***ZANE’S POV***
If I thought disciplining London wouldn’t want me wanting for more, then I am a fucking liar. Fuck, my cock will soon burst it’s nuts in my boxers if I don’t get some kind of relief from my wife.
Her pussy is a deep shade of red and as she looks at me softly, I know I fucking have to come over and kiss her delicious cunt.
“It tastes so good. Open wider for Daddy,” I brag out gently.
London widens her legs and I fuck her to stupor.
Crying gently, she wiggles her butt equally, wanting me to get a deeper penetration with her.
“Zane! Oh! Owwww!” she cries out and I frown at her.
She has taken out the gag from her mouth.
“Should I feel your mouth with my cock before you shut your mouth?” I back out the question.
Embarrassment clothes her features before she shakes he head, refusing what I had just said.
“I’ll be a good girl, Daddy, please, fill my pussy with your cock,” she begs.
I don’t replace the gag, but I stuff two fingers into her pussy while I take her clit in my mouth, sucking and twirling my tongue around it.
London buckles her waist downward and I press harder, making her know that I am there.
She cries in pleasure, and opening her little pearly lips, she moans.
Expertly fucking her with my tongue and fingers, I draw London to the edge.
“I’m going to cum. Let me cum, please,” she begs.
I draw her orgasm just enough that when her legs give way, I grab them, holding it firmly as I bring out the best in her.
With a gently cry, she cums hard on my face but I continue lapping her until I’ve got all of that delicious juice running down my chin.
“Good! I love that,” I tell her swiftly.
As I release her from the shackles binding her hands, I watch my wife as she looks hazy.
“The next time you cross another line with me, London, I promise, I will fry your butt. I will punish you in all the ways uncommon to man and I wouldn’t let you cum even once,” I tell her.
Her gasp is audible, and then, she looks away softly.
“Eyes on me, London,” I call out drawing her attention back to my face.
“Yes, Zane?” she whispers.
“Don’t act sassy with me, I want some anal now,” I tell her and she nods.
“Could we do it over that chair?” she demands and I nod, bringing her to the sofa.
Passing he over the back so her full body is on the chair and her chubby ass is showing off to me, I smile to myself at how cool that is.
“Juicy. I want all of this juice on my cock. I want your butthole reeking of my cum,” I say, knowing how hot that may sound like.
“Stop talking then and fuck me, Daddy,” London blurts out.
Widening my eyes, I take the challenge and smiling at myself, I nod wittily, knowing how good this may sound to the ear.
We spend the rest of the night fucking like rabbits, we use more of the tools set out there and I love how I carry a limp London to the bedroom, her clinging to my body like a baby.
“Do you think that much sex could affect the baby?” she asks blushing at how embarrassing that sounds.
I love London because she has a very expressive face, whatever mood she is in, those eyes would tell. Like now, she wishes she hadn’t asked that question, but that is too late to even get worried now.
“I don’t think the dick that made the baby can hurt it,” I say honestly.
Her eyes brighten up, but she still covers her face.
We bath, then, I get a pint of ice cream where we waste it over cartoon movies.
By the time the movie is over, London is sleeping. I join her, turning off the TV and letting her relax beside me.
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***LONDON’S POV***
Who said getting punished isn’t good? I feel good, and relaxed. In fact, I am just about to enjoy the sunlight flashing on my face.
“Daddy?” I call out padding into the living room where all the men are there.
“Hey, little girl, come here,” Zane calls out pointing at the spot between his legs and I obey.
“Hey London,” the guys greet and I wave shyly at them.
Last night was breaking the ice and I know these men will be more daring in the future, and we better not get on their bad side anytime soon, unless we truly enjoy the pain.
“What is the matter?” Zane demands bringing my attention back to him.
“It’s sunny, can I go to the pool?” I ask smiling politely at him.
“You sure you wouldn’t put yourself in danger out there?” Zane demands and I nod my head eagerly, waiting for him to grant my request.
“Fine, but make sure you use sunscreen on your body, I don’t want the sun tanning your skin,” this time, Zane’s tone is strict and I reply, not wanting him to change his mind.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say.
Leaving, only Mia was up for a dive, but it the other ladies were getting dressed up now.
I rush to Dante’s room when I hear him crying, and I am surprised at first to know Lisa isn’t here with him.
I remove his clothes, it on blue baby shark shorts and a towel for him.
I forget the sunscreen, but I have on my bikini and towel.
“Water!” I call out excitedly.
“Waaataaaa,” Dante repeats his voice sounding sweetly funny.
“Oh, who do we have here?” Mia calls out taking Dante and playing with him softly.
Casey and Cecily join us a while later.
And we start swimming and having fun.
Dante is sitting at the edge of the water when Cecily calls us to check something on her lower belly.
“Stretch marks? oh my God, I have those too, Zane says it’s sexy,” I tell her reassuring her.
We are discussing when I hear a loud crash and I turn around to see Zane is the one who has plunged into the pool.
He removes something and my eyes bulge when I notice the figure.
“Dante, Oh Jesus,” I call out as Zane carries the baby away.
He is crying so hard I feel the fear erupt through me.
The only thing I am good at is disappointing Zane. He doesn’t even stare at me when he goes to the kitchen and strips off Dante’s clothes.
“Get me warmer dresses, Lisa. And make sure there is an ointment to apply to him. Did you apply sunscreen on him, London?” he demands.
Did I? Fuck no.
I didn’t even apply it to me. Tears push forth in my eyes as I look at my feet, refusing to stare at him.
“Did you do that, London?” he inquires.
“No, I didn’t. I left the bottle in my room,” I say honestly.
If this part is going to save me, then I hope it does because Zane’s fury is something I don’t ever want to witness again.
“Zane?” I call him but he ignores me.
With Lisa’s help, they get Dante in warm clothes and Lisa takes him upstairs to feed him.
Everyone is looking at me and Zane, I wait for the other pair to finally drop.
“Follow me,” he says avoiding the looks the other people give him as he walks out of there.
Not wanting to waste Zane’s time any further, I pad behind him and close the door of the room when I enter.
“You are reckless, London, and that almost cost me my son’s life,” he spits out.
“I know, Zane, I am sorry. I just looked away for a second,” I apologize.
“Do you know what would have happened if I hadn’t been there? Do you fucking have any idea what that would have meant?” he shouts and I use all my strength to withhold from crying.
When I don’t answer, Zane continues, his resolve still the same, but his words deadly dangerous now.
“You didn’t even apply sunscreen on yourself, London,” he says disappointment evident in his voice.
“I am sorry,” I clear out.
“Get changed and stay in here, I don’t want you anywhere closer to my son. Grounded until I come back here for you, London. Use this time to reflect I’m your attitude,” he spits out, walking away from the room.
Grounded again. I do as I am told and get to bed.
I spend the entire day crying and falling asleep. I call our Zane’s name a few times when I hear him walking by the hall but he doesn’t answer me once.
I don’t have food until nine p. m. When the door opens Zane walks in.
“Get dressed, London, keep warm, it is cold outside,” he adds and I get up off the bed.
“Is this where you kill me, Zane?” I wonder doubt as he says.
His only response is a groan.
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