Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Her breathing picks up as her heavy sapphire-colored eyes meet mine. “Don’t want me to beg?”
I give her a smile. “Oh, you will.”
She opens her mouth for me, and I push the black rubber ball into it and buckle the back. Looking over her beautiful face, I run my thumb over her pretty pink-painted lips while her heavy breathing fills our room. Leaning down, I give her forehead a soft kiss and instruct her to lie on the bed.
Taking my time, I tie her in place, loving the sound of her muffled moans and whimpers. Once I’m done, I stand back and admire my wife.
She’s lying in the center of our bed—doggy position—her legs spread wide, each ankle tied to either end of the footboard. Her back is arched with her smooth ass and pussy up in the air. Her arms are underneath her. Wrists tied together with the excess rope tied to the center of the footboard.
Her head is to the side, facing me. Big, watery eyes look up at me with a ball gag in her mouth. She’s not going anywhere. I grab the last thing and lean over the bed. She speaks unintelligible words into the gag, and I smile, showing her what I’ve got in my hand. “I’m going to stuff your cunt with this, Charlotte. And you’re going to lie here face down, tied to our bed for an hour.” Her eyes widen, and she pulls on the rope. The movement makes her lashes flutter, and she moans at the lack of movement the rope allows her. My little rope bunny. “Then I’ll remove the gag and let you beg me to fuck your ass.”
I kiss her cheek and then slowly insert the dildo into her now soaked cunt. Then I place the hourglass on the dresser in her line of sight. Having to watch time makes it drag on. And then having to count her orgasms on top of that…she’ll be a mess by the time I fuck her.
My cell rings and I get off the bed and pull it out of my pocket. Looking at the caller ID, I open the double doors to the wraparound porch and hit answer, walking out onto it. “Hey, man. What’s up?”
“I know you’re busy, so I won’t keep you long,” he says in greeting.
“You’re fine. I’ve got all day.” I smile, turning to watch my wife squirm, hearing me speak. She’ll spend all day being my whore. Then I’ll take her out to dinner and show off what’s mine.
“My wife just informed me that we’ll be in town this weekend, so I was wondering if you guys will be available for dinner?”
“Yeah,” I tell him. “Of course.”
“Perfect. I’ll tell her to reach out to Charlotte, and they can plan it.”
“Sounds good, man,” I say, and he hangs up.
Walking back into the bedroom, I go to the app on my phone and turn on the vibrating dildo that’s in her pussy, and she begins to moan. Her ass rocks back and forth as if she’s fucking my cock. “That’s it, doll face.” I rub her ass. “Feel that?” I turn it up, and her legs begin to shake. “One hour,” I remind her. “You’re to lie here and come all over yourself for me, Charlotte. Make sure you count each one.”
I hear her cell beep, and I go to the bathroom to pick it up and see it’s a message in a group chat the wives have.
J: Who is free this weekend for dinner?
I lock the screen and place it back down. My wife can respond later tonight. She’s booked for the day.
Going back to the bedroom, I walk over to the mini bar. I pour myself a glass of scotch and sit down in one of the chairs over by the open French doors. Taking a sip, I watch her struggle, loving the muffled sounds that come out of her gagged mouth.
Men like me aren’t lucky. We see what we want, and we take it. As I look at the photos she’s framed and hung up of our family over the years, I see the life that I never knew was possible. I guess it doesn’t matter when I die. Charlotte gave me a life that I didn’t deserve, and even if I’m lucky enough to spend forever with her, it still wouldn’t be enough.