be any of her business."
"Sweetie, she really didn't mean anything by it."
"Shut up, and get your tongue in my pussy," she demanded, pushing my head down.
I eagerly climbed back down there.
She brought her hands down to her cherry and even spread out her lips for me. "I have half a mind to film myself showering you with my lady juice, and show everyone, except for your boss."
I just stuck my tongue inside her pussy again and she shoved it in even further as she pushed my head towards her crotch. I let my tongue run free going in all sorts of different directions. In only about a minute, she fell back, but kept her hands on my head.
'Oh, her hatred of Shyla seems to be a turn on. I love and hate it.'
She began jiggling around and letting her tits shake in the process. I kept my eyes on her and watched the effects up close. Her juice never stopped flowing into my mouth and she never stopped taking short breaths either.
"Damn, Tony," she moaned, arching her back up.
She placed my hands back onto her bosoms and buried them underneath hers as our eyes met. "Shit, you are making me feel like I'm sweating up ten storms all at once, my hot husband. Do you want me to cum all over your face? Are you gonna make me wait to see the spectacle? Will you deliver on the unspoken vow that you'd never let me go unsatisfied?"
I shook my head no as she continued to rub my head.
"Yes, suck on my clit for me!" she screeched, pulling my hair and slanting her head back.
It hurt so much, that a single tear was sprouted.
"Fuck, sweetheart, I'm cumming!" she yelled, prior to releasing my head.
I glared at her lips until the clock ran out.
"Now I remember why I married you," she joked, exploding all over my face.
It lasted for about a minute until she was fully done. After the first hit, I had to close my eyes, but I certainly enjoyed the feeling of having her shower my face.
I smiled. "Just like a water hose suddenly being turned onto full blast," I laughed.
"Quit laughing and get up here," she demanded, pulling me back up with her.
Our lips came together as they rest of my face dried. For the first couple minutes, I kept my eyes closed and stayed on my knees. Eventually, she fell back and I followed. We continued to make out for a few minutes with our arms around each other and then I opened my eyes.
Her lips parted from mine. "Do you forgive me?"
"For what?"
"I just think she has a crush on you and I can't think of any other reason why she likes you so much. She wants your cock inside her, I know it."
"You mean this cock?" I wondered, sticking my manhood inside her slit.
"Yes, and you just proved my point, why wouldn't she want that pecker inside her loose pussy?"
"I don't know, but I'm fucking you right now. I'm gonna fuck you until my cock goes numb, do you like the sound of that?" I wondered, thrusting my schlong.
"Yes," she answered, placing her hands onto my shoulders.
My arms ventured underneath her and I held her rather close. My cock only managed to make small thrusts, but it was more than enough for her. We kept our eyes on one another the entire time and her pussy was plenty slick for my cock to very easily slide in and out.
"Ow, you don't gotta dig into my skin with those fingernails, hun," I moaned.
"Its your fault, you are the one with the big cock. Shove it in as deep as you can get for me, sweetie. Once you do that, cum deep inside me. I wanna feel every single drop I can oozing around."
"I can do that for the woman I love," I told her, rising up a bit.
I slanted my back and my hands grabbed onto her thighs. "Are you ready?"
She just nodded and placed her hands onto my butt. I slid my cock all the way out of her slit, except for the head and slammed it right back in.
"Oh, fuck you, Tony," she laughed. "You are using that cock to your advantage to make me love you even more," she continued laughing, moving her head back and forth.
I just went back to thrusting my member, but at a much faster rate. I had sweat dripping off my face and falling onto her tits. I grinned and felt my heart beating like a jackhammer again. She caressed my butt cheeks with both hands and kept her eyes on me, despite that I continuously caused her head to shake.
"I feel as light as a feather and feel like I could fuck you all night long, Jenna."
"Oh, shut your trap until fulfill your obligation, I will not tolerate any bullshit, do you understand?"
"All to well in fact," I answered, rising up and sliding my pecker out.
I got onto my knees and helped her up.
I immediately turned her around and made her arch her back down. "I won't tolerate any of your bullshit either, Jenna," I made clear, grabbing my cock and sliding the head across her butt.
It tingled me and made me jerk around too. "Its as if you are just sexual ecstasy," I muttered, as the head made it's way to the entrance.
I let it slide right into her slit and it went all the way in. "Oh, you have a warm butt too," I moaned, feeling it on my thighs.
I reached over to her breasts and massaged them for a moment. "So, soft and delicate, I love them, Jenna."
"The name isn't 'Jenna'."
I immediately opened my eyes, leaned up and saw Shyla's face. "Shyla?"
She immediately turned back in mind. "What the fuck did you just call me?" Jenna snapped.
"Nothing, I'm sorry, sweetie."
"So you do have a thing for her?" she wondered before she sighed. "You wanna fuck her, I knew it."
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
"We'll talk about that later, just fuck me right now. I'm not mad, I promise," she let me know, before she kissed me.
She bent down and I planted my palms on her butt. "I love you, Jenna."
"I know, you told me that already, just fuck me."
My cock never went limp and then I began thrusting my cock again.
I felt my heart beating again. 'Well, Jenna is cool, she hasn't torn my head off yet.'
She moved her head and looked back towards me. "Fuck me like you mean it, Tony!"
I took my rod out again and paced myself. "Okay," I answered, taking a deep breath.
"Fuck yes, that's how I want it, you motherfucker. Fuck me how you want to fuck Shyla!" she yelled, right after I slammed my manhood back into her.
"I am, you fucking wench. Shut up and take it!"
I began thrusting my cock incredibly hard and I felt as if I was burning away under the sun.
"Your cock must hurt by now, why haven't you made me cum yet? Why won't you make me feel the pain and pleasure of a power orgasm only a woman's husband can give her?" she growled.
My entire body clenched up and I felt pains going through out it too. From my painful knee joints, going all the way to my aching head as it was spinning around mentally. Her pussy seemed to become slicker as my wood moved effortlessly, but it was still on fire.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Jenna," I muttered, starting to pull out.
"Hey, keep that cock inside me and shoot your load!" she roared.
I felt every single part if my body except for my cock ache, but it was worth it. My seed bursted through my system faster than a waterfall as she glared at me.
"Give me a fucking baby, Tony. I want to be a mom right now."
My eyes widened and suddenly I filled up her womb with my seed. "Oh, shit," I muttered before I collapsed.
I lied there on my back for a moment with my eyes closed, while only heavy breathing could be heard. Suddenly, I felt the mattress maneuver and I felt her lie on top of me, with her head on my chest.
"Nothing will ever make me stop loving you, Tony, even if you do want that skank to ride you."
"Good to know," I replied, wrapping my arms around her.
We cuddled for a few minutes as we cooled off, mentally and physically.
Her head rose somewhat. "How long have you wanted to have sex with her?"
My eyes drifted and I bit my lip.
"You can tell me, you just proved how much you love me."
"A few years now, I guess."
"No kidding? She promoted you so you'd be working directly with her a few years ago though. That's interesting timing," she pointed out, raising her eyebrows.
I featured a guilty face.
"Oh, look at those cheeks, they are bright red, as if you just painted them," she mentioned, prior to kissing me.
After kissing me for a full minute, her lips parted from mine. "I swear to you, I'm not mad. I guess even with my rocking body, you are gonna notice her showing off hers, right?"
I remained perfectly still.
"'There really is no good answer to that, sweetie. I mean, I could say yes and you'd slap me or I could say no and you'd call out bullshit.'. That's what you are thinking right?"
"Well, we don't both need to say it."
"On a scale from one to ten, how likely are you to fuck her, given the opportunity?"
"Zero, I promise. I'm committed to you and only you."
"If you say it, I believe you. Now fuck me again."
We went at a few more times until both hands on the clock met on the '12'.
"We should get to bed, you gotta be at work in the morning," she suggested, rolling off me. "You wouldn't want to keep the steaming skank waiting."
She turned off the light and that was that for the night.
Ten minutes later as I was sure she was out, I brought my hands to my face. 'Shit, I gotta quit or I'm gonna fuck Shyla.'
She handed me a wine glass with red wine. "Well, I guess I'm just proving that I'm not such a tart as I'm sure you tell your wife here, Tony."
"I don't talk about you like that," I corrected her, leaning my head back.
She grabbed another glass. "I gotta call bullshit there. Let's go to the source, Jenna, does he talk shit about me?" Shyla pondered, looking at Jenna.
"I'm sorry, but I gotta support my husband here," Jenna made clear, while grinning and rubbing my leg.
"Oh, she is a keeper, where did you two meet anyway? You two weren't meant to be a one night stand, were you?" Shyla wondered, handing Jenna a wine glass.
Shyla sat back down behind her desk and positioned her feet on her desk.
I glanced down her black skirt. 'Oh, black silk panties, so that's what she wears under there. Is she putting herself on display?' I thought, while checking them out.
"No, I met him at a party through friends," Jenna replied, before sipping some wine.
"Dumb cunt," Jenna muttered under her breath, looking away. "What business is it of yours anyway?"
A few seconds later. she turned back. "He was definitely more wound up back then. I mean he took almost everything seriously, he was the only guy I knew that would do everything in his power to make sure he got exactly eight hours of sleep and got to shower at the exact same time everyday. He told me that after we dated for a month and I thought he was joking. A couple months later, I moved with him and he proved how serious he was about that. I'll give him this: he uses that energy on me and always does smell good," Jenna explained, while caressing my leg.
"No kidding? That must have driven you crazy, but you still married him. He must know what he's doing in the bedroom, I'm sure he leaves you satisfied."
Jenna slanted her head back, sighed and put her eyebrows down. "That's a little personal, Shyla," Jenna pointed out, putting her drink down.
"I'm not asking for details, it was just an observation."
Jenna rose to her feet, stood tall at six foot and placed her hands on her hips. "Well, with all do respect, Tony is my husband and we'll talk about our sex life when we're alone in the comfort of our home. You constantly keep him late and I've had enough," she stated, before she turned to me. "Come on, Tony."
"Whoa, sweetie," I said, rising to my feet.
I looked at her green eyes, red hair and everything above her shoulders. "I've worked for her for over five years now, so we have a good work relationship. I also know she didn't mean anything by it," I told her, before I leaned in closer to her.
"Besides, you are displaying the giant crack, she might have gotten the wrong idea," I whispered.
She took a loud exhale and did up a couple more buttons on her pink blouse. "I apologize, Shyla."
"It's okay, Jenna," Shyla mentioned, strolling back to her chair. "Maybe you two should go though. Tony, take the rest of the day off and be with your wife. I don't need you here."
I put my palms up. "Whoa, are you firing me?"
"No, that would be unprofessional," Shyla answered, glancing at us with her palms flat on her desk. "I'm pretty damn sure that your wife doesn't like me, so this'll be the last time we do this. Don't worry, I wouldn't want to rub your tight panties the wrong way again," Shyla declared, gawking at Jenna.
"You heard her, Tony," Jenna added, seizing my hand. "Let's go."
I bit my bottom lip. "I'm sorry, Shyla," I said, before I left with Jenna.
"Don't apologize, damn it! It was bullshit and you know it!" Jenna snapped.
The entire ride home, not a word was spoken and I felt my heart pump into overdrive.
I bit my lip to force myself not to say something. 'She is just speeding her ass off to get a reaction out of me; just let her have her shit fit.'
A few minutes later, she slammed on her breaks when we arrived home.
She glared at me as she turned the engine off. "Do you want to fuck her?"
"What, no, she is my boss."
"Exactly, she is powerful, has money, and is smoking hot. She is skinny, doesn't have a single defect on the skin she was showing, and has you in the palm of her hand. I totally fucking saw her letting her panties show when she had her legs up, and you were drooling like a dog. To add insult to injury, she let her crack out too. She didn't have all of the buttons on her blouse done up either, but yet you gave me crap about it? You didn't even tell her to cut the shit out, that's not being a man, that's being weak. What the fuck, dude? I'm your wife, remember? You could at least call out her bullshit for me as she puts herself out there. You stand up for me, not that brunette bimbo."
"I know that, and I'm sorry, Jenna. She might be hot, but the ring is on your finger, not hers. You have nothing to be concerned about."
"Yeah, you say that now, but what are you gonna say when I walk into the office and see you fucking her doggie style on her desk? You wouldn't stop ogling her even as I was rubbing your leg, and now you are saying I shouldn't be worried? Fuck you!" she yelled, before she exited the car and ran inside.
I sat there for a moment with my hand on my heart. "Damn, you have a stick up your ass, Jenna and you are killing my heart," I muttered, before I got out of the car.
I strolled up to the door and walked in. "She didn't even turn the lights on, that's a bad sign," I whispered, strutting into the living room.
I sat down on the couch, that was right in front of the bedroom door and put my hand on my heart. 'Okay, was Shyla really putting herself out there? Its one thing to pull that crap when its just us, but she did it when the one time she invites Jenna into the office? Shit, my wife has got me so nerve wrecked, and my heart is getting ready to burst out of my chest.'
I positioned my hands onto my face for a few minutes and just waited for my nerves to calm down. 'Oh, I'd love to see Shyla naked though, does that make me a bad person? I want to fuck her, but I'm not gonna act on it. I just have a fantasy, that's all.'
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and the light shined on me. "Well, are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna come in here and fuck your pissed off wife?" Jenna pondered, standing in the doorway.
"Wow, the leaper print rayon panties and bra set," I muttered, grinning.
She brought her hands to the bottom of her breasts and lifted them up somewhat. "Your boss may have made me resentful of your relationship, but that doesn't mean you can't have some fun with your elegant wife."
I calmly rose to the my feet and walked to her. "You know I love you, Jenna. You have nothing to be jealous of."
"Oh, I know," she let me know, wrapping her hands around my tie. "That bitchy brunette gets you for over fifty hours a week and I just need my fix too. I haven't had your manhood inside me for nearly three weeks now. I'm not even sure that's legal," she whispered, prior to kissing me.
She kept her lips on mine for about minute and wrapped her arms around me too.
My pants became even tighter and a couple tears appeared on my face. 'Oh, Shyla may be hot, but I have a ravishing wife to fuck,' I thought, before I enveloped my arms around her as well.
We both went into the bedroom, and she fell back onto the bed. I landed right on top of her, but our lips didn't part. We made out for about five minutes straight. After that, I immediately climbed down to her crotch.
I slid off her panties and threw them against the wall. "I'll have some fun with my wife and make her moan in the process," I told her, leaning my head down to her slit.
I stuck my tongue out and let it slide right in between her lips. I immediately tasted her juices and they flowed into my mouth as I made her entire body vibrate.
"Fuck yes, Tony, there is that horny man I married," she moaned, placing her hands onto my head. "Get that tongue in there deep."
I had my arms wrapped around her legs and I held her as tightly as I could. She still had her back rub against the bed and she rubbed my head ever so softly. My tongue slid up and down right on her clit while I just watched her.
She had her eyes closed and her head moved back and forth nonstop. I already felt to be hotter a turkey roasting away. Without removing my tongue, I undid my pants and pushed them down along with my boxers.
My hard cock sprung right out and hit the bed. I felt it rub onto the soft sheets and her hands moved onto my neck. She caressed it and glanced over at me. She puckered her lips and made kissing sound too.
Meanwhile, I sucked her lips into my mouth as well. 'Swollen lips, what's not to love?'
"Oh, I can't believe you've deprived me from this, Tony. You must hate me."
I reached up, grabbed her left tit and squeezed it.
"I love you, Tony," she told me, before she bowed up and put her hands on my noggin. "You know how to use that tongue and your lips too. How could I not love that about you?"
She seized my wrists and brought my hands over to her melons. "You wanna fuck my nipples too? Pinch them for me and make me wanna cum all over your face."
I did indeed bring my fingers on each side of her nipples.
"Oh, that's the motherfucking spot. This is how you get me off, in the kinky ways your bitch boss never gets to hear about!" she yelled, scraping my head.
She spread her legs out as far as she could and shook around too. I managed to keep my tongue inside her slit, despite how much she vibrated and scrubbed my head. I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew what face she had.
"Come up here," she told me, pulling my head up. "I wanna taste my juice off your lips," she mentioned, before kissing me.
We made out for a moment as we both placed our hands onto each other's thighs. As our make out session progressed, we moved closer to each other.
After that moment, her lips came off mine. "Fuck your boss. If I want to fuck you in the middle of the park, I will, and it won't be any of her business."
"Sweetie, she really didn't mean anything by it."
"Shut up, and get your tongue in my pussy," she demanded, pushing my head down.
I eagerly climbed back down there.
She brought her hands down to her cherry and even spread out her lips for me. "I have half a mind to film myself showering you with my lady juice, and show everyone, except for your boss."
I just stuck my tongue inside her pussy again and she shoved it in even further as she pushed my head towards her crotch. I let my tongue run free going in all sorts of different directions. In only about a minute, she fell back, but kept her hands on my head.
'Oh, her hatred of Shyla seems to be a turn on. I love and hate it.'
She began jiggling around and letting her tits shake in the process. I kept my eyes on her and watched the effects up close. Her juice never stopped flowing into my mouth and she never stopped taking short breaths either.
"Damn, Tony," she moaned, arching her back up.
She placed my hands back onto her bosoms and buried them underneath hers as our eyes met. "Shit, you are making me feel like I'm sweating up ten storms all at once, my hot husband. Do you want me to cum all over your face? Are you gonna make me wait to see the spectacle? Will you deliver on the unspoken vow that you'd never let me go unsatisfied?"
I shook my head no as she continued to rub my head.
"Yes, suck on my clit for me!" she screeched, pulling my hair and slanting her head back.
It hurt so much, that a single tear was sprouted.
"Fuck, sweetheart, I'm cumming!" she yelled, prior to releasing my head.
I glared at her lips until the clock ran out.
"Now I remember why I married you," she joked, exploding all over my face.
It lasted for about a minute until she was fully done. After the first hit, I had to close my eyes, but I certainly enjoyed the feeling of having her shower my face.
I smiled. "Just like a water hose suddenly being turned onto full blast," I laughed.
"Quit laughing and get up here," she demanded, pulling me back up with her.
Our lips came together as they rest of my face dried. For the first couple minutes, I kept my eyes closed and stayed on my knees. Eventually, she fell back and I followed. We continued to make out for a few minutes with our arms around each other and then I opened my eyes.
Her lips parted from mine. "Do you forgive me?"
"For what?"
"I just think she has a crush on you and I can't think of any other reason why she likes you so much. She wants your cock inside her, I know it."
"You mean this cock?" I wondered, sticking my manhood inside her slit.
"Yes, and you just proved my point, why wouldn't she want that pecker inside her loose pussy?"
"I don't know, but I'm fucking you right now. I'm gonna fuck you until my cock goes numb, do you like the sound of that?" I wondered, thrusting my schlong.
"Yes," she answered, placing her hands onto my shoulders.
My arms ventured underneath her and I held her rather close. My cock only managed to make small thrusts, but it was more than enough for her. We kept our eyes on one another the entire time and her pussy was plenty slick for my cock to very easily slide in and out.
"Ow, you don't gotta dig into my skin with those fingernails, hun," I moaned.
"Its your fault, you are the one with the big cock. Shove it in as deep as you can get for me, sweetie. Once you do that, cum deep inside me. I wanna feel every single drop I can oozing around."
"I can do that for the woman I love," I told her, rising up a bit.
I slanted my back and my hands grabbed onto her thighs. "Are you ready?"
She just nodded and placed her hands onto my butt. I slid my cock all the way out of her slit, except for the head and slammed it right back in.
"Oh, fuck you, Tony," she laughed. "You are using that cock to your advantage to make me love you even more," she continued laughing, moving her head back and forth.
I just went back to thrusting my member, but at a much faster rate. I had sweat dripping off my face and falling onto her tits. I grinned and felt my heart beating like a jackhammer again. She caressed my butt cheeks with both hands and kept her eyes on me, despite that I continuously caused her head to shake.
"I feel as light as a feather and feel like I could fuck you all night long, Jenna."
"Oh, shut your trap until fulfill your obligation, I will not tolerate any bullshit, do you understand?"
"All to well in fact," I answered, rising up and sliding my pecker out.
I got onto my knees and helped her up.
I immediately turned her around and made her arch her back down. "I won't tolerate any of your bullshit either, Jenna," I made clear, grabbing my cock and sliding the head across her butt.
It tingled me and made me jerk around too. "Its as if you are just sexual ecstasy," I muttered, as the head made it's way to the entrance.
I let it slide right into her slit and it went all the way in. "Oh, you have a warm butt too," I moaned, feeling it on my thighs.
I reached over to her breasts and massaged them for a moment. "So, soft and delicate, I love them, Jenna."
"The name isn't 'Jenna'."
I immediately opened my eyes, leaned up and saw Shyla's face. "Shyla?"
She immediately turned back in mind. "What the fuck did you just call me?" Jenna snapped.
"Nothing, I'm sorry, sweetie."
"So you do have a thing for her?" she wondered before she sighed. "You wanna fuck her, I knew it."
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
"We'll talk about that later, just fuck me right now. I'm not mad, I promise," she let me know, before she kissed me.
She bent down and I planted my palms on her butt. "I love you, Jenna."
"I know, you told me that already, just fuck me."
My cock never went limp and then I began thrusting my cock again.
I felt my heart beating again. 'Well, Jenna is cool, she hasn't torn my head off yet.'
She moved her head and looked back towards me. "Fuck me like you mean it, Tony!"
I took my rod out again and paced myself. "Okay," I answered, taking a deep breath.
"Fuck yes, that's how I want it, you motherfucker. Fuck me how you want to fuck Shyla!" she yelled, right after I slammed my manhood back into her.
"I am, you fucking wench. Shut up and take it!"
I began thrusting my cock incredibly hard and I felt as if I was burning away under the sun.
"Your cock must hurt by now, why haven't you made me cum yet? Why won't you make me feel the pain and pleasure of a power orgasm only a woman's husband can give her?" she growled.
My entire body clenched up and I felt pains going through out it too. From my painful knee joints, going all the way to my aching head as it was spinning around mentally. Her pussy seemed to become slicker as my wood moved effortlessly, but it was still on fire.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Jenna," I muttered, starting to pull out.
"Hey, keep that cock inside me and shoot your load!" she roared.
I felt every single part if my body except for my cock ache, but it was worth it. My seed bursted through my system faster than a waterfall as she glared at me.
"Give me a fucking baby, Tony. I want to be a mom right now."
My eyes widened and suddenly I filled up her womb with my seed. "Oh, shit," I muttered before I collapsed.
I lied there on my back for a moment with my eyes closed, while only heavy breathing could be heard. Suddenly, I felt the mattress maneuver and I felt her lie on top of me, with her head on my chest.
"Nothing will ever make me stop loving you, Tony, even if you do want that skank to ride you."
"Good to know," I replied, wrapping my arms around her.
We cuddled for a few minutes as we cooled off, mentally and physically.
Her head rose somewhat. "How long have you wanted to have sex with her?"
My eyes drifted and I bit my lip.
"You can tell me, you just proved how much you love me."
"A few years now, I guess."
"No kidding? She promoted you so you'd be working directly with her a few years ago though. That's interesting timing," she pointed out, raising her eyebrows.
I featured a guilty face.
"Oh, look at those cheeks, they are bright red, as if you just painted them," she mentioned, prior to kissing me.
After kissing me for a full minute, her lips parted from mine. "I swear to you, I'm not mad. I guess even with my rocking body, you are gonna notice her showing off hers, right?"
I remained perfectly still.
"'There really is no good answer to that, sweetie. I mean, I could say yes and you'd slap me or I could say no and you'd call out bullshit.'. That's what you are thinking right?"
"Well, we don't both need to say it."
"On a scale from one to ten, how likely are you to fuck her, given the opportunity?"
"Zero, I promise. I'm committed to you and only you."
"If you say it, I believe you. Now fuck me again."
We went at a few more times until both hands on the clock met on the '12'.
"We should get to bed, you gotta be at work in the morning," she suggested, rolling off me. "You wouldn't want to keep the steaming skank waiting."
She turned off the light and that was that for the night.
Ten minutes later as I was sure she was out, I brought my hands to my face. 'Shit, I gotta quit or I'm gonna fuck Shyla.'
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