His excitement simmered. Images flashing before his eyes. Staccato. Insistent.
Her erect nipples between huge dark fingers. Palpable excitement in her eyes as they unwrapped themselves. Would she be able to take them, satisfy them? Her arse stretching, filled: perhaps more than it ever had been before.
He had to know. But he had to wait.
He sat in the reception room, ears pricked for the sound of her car. His cock throbbing; the anticipation almost too much to bear. Rushes of energy to his groin every time tyres hit gravel outside.
Where was she?
She said she’d be gone two hours. It had been four. What could be taking so long?
It had been Mark’s deepest desire for many years. He’d married Jenny when they were barely out of school, and still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Of course he loved her no-nonsense authoritative exterior, the glasses and the stern, impeccably neat headmistress style she’d worn longer than he’d known her. Of course other men noticed some things: her milk-white skin, fiery red hair, her sensual curves. But beneath her exterior lay a deeply obedient, submissive little sex goddess.
Jenny had never been with another man. Until tonight, Mark hoped. It had taken so long for him to summon the courage, to admit to the fantasy. Jenny’s sexual imagination was vivid, unbridled, and sharing fantasies had always thrown petrol onto the inferno.
It had taken longer to admit that this wasn’t just an idle fantasy. He wanted other men to know – in ball-aching detail – just how lucky he was to have her as his wife. Eventually, she agreed: it could be a great deal of fun.
Arranging it: that was much simpler. An online profile. Mark lay on the floor with his phone as Jenny stood facing away from him. Hands cupped over her breasts and letting her wavy mane flow down her back. Turned slightly to one side, one breast ever so slightly in shot. It was so hard to concentrate, to get the right picture, but Jenny was an incredible subject to photograph. Not that she’d ever been seen like this in photos, before.
Offers flooded in, and Mark revelled in how many men wanted to sink their teeth into his incredible wife. Jenny seemed nervous, but also increasingly excited. As the day got closer, their love-making become more and more frenzied.
Outside: again the gravel crunched under a wheel. This time it was definitely slowing down. And no, Mark wasn’t imagining the headlights turning into the drive.
Jenny was home.
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