Chapter 10
Frank stops outside my house and lets me know I can take the blindfold off.
I wish him a goodnight, climb out of the car and look up to see my bedroom light is on.
As expected, James is waiting up for me.
I open the front door, kick my shoes off, walk into the kitchen and down a glass of water.
I’m still a little giddy from the two glasses of champagne I’d enjoyed earlier.
I climb the stairs, peek into each sleeping child’s bedroom to check on them and walk into my bedroom. James is sitting up in bed watching something on his phone.
“How was your evening?”
“Surprising. But good. How was yours?”
“It was not surprising but also good. Just the usual Tuesday evening for us here.” Running his gaze up and down my body, he continues, “I want to see my wife’s stretched holes though.
I’ve been thinking of that kinky bastard all night and the things he was doing to you.
Show me.” He smiles wickedly, placing his phone on the bedside table.
I smile back, looking him dead in the eyes and peel off my dress, then I lower my thong to the floor and walk over to the bed.
James throws off the covers, climbs out of bed and pushes me back onto it.
Pulling me into position on my back, he bends my knees so they’re wide open and places my feet on either side of my knees.
“I want to look at you.” And then he stares at my splayed-out pussy.
James pushes two fingers inside of me and I’m wet. I’m wet watching my husband drink in his used wife. Heat is coiling in my core at the intensity in his eyes. “How big was the dildo that went into here? Bigger than two fingers?”
I nod and breathe out a “Yes.”
“Bigger than three fingers?” James adds another finger and I can feel the stretch now.
“Yes,” I answer again.
“Bigger than four fingers?” James adds another finger up to his knuckle. He’s stuffing me full; I can feel the stretch burn and it ignites the soreness from earlier tonight.
“I think that is the size of the biggest dildo he used on me,” I manage to say as James pumps his hand in and out.
“And what about this hole?” he points at my back entrance.
“What about that hole?”
“How much did you take up there?”
“I took a huge butt plug, bigger than any I’ve ever seen before.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Did you gape for him?”
“Yes.” I can feel my cheeks growing warm as I remember the look in Henry’s eyes as he stared at my stretched arse.
“Did he fuck your mouth?” James moves his thumb up to bump my clit on every thrust of his hand.
“Yes.”
“Hard?” James emphasizes this with a particularly rough thrust making me gasp before I manage to respond.
“Yes.”
“And he came down your pretty throat?”
“Yes.” I moan remembering the massive orgasm that hit me as he filled my throat.
“Anything else I should know?”
“He stuck his tongue deep into my arsehole.”
James’ eyes become alight. Like those final words just flicked a switch inside of him. He looks feral. Withdrawing his hand from my aching pussy, he pulls his track pants down and ploughs straight into me. No easing in, no gentleness, only pure need to consume. To own.
Bending across my body, his weight falls heavy onto mine.
One hand is roaming furiously over my body and squeezes my breast whilst he bites and sucks at my neck like an animal.
Seeing and feeling James lose control is my undoing.
I love to see him like this, over me. I love that I am doing this to him, that my new job is bringing out this feral beast in him. My beast.
He pulls away from my neck, his lips all puffy and red.
Looking down at me, he realigns himself, hitting that sweet spot deep inside.
Thrusting with his full body weight, he’s hurting and making me feel good at the same time.
I like the pain with my pleasure. I like him causing pain for me, I like knowing he is doing it on purpose.
“I want this to hurt you Rosie, feel you stretch around my cock like that member did to you. I want you to feel all of me and more. I want this pussy that I own to be sore from me, not from that other bastard. You only think of my cock and no one else’s.
It will be my cock that stretches your pussy and your arsehole.
I’m going to destroy your arse and come deep inside, marking my territory and no one else’s. ”
That’s all I need to hear for my climax to rip through me.
Pleasure ripples through my body as James continues to plough deep inside of me.
When I’ve stopped quivering and pulsing around his cock, he pulls out, flips me onto all fours and pushes his cock into my arse using only my own come to lubricate his cock.
I scream as with one hard thrust he bottoms out and is fully seated in my sore, stretched arse.
In a repeat of my earlier position I reach back under me to once more rub my clit, letting my head hang down.
“I bet you enjoyed this little hole being stretched in preparation for my dick. I bet you took everything he gave you like the good little girl you are. Knowing it would be me he was making you loose for. I wish I could have watched him plough your arse with those toys. I would have liked to have joined in. But better yet I get to stick the real thing inside my favourite hole.”
I moan as he talks dirty to me through his own growls, and I can tell he’s getting close.
Heat starts to bloom in my core, my arse completely impaled on his cock.
My clit is sensitive from its use all evening, but it doesn’t fail to alight at the thought of James’ come filling me up.
Wrapping one hand around my neck he squeezes and stills his cock deep inside me to unload with a roar.
I come as I start to see black stars behind my eyes, the climax igniting electricity through my veins.
My arms wobble and nearly collapse on me, James catches my torso before I land face first into the bed.
“Easy tiger,” he whispers in my hair, so caring and gentle.
He pulls out slowly and asks, “Was I too rough?”
“No,” I answer honestly, “I liked it.” Relief washes over his beautiful face, not a hint of the animal that was bursting out of him just a few minutes ago.
James picks me up cradled to his chest and carries me into our ensuite.
Placing me on the top of the toilet lid, he turns on the hot water in our shower.
When it’s warm enough he pulls off his sweatpants and holds out a hand to me.
Taking it, I stand on shaky legs and walk into the shower, the heat feeling glorious washing over my body.
James lathers my floral bodywash and carefully runs his hands across my chest, around my neck and shoulders and along my arms. He’s washing me like I’m the most precious person in the world to him, moving his hands in slow circles.
He moves down my stomach and carefully cleans between my legs, nothing sexual as his fingers glide between my folds, but I don’t miss the twitch of his cock as it begins to rise again.
Going down onto his knees, he moves his soapy hands down each leg to my toes.
Standing again, he squeezes my shampoo into his hands, turns me around and lathers my hair.
The pressure of his hands massaging my head makes me groan in pure bliss.
A different kind from what I’ve enjoyed this evening.
I begin to sway as I relax into his movements.
James tilts my head back under the water and lets the rainfall shower wash away the suds before running conditioner through the ends of my hair and rinsing that off too.
Turning the shower off, he grabs a large towel off the hook and wraps me like a burrito. Grabbing a smaller towel, he rubs it gently over my hair. He is dripping, gloriously naked in front of me. When he’s finished with my hair, he unwraps and pats me dry before pulling my nightie over my head.
This man. My man. I couldn’t love him any more than right at this very moment.
He points to the sink and I automatically move to brush my teeth whilst he gets dry and back into his track pants.
I gladly climb into bed and snuggle in close to James, resting my head on his pillow as he wraps his body around mine. Sleep finds me quickly.