***ZANE’S POV***
We spent the entire day hiding in our room, and sometime before the evening, I checked up on Dante and he was doing fine.
Spending some quality time with him, I brought him to come to say hi to his Mama.
“Mummy,” he calls out wrapping his little hands into her tangled blonde locks of hair.
“My baby,” London cries out, hugging Dante tightly.
They are okay together for a while before I pluck him off London’s hands.
“Time to nap, Champion,” I tell Dante as London waves at him.
Returning shortly, I cuddle in with London.
It was after dinner when it all happened. The men all looked calm until Don Russell spoke.
“We have a meeting at the office after dinner,” he says.
All prying eyes were on him but no further information was said.
My wife was on my thighs, eating bits of food from our plate.
“You better eat some more, little girl,” I whisper in her hair and feel her shudder.
Turning towards me, she scowls at me before returning to taking bites of her chicken.
“Do you think…” she starts but I silence her.
“They don’t talk with food in the mouth. Have you forgotten your manners, baby?” I ask brushing her hair.
She calms down and shakes her head.
“No, Daddy,” she whispers only for me.
When she finishes chewing, she starts talking once more, “Do you think Don Russell has found anything about Inspector Mario?” she demands switching.
My cock was already hard as it is, now, she was making me feel uncomfortable, and in case she wanted my cock in her right now, she had to act right.
Alex answered her question. “This only involves the men, London, Sorry,” he tells her.
“So misogynistic,” she blurts out.
Grabbing London’s thigh, I slip my hands above her folds. Naked, like I told her to keep it.
I flick her clit and she bolts backward, burying her head in my chest
“And I asked you not to speak with food in your mouth, little girl,” I say.
Her breathing was high-pitched, I expected that because her pussy was wet. If she thought she would rub her little pink cunt in my cock and don’t get wet, then, she was making a mistake.
“You keep teasing and I will climax,” she breathes out.
“Then, keep eating, London. Don’t stop,” I tell her adding pressure on her clit.
“Ow! Ughnnn!” she moans and when everyone at the table looks at her, I know they know something is going on between my wife and me. They just mind their business.
“Need any help, London?” Casey asks smirking at her.
“She is getting enough help already,” I say, my lips trailing a part behind her neck.
She moans again and this time, she puts food in her mouth.
“The cheese in Italy is so good, I can’t help but get more,” she lies out through her teeth, smiling at Casey as she focuses her attention on her meal.
I continued pleasuring my wife, dragging each orgasm as much as I could before letting her go.
In the end, she was well on the edge and ready to explode.
Russell stands and gestures to his office, “Meeting starts at five,” he orders.
Standing too, I make sure London’s body is well stealthed in mine.
“Enough time to give my wife an orgasm. I will join you all there,” I mutter, walking away without giving care about what they have to say.
London’s face is the brightest shade of red. Embarrassment clouds her as she covers her face with her hands.
“The ladies will tease me,” she cries out.
“At least, you would tell them how great the sex was,” I let out placing her at the edge of the sofa in our room, the garden behind staring back at us.
“Why will you fuck me with a view like this?” London cries out gripping the window seal.
“Well, let’s say it’s one of those crazy things that made it to the top of my to-do list,” I conclude.
My belt came flying and my buttons go down, before my wife could generate a response for me, my thick cock was knocking on her door, fighting my way in.
“I love you,” I groan out pressing our bodies together until there is no sign of cock left there to spare.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me until I have to beg you to carry me around,” she says.
I know she sounds crazy, but I hide the broad smile that spreads across my face and instead do as she says.
We don’t make love, no, we exhaust ourselves in the act of bedroom sports.
And when London’s cunt tightens around mine, bringing me into an early orgasm, I cum with a roar.
Panting, I roll my wife to the side and push back all of my cock in her.
“Lay in bed in my cum. When I come back from the office, I expect to see my sperm still slipping out of you,” I order.
“Yes, Daddy. Do I get a reward for being a good girl?” she asks flashing me her teeth.
I lean forward and kiss her lips.
“Yes. But I will punish you if you do something naughty while I am away,” I say in a warning tone.
“But Daddy, what do you expect me to do while you are gone?” she cries out her naked body calling to me.
“Watch a kids movie, don’t get naughty ideas, and don’t touch this pussy of mine,” I warn.
“How will you know if I played with my pussy?” she calls out.
Spanking her cunt, she cries out bolting forward. I place my hand on her midsection and spank her pussy again.
“That hurts,” she says.
“I will use something harder than my hand next time. Don’t disobey me,” I call out to her.
Kissing her, she reciprocates it and then, I walk away with lingering thoughts of her in my mind.