Slavik
With everything kicking off around me, I didn’t have time to spend with my wife. Another attack on two of my businesses, another brothel, not as high maintenance as Cara’s, as well as a casino, had my men stretched. We were doing constant patrols. There had also been another attempt on Ivan’s life. The bastard hadn’t managed it, but he’d been paid a small fortune with promises to the Volkov Bratva if he succeeded. This required me to fly out to Ivan to check on him.
Much to Ivan’s annoyance, I put him on twenty-four-seven protection. All the brigadiers had supplied men to stay with him at all times. He hated this level of fuss. The bastard who tried to kill him hadn’t succeeded, but it had been close. One wrong move, and Ivan would have been dead. As much as Ivan pissed me off, he was the only person in this world who was like a brother to me. I’d die for him. The only other person I’d die for was currently lying naked beside me, sated.
All day, I’d been making love and fucking my wife.
This time was a luxury to me. Stolen to have what I wanted. With all the shit going down, and me putting more people into play, the less time I had for this woman. The less time I had, the more I wanted to spend with her.
“You’re thinking again,” she said. “How can you be thinking?”
“I’ve got lots of thoughts.” I ran my fingers up the curve of her back. Each time I caught sight of her naked, I found myself looking at her stomach.
This morning, she’d vomited again. I held her hair back, soothing her, trying to distract her. After her sickness abated, I’d often leave to return to work. This time, I’d stuck around, feeding her dry toast. I’d sent my man off, and Aurora started the morning curled up against me, watching a movie.
It had been some action movie with a very hot sex scene. We watched together, and I sensed the change in her. The way she turned toward me, almost as if begging for me to touch her, to fuck her, to take her.
I’d started by running my fingers up her thigh, slowly at first, gradually building until I cupped her between the thighs. The sweatpants she wore were gone within an instant. While the movie played on, I fingered her to a screaming orgasm, and to reward me for my patience, I’d positioned her across my lap, driving her down onto my dick. Her shirt was gone, as was her bra, and there on the sofa, I’d gotten my wife to fuck me. Her tits bouncing, sinking down on my dick, taking me all the way into her cunt. When I came, I’d sat her back and watched my cum spilling out of her pussy. I couldn’t resist pushing it back in.
That was our first time.
We’d enjoyed a light lunch, then I finished by eating her pussy and fucking her across the table.
A shower together, and I’d driven inside her until the water had run cold.
Now, as we lay in bed, her on her stomach, the tempting globes of her ass stuck in the air, I had an idea.
“Aurora, do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I pressed a kiss to her shoulder and climbed off the bed. When she went to move, I placed a hand on her shoulder, telling her to stay still.
“You’re making me curious now.”
“Good.” Another kiss to the shoulder, and I went to my private drawer inside my closet, taking out the tube of lubricant.
Returning to the bedroom, I saw my wife being the good girl that she was, not moving an inch, and this made me smile.
“You’re so good, Aurora. Such a good woman.”
She glanced at me, her gaze falling to the tube in my hand. I climbed on the bed and reached for some of the cushions, stuffing them beneath her waist, lifting her ass to my gaze.
I slid my fingers into her pussy. She was so wet, but then today I’d been very greedy. She was already pregnant, and now my cum didn’t have to just fill her pussy, I could have my fill of every single part of her body, and right now, all I wanted to do was fuck her ass.
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against her ear. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
I smiled.
Plunging two fingers inside her, I stretched her pussy. She rocked back, lifting herself onto my fingers, trying to make herself come.
I opened the tube of lubricant and eased my fingers out of her pussy, tracing that thin piece of flesh between her cunt and asshole, and coated my slick digits against her anus. At the same time, I squeeze some of the lube out of the tube, getting her nice and wet.
She gasped. “Slavik?”
“Trust me. Remember.”
My virginal wife knew exactly what I was doing. I’d slipped into her library in the spare bedroom. The book she’d been reading had been left on the sofa, the pages spread open. I’d picked it up, realizing my dirty wife had been reading an anal sex scene. I didn’t mind. I had avoided her asshole for fear I’d traumatize her.
That one scene got me curious. Aurora had a system in her library. I’d watched her organize, and I noticed the books I saw her reading were on one side, with those she had yet to read on another. I’d picked out a couple of her books, flicked through, and saw my wife liked to read romance books with an erotic edge.
I had no problems exploring my wife’s desires.