own reflection. I admired it as well, my fingers floating down to my cunt as I looked at her.
I don’t know that I had ever been in love with anyone. But I was dangerously close to being in love with Lilah.
And so I felt bad. I had this terrible secret—I had been sucking her husband off. I had been swallowing his cum every single night that I could, and she had no idea. It was awful of me. I had to fix it.
“Lilah,” I began, fingering the towel around my body, “there’s something I have to tell you.”
She turned, smiling. Her brilliantly sexy body was naked underneath her robe. “What is it, dear?”
“It’s a bit hard for me to say, actually. I’m not sure where to begin.”
Smiling still, she took my hands in hers. “You can tell me anything, dear. No judgments here.”
“Well, it’s just...” I swallowed, my eyes low. “Your husband and I...we’ve been...I mean to say...”
“Yes?”
Her smile had turned predatory again. Immediately I knew something was off, but I still couldn’t stop my confession now.
“He’s been fucking my...I mean. I’ve been sucking his...you know. Blowjobs. Lots of them. Whenever he’s home. Whenever he wants. However he wants.”
“You’ve been sucking the big, beautiful cock of my husband, is that what you’re saying?”
I nodded, almost crying with the guilt filling me up.
She tsked and shook her head, standing up and sliding her arms over my shoulders. “Oh my. You still don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
Lilah kissed the top of my head then, quite affectionately.
“Such a dear, sweet soul. You’re completely without guile, did you know that?”
I thought, at the time, that she probably wouldn’t say that if she knew what I had been up to with Terrance and all that practice for Mister Castle. But I kept my mouth shut.
“That’s what I like about you,” she purred to me, stroking my hair, slipping her hand down to my wet pussy. My whole body was wet, still, from the shower. My towel dropped, and she pushed me hard against the wall. “Everything, really. But also how sweet you are. You’re such a good, good girl for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? Aren’t you my good little girl?”
I whimpered, thighs squeezing against her hands. This had turned so suddenly. Usually, all my sexual experiences had been in the evenings, or at the very least the late afternoon with Terrance. I had time to fantasize all day and ramp up. This was happening quite fast, though...and I had no idea what to do except to let it happen.
“Yes, ma’am...your good girl.”
She kissed my neck. “That’s right. My good girl. You’re going to do just what I want, aren’t you?”
I nodded again. I expected her to tell me to stop fucking Mister Castle...but of course I was wrong.
“Good. I want you to fuck my husband, dear. I want you to let him drill you senseless. It’s obvious how he wants to. You’re going to have him fill up that fertile young body of yours. You’re going to let him get you nice and pregnant for me. Won’t you?”
Her fingers ran in and out of my cunt, unceasing. I couldn’t think straight. Her thumb slid easy against my little clit. All I knew was that I needed to cum. She was talking so much about how fertile I was, how sexy it would be if I was pregnant, how good it would be if Mister Castle got me all filled up with babies...
“If I get you to fuck him...if you take his seed, then I get to return to his bed, at last.” She let out a guttural moan of need. “He’s come and taken his privileges with me, of course, but he hasn’t allowed me to circle around his body in my sleep like I used to, taking his cock like a pacifier while I rested. He hasn’t let me suck him off while he’s at business meetings, or clean his cock in the mornings. I need my wifely duties back, Claudette. You’re going to help me.”
My orgasm was beginning to mount. “Oh my god, Lilah!”
“I want you to fuck my husband,” she moaned, finger
I don’t know that I had ever been in love with anyone. But I was dangerously close to being in love with Lilah.
And so I felt bad. I had this terrible secret—I had been sucking her husband off. I had been swallowing his cum every single night that I could, and she had no idea. It was awful of me. I had to fix it.
“Lilah,” I began, fingering the towel around my body, “there’s something I have to tell you.”
She turned, smiling. Her brilliantly sexy body was naked underneath her robe. “What is it, dear?”
“It’s a bit hard for me to say, actually. I’m not sure where to begin.”
Smiling still, she took my hands in hers. “You can tell me anything, dear. No judgments here.”
“Well, it’s just...” I swallowed, my eyes low. “Your husband and I...we’ve been...I mean to say...”
“Yes?”
Her smile had turned predatory again. Immediately I knew something was off, but I still couldn’t stop my confession now.
“He’s been fucking my...I mean. I’ve been sucking his...you know. Blowjobs. Lots of them. Whenever he’s home. Whenever he wants. However he wants.”
“You’ve been sucking the big, beautiful cock of my husband, is that what you’re saying?”
I nodded, almost crying with the guilt filling me up.
She tsked and shook her head, standing up and sliding her arms over my shoulders. “Oh my. You still don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
Lilah kissed the top of my head then, quite affectionately.
“Such a dear, sweet soul. You’re completely without guile, did you know that?”
I thought, at the time, that she probably wouldn’t say that if she knew what I had been up to with Terrance and all that practice for Mister Castle. But I kept my mouth shut.
“That’s what I like about you,” she purred to me, stroking my hair, slipping her hand down to my wet pussy. My whole body was wet, still, from the shower. My towel dropped, and she pushed me hard against the wall. “Everything, really. But also how sweet you are. You’re such a good, good girl for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? Aren’t you my good little girl?”
I whimpered, thighs squeezing against her hands. This had turned so suddenly. Usually, all my sexual experiences had been in the evenings, or at the very least the late afternoon with Terrance. I had time to fantasize all day and ramp up. This was happening quite fast, though...and I had no idea what to do except to let it happen.
“Yes, ma’am...your good girl.”
She kissed my neck. “That’s right. My good girl. You’re going to do just what I want, aren’t you?”
I nodded again. I expected her to tell me to stop fucking Mister Castle...but of course I was wrong.
“Good. I want you to fuck my husband, dear. I want you to let him drill you senseless. It’s obvious how he wants to. You’re going to have him fill up that fertile young body of yours. You’re going to let him get you nice and pregnant for me. Won’t you?”
Her fingers ran in and out of my cunt, unceasing. I couldn’t think straight. Her thumb slid easy against my little clit. All I knew was that I needed to cum. She was talking so much about how fertile I was, how sexy it would be if I was pregnant, how good it would be if Mister Castle got me all filled up with babies...
“If I get you to fuck him...if you take his seed, then I get to return to his bed, at last.” She let out a guttural moan of need. “He’s come and taken his privileges with me, of course, but he hasn’t allowed me to circle around his body in my sleep like I used to, taking his cock like a pacifier while I rested. He hasn’t let me suck him off while he’s at business meetings, or clean his cock in the mornings. I need my wifely duties back, Claudette. You’re going to help me.”
My orgasm was beginning to mount. “Oh my god, Lilah!”
“I want you to fuck my husband,” she moaned, finger
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