Authors: Unknown
Maggie’s hips began to move, awkwardly at first, but she soon picked up his pace and their thrusts became harder, faster, as they both panted and grunted with exertion. Maggie didn’t know what she was working toward but she felt the pressure building again, felt something coming she couldn’t control. There were wet, sucking sounds as Phillip’s cock and fingers burrowed into her, and the sound was an arousing music to Maggie. She began to shake and found herself meeting Phillip’s passion with her own, driving her pussy and ass against him, loving the feel of him inside her tearing her apart with his forceful thrusts.
“Yes, Maggie, don’t stop,” he demanded in the stern voice he’d used while disciplining her.
His voice caused hot sparks of lust to shoot through Maggie, and unconsciously her tempo increased, her thrusts became wilder. Suddenly Phillip’s thumb rubbed against the small button in her pussy in rough fast circles, and Maggie fell apart. With a keening wail, her back arched and she thrust herself against Phillip one last time, seeing stars behind her closed eyelids, pleasure coursing through her body. She could almost feel the pleasure shooting from her fingertips like lightning, and she sobbed out Phillip’s name.
Phillip could not hold back his own climax as he witnessed Maggie’s violent release, the first she had ever experienced. His cum exploded from his cock, shooting into the depths of her ass, producing
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another shout from Maggie as she subsided in tremors, her rigid body going limp as Phillip’s hoarse voice filled the air.
Phillip collapsed against her. It took him a moment to regain his senses, and then he rolled off to the side, bringing Maggie against him, resting her head on his shoulder. She was as limp as a rag doll and allowed Phillip to position her.
As Phillip’s breathing settled, he noticed a hot wetness on his shoulder and looked down at Maggie.
Tears were escaping from her tightly closed eyes and she was biting her lower lip as if to stifle the sound of her crying.
“Maggie, darling, what’s wrong?” Phillip asked her gently, concerned. “Did I hurt you?” He placed his palm against her cheek, wiping at her tears.
“Oh Phillip,” she cried brokenly, and began to openly sob against him.
“What? Please, Maggie, tell me what’s wrong,” Phillip begged, truly worried now. He began to sit up but Maggie’s hand on his chest stopped him.
“No, Phillip, no, nothing’s wrong, my darling. I’m just so happy,” she cried, smiling at him through her tears.
“You’re crying because you’re happy?” Phillip asked, confused.
“Yes, you wonderful, sweet man.”
Maggie sat up, and Phillip followed her. They faced one another on the bed. Maggie sniffed and swiped at her cheeks with her palms like a small child. She smiled at Phillip again.
“Oh Phillip, for the first time I really feel like your wife. What we shared tonight, the trust, the passion,”
she blushed profusely here but gamely continued, “therapture at the end, it was wonderful, more wonderful than anything I ever felt in my whole life. I do love you, Phillip, I do.”
At that, Maggie threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, beginning to cry again. Phillip realized that she was perhaps a little emotionally overwrought after their fierce lovemaking, but her words made his heart sing.
“Oh Maggie,” he whispered into her hair, “thisis just the beginning.”
The next week wasa dream come true for Maggie. Every day was filled with laughter and companionship. Phillip had some pressing business matters to attend to and was gone part of each day, leaving Maggie and Jonathan alone. Jonathan kept her company and made her laugh and warmed her with his gentle, flirtatious touches.
But at night it was she and Phillip alone in their bedroom, reveling in their newly discovered passion.
Phillip showed her how many ways a man and woman could fuck. He taught her how to suck his cock and how to enjoy a man eating her pussy. For hours they would tempt and torture each other, bringing
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one another to fulfillment repeatedly before they finally consummated their passion in a hot, hard fuck.
Maggie learned to enjoy Phillip’s cock in every way, in her mouth, her pussy, her bottom. She began to crave it, and it started to become worrisome to her. So much did she think about fucking that during the day even Jonathan’s light, friendly touches began to arouseher. And Phillip merely exacerbated the problem.
One morning Maggie and Phillip woke up earlier than usual and went down to breakfast. Jonathan wasn’t up yet, and after only a few minutes in the breakfast room Phillip suddenly dismissed the footmen.
Maggie looked at him questioningly.
“I’ve decided to have something else for breakfast,” he told her casually, strolling over to her chair and pulling it out from the table.
Maggie had some idea what he was up to but thought he was merely teasing. Surely he would never eat her pussy downstairs during the day, in the breakfast room.
Phillip proved her wrong. He yanked her to the edge of her chair and lifted her skirts up into her lap. He spread her legs and knelt between them before Maggie could protest. Taking advantage of the slit in her drawers, he lowered his head and began to voraciously lick her pussy. Maggie gasped and tried to push his head away.
“Don’t make me punish you here, Maggie,” he said quietly, looking at her with narrowed eyes, lowering his head again.
This time Maggie did not protest. Her fear of discovery only heightened her awareness and soon she was on the edge of her climax as Phillip licked and sucked, his tongue swirling in her juices. Suddenly he stabbed two fingers into her wet pussy and began to fuck her with them as he continued to lick and then suck. She came undone, coming hard, rubbing her pussy against his face, biting her lip to hold back the moans as she gripped the chair arms.
Phillip stood immediately and looked at her haughtily.
“Cover yourself, wife, you are unseemly. Our guest will be here shortly.” Then, almost before Maggie could adjust her clothes, he called the footmen back.
Maggie was left unsettled, sitting in her own cream, her pussy still throbbing from her climax, but curiously unfulfilled as Jonathan entered the breakfast room. She hoped the smell of the food covered the smell of her arousal, but she was unsure. Her own senses were overwhelmed by her scent.
When Jonathan entered the room he greeted Phillip with a light touch on the shoulder and then he moved to sit next to her. He stopped behind her chair and, placing his hands on the bare skin of her shoulders where her neck sloped down to meet them, he kissed her on the cheek, his lips slightly parted, leaving a small, wet, sensitive spot behind. He leaned into her hair and sniffed deeply, then slowly pulled his hands away from her shoulders, his action almost a caress.
“You smell wonderful this morning, Maggie,” he murmured, sitting down.
She quickly turned to look at him and caught a slumberous, deeply sexual look on his face. His nostrils were flared like a wild animal scenting the wind. Maggie blushed deep red and hurriedly turned her attention to her food.
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“Thank you, Jonathan,” she muttered.
Jonathan proceeded to make socially acceptable small talk and Maggie relaxed. But it seemed to her oversensitive nerves that he took every opportunity to touch her—a light stroke on the back of her hand when he asked her a question, his knee rubbing hers when he partially rose from his chair to reach for something on the table. He even leaned across her, resting his arm on the back of her chair to answer one of Phillip’s questions, his smell and presence surrounding her. Maggie soon became a tightly strung bowstring of desire. She suddenly rose from her chair.
“Phillip, may I see you in the study please?” she asked in as normal a voice as she could manage.
Without waiting for a response she turned and walked out of the room.
“Well done, Jonathan,” Phillip murmured in appreciation as he rose to follow his wife. “It was almost too subtle. I’ll have to make sure she knows exactly who aroused her, won’t I?” He had a wicked gleam in his eye.
Jonathan snorted. “I could smell her cream in the air when I walked in here, Phillip. I believe you set her on this course.”
“Of course I did, my friend,” Phillip said as he stopped at the door to look back at him. “I grow tired of waiting.” And with that he walked out.
* * * * *
“Yes, my dear?” he questioned casually.
“Fuck me, Phillip,” she said without preamble.
His eyebrows rose.“Whatever for, Maggie?”
“Whatever for?” she nearly screeched.“Whatever for? I’ll tell you whatever for! Because you’ve aroused me to a fever pitch with your antics this morning, and I demand satisfaction!”
Even as she said it, Maggie knew it was a mistake. Phillip’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her.
“You demand it, wife? You beg me to fuck you and then you make demands?Oh no.”
Suddenly his face lit up, as if with inspiration. “I know, my dear,” he said affably, “we’ll bargain. In order for me to fuck you and satisfy the lust you have for Jonathan, you will suck my cock. Here, now.” He smiled at her as he waited for a response.
“My-my lust for Jonathan?”Maggie squeaked. “Why, whatever are you talking about, Phillip?” She began to perspire.
“Oh ho, my angel, I saw how he aroused you this morning with his little touches.
He
brought you to a fever pitch, not I. I already satisfied you with my mouth. It is Jonathan who has made you lust for cock.”
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He held up a hand to stop her as she started to protest.
“Don’t deny it, Maggie, there’s no need. I don’t mind that Jonathan arouses you. It only proves that you are a lusty wench, which I quite appreciate. And I’ll prove it to you. But first, do we have a deal?”
“A deal?”Maggie asked, trying to force her mind from thoughts of Jonathan and focus on Phillip.
“A cock suckfor a fuck?” Phillip reminded her with a grin.
Maggie shivered with anticipation.
“Yes, yes, Phillip, anything,” she told him, already going to her knees in front of him. She deftly began to unbutton his trousers, pleased to see he was already hard.
After she had his cock free and was about to wrap her lips around the tip, Phillip stopped her with a hand on her head.
“Not yet, Mags .Now I’m going to prove to you that I don’t care how much you want Jonathan. I want you to close your eyes. Do it,” he commanded when she hesitated.
She closed her eyes.
“Now I want you to imagine that you’re sucking Jonathan’s cock.”
Maggie’s eyes flew open to gaze in astonishment at Phillip.
“You heard me correctly, Maggie. Now close your eyes, there’s a good girl, and before you suck it, describe Jonathan to me. Describe what he looks like in your fantasy.” Phillip’s voice was mesmerizing, and Maggie closed her eyes.
Maggie was more embarrassed than she had ever been before. Imagine her husband was another man?
It was depraved but, like all things Phillip asked of her, it caused her blood to thrum and her pussy to ache. She spoke hesitantly, describing a fantasy that had haunted and shamed her.
“Jonathan is standing in the hallway, and he-he’s pushed me to the floor, his hands on my shoulders.”
Phillip’s hand was stroking Maggie’s hair, gently tucking a stray curl behind her ear, his finger lingering to trace the whorls there. She shivered.
“Go on,” he encouraged softly.
“His trousers are open, and his cock is jutting out, large and wide, like yours.” Phillip’s hand had moved to her neck and was massaging the back.
“Um-hmm,” he murmured.
“He-he takes it in his fist and he pushes it against my lips, forcing them open. Then he orders me to suck it hard and deep.” Maggie’s breathing was irregular as the fantasy played out in her mind.
“And do you, Maggie? Do you suck it?” Phillip demanded, running the tip of his cock over Maggie’s face, her cheeks, her nose,her lips.
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“Yes, yes, I do,” she whispered. She unconsciously licked her lips.
“Who am I?” Phillip asked quietly.
“Jonathan,” Maggie whispered, familiar enough with Phillip’s games of passion now to know what answer he required. And when he pushed his cock against her mouth, forcing her lips open, it was Jonathan’s cock she took in, Jonathan’s cock she lovingly sucked and licked. She kept her eyes closed and lived out her fantasy in her mind, and Phillip remained mute, allowing her to do so.
Finally Phillip pulled his cock out of Maggie’s mouth.
“Enough. I promised you a fuck. Get down on your hands and knees on the floor.” He roughly pushed her down. “Keep your eyes closed. I want you to keep imagining I’m Jonathan.”
Maggie’s breath was ragged, her pussy hot and wet. It clenched achingly at the thought of Jonathan’s hard cock fucking her.
With no warning, Phillip’s cock slammed into her through the slit in her drawers. Maggie gasped then moaned loudly as he began to fuck in and out.
“Who’s fucking you, Maggie?” Phillip demanded in a hoarse voice.
“Jonathan,” she panted, thrusting her hips back to meet the hard cock filling her. In her mind she could clearly see Jonathan as he’d been dressed that morning, his trousers open, his cock ramming into her wet pussy as she knelt on the floor. She moaned.
“Say his name,” ordered Phillip roughly. “Say it.”
“Jonathan,” Maggie moaned.