38 - He Knows His Place, Part Seven #3
“Hmm, that felt really, really good. Nothing better than being fondled in my sleep,” Mia said.
“I thought you’d like that. What a way to start your day, am I right?” Jon said.
Giggling, Mia kissed Jonathan on the forehead and got out of bed to clean herself up.
After the recent events with Marc, Jonathan had been particularly horny as of late. He would want to fuck every morning before work and every night when he got home. Mia loved it, especially because he cared more about her pleasure now than ever.
She turned the shower on as hot she could stand it, mixing only a small bit of cold water.
She loved hot showers and couldn’t stand a shower that was too cold.
She and Jonathan had tried shower sex, but it turned out disastrous.
The water was too hot for Jon to handle.
When he turned the temperature lower, so he would be able to handle it, Mia couldn’t tolerate the chill. Shower sex, from that day on, was out.
With her head bowed and clumps of wet hair streaming down her luscious tits, Mia stood under the hot water and relished the feel of it flowing over her. She scrubbed the cum off her stomach and reached down between her legs to rub herself between her folds.
She finally left the shower and dried herself, then got ready to go about her day. Mia and Jonathan had some very fun plans for the week. They just needed to speak to Lillian and Ron first.
Mia thought it would be pretty cool if she and Lillian had sex with Marc together while Jon and Ron watched.
She proposed it to Jonathan, and he had said it sounded very interesting.
With how things went with their first cuckolding experience, he told her that she was ready for anything at this point.
He loved every second of watching his wife being pleasured by another man.
She reacted differently to the bull’s touch compared to his own.
Not that it was a bad thing. He just loved observing.
The involuntary smile that formed on her face when he’d just inserted himself inside her.
The way her face flushed red from moaning and breathing too heavily.
He loved every second of it, and, of course, she did too.
“Mia?” Jonathan said softly.
“Yes, baby? What’s wrong?” Mia said, startled out of her daydream.
“Are we okay?”
“Of course, we are, what are you talking about?” Mia said.
“I just...I’m being silly. You wouldn’t leave me for him, right?” Jonathan said. He knew he was being neurotic.
A small smile teased the corner of her lips, as her eyes darted all over Johnathan’s face to drink in every feature.
“I love you.” Mia said, leaning over Johnathan, who was sprawled out on their bed, and pressing a short but passionate kiss to his bruised lips.
The pair had kissed more in the weeks that had just passed than they had in their entire lives combined.
So much so, their lips were bruised and swollen.
Mia, though, cherished her bruised lips like a badge of bliss.
There had been a time when both Mia and Jon had feared for their relationship.
Their love for one another never wavered, but sometimes love is not enough on its own to save a relationship.
Neither of them could have ever anticipated that cuckolding would be their savior, but they chose not to question it.
Jon admired Mia’s saunter around their bedroom, throwing her clothes and undergarments for the day onto the bed.
She allowed for the towel that was covering her curvaceous figure to fall to a pool at her feet.
Jon felt like that puddle of cotton, pooling at Mia’s feet and waiting for her to pick him up.
Perhaps it had taken another man, igniting a fire in Mia to remind Jon just how lucky he was to spend even a single moment in her presence.
Mia managed to pull off a fine line between sexy and absolutely and undeniably adorable; something that Lillian was unable to do.
Lillian was like a sex goddess; able to made Jon’s mouth dry and his dick rock hard.
Mia, though, made him smile uncontrollably and thoughts of her released a swarm of butterflies in his stomach.
She was still able to make his dick as rock hard as Lillian used to.
Granted, Jon would always have fantasies about sliding in and out of Lillian while she writhed and bit her lips over how his cock made her feel. But the burning desire he’d once felt was changing to just another fantasy; like living in a tree house or going on a cruise.
He snapped out of his own thoughts, as he saw—in the reflection of the mirror—that Mia was now fully clothed and busy styling her hair.
It was almost time for him to leave the comfort of bed and get ready to face work to go through the motions of his mundane job.
Mia and Marc and everything that brought him a weird sense of joy would have to be put on hold.
Against his better judgment, Jon turned over to snuggle in his covers and lull himself back into a blissful sleep.