Chapter Twenty
Aaron was a bundle of nerves as he waited for his bride to return.
Pacing the small cottage, he ran his hand through his hair several times, his mind reeling as he imagined what Amber was doing at that very moment.
Unable to take it any longer, he held up his phone once more and looked at the pic she’d texted him.
The condom was huge! Grant must have a ginormous cock! And there was so much cum in it.
Cum made while thrusting into Aaron’s wife. Cum made while inside of Amber.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Torn between staring at the image and pacing some more, he finally put the phone down and started his slow, agonizing, repetitive walk around the small space.
Then he heard the door opening.
Shit! She was back!
He rushed to the door to greet her.
The first thing he noticed was the glow on her face. And then, as she walked deeper into the cottage, he saw those graceful movements—almost as if she were floating a little bit off the ground.
She never looked like that after sex with him.
His diaper was tight now as his cock jabbed against the bulky barrier, trying to break free from that cotton prison.
When Amber hugged him, though, sighing wistfully, he melted in her arms and felt nothing but unadulterated happiness.
“Oh, honey,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
Aaron understood.
He’d allowed her to have an amazing experience, and she realized what a precious gift it was.
There was something intimate being passed between them at that moment. Something that words could not describe.
But Aaron felt it. And he knew Amber did, too.
That faded, though, a few seconds later. All the blood rushed back to his member, and suddenly, he was just as horny as he had been while he’d waited for her.
“How many times did you come? Is he big? Like, way bigger than me? I mean, I saw the condom. He has to be!”
The questions came at a breakneck pace, his words all strung together.
Amber patted the front of his diaper. “Easy there, baby boy. I’m pretty tired tonight.
Maybe I’ll fill you in on the details tomorrow.
” A devilish smirk turned her lips up. “Or maybe not. You’re in some trouble, cutie, the way you spied on us.
But we’ll deal with that later. Right now, it’s late and I’m ready to go to bed.
” She chuckled before throwing in, “Grant wore me out.”
Aaron couldn’t believe what he’d just heard—and how Amber was acting!
This was like something straight out of his dreams. It would seem weird to people, he knew, that being denied even basic details like that was both infuriatingly maddening and erotically thrilling at the same time.
Of course, most people would think this whole situation was weird.
His mind instantly went to the guys at the fire station. Man, if his brothers-in-arms—or brothers-in-hoses—knew about all this, he’d never live it down.
Don’t worry about that. This is your life, and you’re finally having a chance to live it exactly the way you want! Run with it. Don’t look back.
The silent encouragement worked, and those doubts disappeared just as fast as they’d come on.
His arousal didn’t disappear, though.
“Come on. Just tell me something. Anything. Please?”
“I am telling you something. Telling you to go to bed!”
Aaron groaned, but he didn’t argue. There was no point in it.
He was under Amber’s authority, and his only option was to accept her decision.
And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.