Delicious
The family talked for another half an hour, after Shyla had retired for the night. Liam kept getting up wanting to check on her. Each time he did, his family would protest, saying Shyla wasn’t feeling well. Clearly if she wanted Liam to check up on her she would have asked him to. It was better to leave her alone and let her rest.
“It isn’t good for couple to be too close, Liam dear. Especially not in the beginning. You’ll tire of each other too quickly.” said Clair, running her finger around the rim of her wineglass.
Richard leaned forward in his chair, adding his two cents, “It’s true, son, just look at your mother and me. I barely knew her before we got married and if I had to see her every day we’d be divorced by now.”
Claire gave him a sour look as Petra and Rotham laughed it off. It was clear Richard had, had
a little too much to drink. Rotham changed the subject asking about their newest house in Port Versworth. Claire went on about all the decorating that needed to be done, while Richard went on about his newest boat.
Eventually, Petra stretched, covered a fake yawn. She set her wineglass down and made a show of looking at the large clock in the room. When Claire and Richard realized how late it was they got to their feet. Petra grabbed hold of Rotham’s arm determined not to let him out of her sight until she got her answers. Rotham let out a sigh and kissed the top of her head, knowing they had much to discuss tonight. His parents bid their goodnight and left through separate doors.
With their parents gone, Liam confronted Rotham. “I swear, if you said anything to upset Shyla earlier-”
“What,” said Rotham feigning innocence. “All I did was help her find the restroom.”
“Right! I seriously doubt that! It doesn’t take that long to find a bottle of wine!”
“Nor does it to use the restroom,” pointed out Petra.
Rotham gave her a sly look but Liam was too drunk to pick up on it. Instead he insisted, “I swear if you upset her I’ll-”
"You’ll What?" said Rotham standing. He stared his brother down. He was nearly a head taller then Liam and not intimidated in the slightest.
Liam didn’t say anything. He just glared at Rotham then clenched his fists and stormed out of the room. Petra stood and let out a sigh looking at her husband. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what mess he’d gotten himself into. Rotham looked back at her smugly and shrugged his shoulders. Once again he acted as if he were ‘innocent’ then said “I should go check on the kids.”
Petra scoffed doubting he would. She could see right through him and took his arm up in hers once again. She practically dragged him out of the room. "Oh no, mister you're not getting off this time. You are going to tell me everything, absolutely everything.”
Rotham let her lead him into the hall but pulled his arm free of her, after a moment. He put his hands in his pockets as they walked the rest of the way back to their room. Once they were inside and the door was shut, Petra removed her jewelry and slid off her dress. She was complexity naked, having worn nothing on, underneath it.
Rotham couldn’t help but take her in as she hissed, “So when you left to get the wine, did you plan on fucking Shyla? Or was that just a coincidence?”
Rotham chuckled as he took off his sweater. He neatly folded it, putting it over the back of a chair. Then began to unbutton his dress shirt a he said “I swear that nose of yours could win awards.”
“Perhaps.” said Petra, taking the pins out of her hair. She let it down and it curled around her as it nearly fell to her waist. Most people had no idea how long it was given she almost always wore it up in public, “Honestly, you’re shameless,” she spat. “I bet the whole room could smell your cum. They just didn’t know what it was!”
Rotham’s lips curved into a smug smile as he took off his shirt. He neatly folded it, putting it on top of the dresser. Petra rolled her eyes at him as she sat down at her vanity. She took a moment to brush out her hair then began to remove her make up. Rotham could tell she was annoyed, jealous even.
He removed his undershirt neatly folding it as well before he placed it atop his shirt on the dresser. He reached for his belt unbuckling it, then cooed, “Don’t be bitter, Petra. I’ve got something juicy for you. I know how much you love a dirty little secret.”
Petra scoffed at him, like she doubted him but he knew her all to well. He knew no matter what she said or how she acted she was more then interested. She lived to gossip and collect incredulous information. She enjoyed having knowledge that others could only dream of. Of course who didn’t love being the smartest one in the room.
“Well,” she said. He could tell she was growing impatient. “What is it? What could you possibly have that could interest me? Fucking your brothers' girlfriend doesn't sound all that interesting to me. As I recall, you've done that more than once."
“Hey I haven’t done that in years.”
“Yes,” said Petra putting on some moisturizer. “Not since he moved so far away."
“Hey, it's not my fault we have similar tastes. Besides, I had to show him that those women weren't going to be faithful to him and were only after his money.”
“Right.” she said.
“Right,” he nodded, pulling his belt from his pants.
“So what? Fucking Shyla tonight was just you being protective of him?" said Petra, turning around. She watched her husband kick off his shoes and then drop his pants. He was wearing tight black briefs. She could see the large bulge of his manhood as he stood before her with his well-defined abs. She herself was just as fit even after their two kids.
She let her eyes linger on and froze when she noticed he had several bandages on his chest and arms. Usually she’d notice something like that right away, but she’d been too focused on getting herself ready for bed and hearing him out,
She raised an eyebrow then gestured to his bandages as she got up from her vanity. “Do I even want to ask what this is all about?”
“What can I say,” he shrugged, “She likes it rough.”
“Right,” said Petra crossing her arms.
A sly smile fell across his face as he took off his glasses. He set them down on the dresser then stepped up to her, wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her into him giving her several gently kisses on her shoulder, neck, cheek and finally her lips. It was a long smoldering kiss. Afterwards she leaned into him unable to resist his charm.
She cooed and could no longer hide her anticipation. Given how long he was dragging this out, she had a feeling it was going to be good, even better then she could have hoped for. She knew her husband and he didn’t disappoint. “Well? Go on! What is it! What do you have for me?
Rotham chuckled as he turned Petra toward the bed. She climbed onto it, slowly crawling across it. He watched her ass wiggle about and dropped his briefs to the floor. He stepped out of them as Petra laid down on the bed and rolled on to her back. She lifted up her legs as he put a knee onto the bed. He took up her feet one at a time gently massaging them before he lightly kissed each ankle. He knew she couldn’t wait but he loved dragging this out. He delicately trailed kisses from her ankles, to her shins and then her knees before he began.
“Fucking Shyla wasn’t happen chance, it was more like collecting a debt.”
“Oh,” said Petra. "How so?"
Rotham moved up from her knees, running his hands along her thighs. He gently kissed them and even nipped a bit at the soft skin. Petra reached out, running her fingers through his hair. He spread her legs and looked down at her, “Tonight wasn’t the first time I’ve fucked Shyla. She’s an escort.”
"An escort?" said Petra her eyes lit up as Rotham buried his head between her legs. He quickly took her sex up in his mouth, playing with her clitoris. He gently licked it then sucked on it. She grabbed the silken sheets up in her hands, letting out a lustful moan as she threw her head back.
A big smile spread across her lips as she thought over what he’d just said. He moved down licking within her. She squirmed with delight and let out even more lustful moans as she said, “I...uh.. I oh I can’t believe….uhh uhh, your brother...uhhhhh...brought an escort,” She let out a mad cackle, “To meet your parents!” It was just too good. Their whole conversation tonight must have been ghastly for the little slut.
Rotham continued to lick Petra, moving from her vaginal opening back to her clitoris. She thrust her hips against his face, squeezing his head with her thighs. She kept cackling from the news and shuddering from the pleasure, Rotham was giving her.
She soon felt herself building up for a release. It never took her long with Rotham. After a good minute he pulled back and inserted two fingers inside her. He knew just where and how to apply pressure, slowly moving in an out of her. He repositioned himself to kiss her stomach just below her belly button.
Petra let out a rather loud moan, then cried out "Uh, your brother...uh, uh must be so desperate, to...to...uhhh pay her...to to oooo oh yes, pretend to be his girlfriend I bet they ran off...this afternoon...to uh uh uh, get his money's worth." She was on the edge of orgasm.
Rotham pulled his lips away and smiled down at her. He wanted to watch his wife cum as he finger fucked her. He increased the pressure and frequency of his fingers. He moved them in and out rapidly, rolling his thumb over her clitoris several time. She looked up at him as she recalled more of tonight conversation. She grabbed her hand as she cackled once more, “And uh...after what he said tonight….Oh, uh. He is such...such a hypocrite!”
Rotham kept smiling at her. At times like this, he felt like he was some great composer, making her cum with his masterful ability. Petra quaked against his hand as she was no longer able to take it. She crumbled beneath him as a powerful orgasm tore through her. He watched her movements and looked into her eyes as they glossed over. He continued to thrust his fingers inside her as he felt the muscles of her vaginal walls spasm.
She was like putty in his hands. He watched her body melt as it succumbed to him. When she laid still he pulled out and wiped his fingers on the sheet. She looked up at him lovingly before she rolled over on her stomach. He reached for a condom on the nightstand and tore it open knowing what his wife wanted.
He chuckled to himself as he slid the condom on, knowing he still had more to tell her, “Oh, he doesn’t know, she’s an escort.” said Rotham, sliding the condom onto his dick. “At least she claims he doesn’t.”
“What!?” said Petra as she shoved her ass into the air.
Rotham grabbed onto a small string that was barely hanging out. He gently tugged on it, slowly pulling out Petra’s anal beads. It caused her to cry out with such pleasure. She was so loud her cries filled the room. He was grateful they were on the other side of the house. He laughed at how excited his dear wife could get. He watching her squirm about on the bed for several minutes before he responded, “Knowing, him, he’s probably completely oblivious.”
“Oh Uhh I could see that,” said Petra with a delightful smile. Then she cackled to herself. “He, he doesn’t known.”
Rotham shook his head as her cackles turned into mad giggling, as if someone were tickling her. She did so delight in her gossip. Her handed her the anal beads and she quickly counted them. When she saw they were all there she dropped them into a dish that was on the nightstand. Then she returned to the center of the bed and thrust her ass into the air, assuming the position.
He looked down at her back door and gathered up a wad of spit. They had lube but he always preferred to use his own juices, when he could. He watched her take it in as her anus opened and closed with anticipation. She loved anal beyond everything else. He ran his hand over her perfect ass and couldn’t help but give it a squeeze. He placed the tip at her waiting ring then adjusted his condom making sure to leave a little pocket of air should he come.
He pushed into her and sunk in deep and hard. She cried out, dragging her designer nails across the sheets as she took in every inch of him. He took hold of her then adjusted himself slightly before he began a nice slow rhythm. Petra moaned and cooed as he took her ass. She couldn’t be more happy but he found himself ‘distracted’.
His thoughts drifted to Shyla once more as he wondered if she had done anal yet. He wasn’t much for anal but didn’t mind it every now and then. He had plans to take Shyla in every way possible and wondered if he could still be her first. He’d poked her earlier, while they were in the throws of it and it seemed tighter then ever but she’d also bee quite… ‘excited.”
He looked out at his arms then down at his chest. He wouldn’t be rolling his sleeve up anytime soon. Things had definitely gotten more heated then he would have liked but he’d get her straightened out soon enough. He would also take care of those nails of hers so something like this wouldn’t happen again. He liked getting rough but he couldn’t afford to get ‘damaged.’ He was a public figure, after all, and had to maintain appearances.
He closed his eyes, thinking of her lips, eyes, breasts, touch and taste. Her smell had been intoxicating. He wanted to bottle it up and consume every part of her inside and out. He would make her forget all those other men, forget that she had ever been touched by anyone else. He wanted to lock her away in a little room for his pleasure alone and make her his complete.
He increased his pace and his wife cried out pressing herself against him. It didn’t didn’t take her long to cum. She shuttered and slammed her perfect ass against him, wanting to feel every inch of him. He held still, allowing her to gyrate for a good minute or so before he continued his thrusts. She came again...and then again in quick succession. He didn’t stop this time. He kept going and she smiled with such satisfaction.
After a few seconds she spoke continuing their conversation.“Oh...uh...uhh, I wish I had known sooner. I would have, uhh, enjoyed that whole, oh oh uh, argument a lot more...especially when she stormed out. She...she mmmn, hmm, uhh, must not have known, he uh uh uh despises whores.”
Petra gave up trying to talk. She clutched a pillow into her hands, pressing her face into it. Rotham moved from his knees to crouch over his wife. He adjusted his angle, driving his cock in deeper and harder until she was calling out his name cumming again. This one was hard and powerful he could feel it the way she buckled down on him and then seemed to melt afterwards.
He waited until she came down some then pulled out and plopped down on the bed on his back. Petra stretched, and ran her hands through her hair. "And to think of your parents sitting there, this whole time! Entertaining her! You know how proper they are! Oh can I tell them! They were so awful to me, when we first got together. At least let me tell Claire, she already doesn’t like her. Oh when she finds out! She’ll probably have the room she’s staying in cleaned out and remodeled."
He chucked, “She might just sell the house.”
“Oh, that would be nice. We could finally vacation somewhere proper.”
“I know just the place.” said Rotham, snapping his fingers.
Petra sighed at her husband’s impatience. She sat up on the bed and took the condom off his dick. She twisted it, then tied it off and threw it in trash bin near the bed. She went to lie down so he could get on top but he surprised her grabbing her arm. He pulled her to him and moved her to straddle him.
She gave him a bizarre look and said, “What’s this? You’re always on top!”
“Just do it! Ride me and lean back. I want your breasts up and your hips like so,” said Rotham, adjusting his wife. He wanted to recreate what he’d seen while he was in the closet. He wanted Petra to ride him the way Shyla had his brother. Petra did as he commanded. She grabbed hold of his member and put him into her before she slowly sunk down and began to ride him.
She moved her body just as he’d asked. She aim to please as he ran his hands over her breasts. He tried to imagine Petra was Shyla but their bodies were different. His wife had larger breasts and a smaller frame, he waist was also thinner from years of intensive corset training. He wondered how long it would take to get Shyla up to ‘shape’.
He ran his hands over his wife's ass as she grinded against him. He gave it a good squeeze and thought that was one thing they had in common. They both had perfect asses. He kneaded her cheeks for a few seconds before he moved his hands to her hips and then finally her thighs. Shyla had bigger hips and thighs but he liked that. Petra’s hair fell onto his legs, tickling them as she swiveled her hips and threw her head back all the way.
He closed his eyes and she thought he must really be enjoying himself, however he was actually trying to concentrate. He imagined Shyla on top of him. He ran his hands over his wife pretending he was touching Shyla. He recalled how she had once looked down at him with such a seductive gaze. Her lips were so intoxicating and those big green eyes of hers captivating. He loved her her lips would curve up on the sides when she smiled at him. He pictured her running his hands over his shoulders and down her chest. Her touch had been so light. He just couldn’t get enough of her that weekend. It almost felt like she was a dream and he’d wake up at any moment.
He grunted and groaned thinking of how she had moved in ways his body had always longed for. At one point he’d taken her in front of the fire place on the bearskin rug. The firelight had danced upon her skin. He’d taken up her hair wrapping it around her hands and he’d jerked inside her body with such power. He wanted...to fuck her in a room full of mirrors so he could see every angle of their bodies colliding together.
He hadn’t ever felt this way about anyone before, so obsessed so so ravenous. He’d had her just tonight, not even a few hours ago yet he hungered for her still. He cared for Petra, they had an understanding. Their marriage had been a profitable merger. There were times when they had the same interests and shared the goals and yet he always felt some part of himself was waiting. Waiting? For what? That little two timing whore. Yes. YES! He flared his nostrils once again recalling her scent, her taste... her very essence. She was riveting! He didn’t want to hold back with her. He wanted to lose himself to her complete. He was still mad that she’d run away but he felt, in time, he could forgive her, now that he’d found her once more, they would not ever be apart again.
Petra laughed to herself still salivating over this latest news. “Your parents. They thought I wasn’t good enough for you. Oh, when they find out! I really think they might both die of embarrassed!”He grimaced being pulled from his fantasy. He opened his eyes to half slits groaning, as she went on, “Where did you do it? What room? Did anyone see you?”
“No, no one saw us.” he sighed getting frustrated. “We were in my father’s office.”
He tried to lose himself once more sliding his hands over Petra’s breasts then up and down her sides and finally her hips and thighs. He kept comparing the two and it wasn’t the same. Petra was not Shyla. He wanted to see her again, to be in side her once more. He smacked his wife’s ass wanting her to move faster.
She picked up her pace and continued their conversation. “How did she do it? Did she drop to her knees and beg you for it? Did she ask to get paid or did she miss it so much she did it for free?”
He smirked and said, “She pulled up her dress and begged me for it. My brother can’t satisfy her the way I can.”
Petra shook her head and laughed loving the details. She could also see that her husband was getting harder talking about it. It was clear he’d enjoyed himself. “Oh how delicious. Tell me more? What positions? Did she cry out your name?”
“She couldn’t keep her hands off me. We were all over the place. We did it on top of father’s desk. She got so wet she made quite the mess. I kept telling her I had to go but she just kept wanting more. She couldn’t keep her legs shut and just kept touching herself. I think she might be a nympho.”
“Fucking Slut!” Petra hissed. “It explains being an escort. Women like that can’t ever get enough cock.”
He nodded in agreement. She began to work up a sweat and was getting tired. They’d een going at it for a good while no. She wondered how much long he would last. She felt his muscles and realized he was super tense and hard. “Wow you’re really worked up aren’t you.”
He didn’t respond, he finally decided enough was enough and flipped them onto their sides without warning. He didn’t pull out of her for a second. He adjusted slightly then began madly bashing into her. He shook her all about and she kept on talking.
“You...you didn’t uh...have to….pay her...uh right?
“No,” he said.”
“Good...I mean….if...uh...uh UH. If anyone should have to….uhh pay for the weekend… it should be Liam.”
“Oh he’ll pay but not for Shyla. Bitch still owes me for skipping out on our weekend.”
“Fuck uh! Did you get...uh...uh... your money back?”
“No but I will, I’m going to get every last dime out of her and then some.” His breaths were starting to get heavy.
“I hope you uhh you didn’t pay too...uhhh too much,” said Petra as Rotham was getting rougher then she liked, “She is uhh... rather...uhh plain looking.”
He let out a chuckle detecting his wife’s jealous once more. He groaned thinking of Shyla. He didn’t think she was plain looking. No the first time he saw her she had this way about her a glow. He’d been drawn to her like a mother to a flame. He thought of her eyes, her lips, her fingertips. He’d have to get some photo’s taken and video. Fuck he’d hire a crew he wanted to hang pictures up everywhere so that in whatever direction he looked he saw her.
He closed his eyes recalling her sent he wish he could bottle it. Her taste had also been unlike anything. He’d eaten her out after they’d gotten cleaned up. She was the sweetest thing he’d ever had and her breasts they were just so perfect. They weren’t too small or too big they fit just right in his hands. Just like her crotch matched up perfectly. It was as if she were made for him.
He was close now. He flared his nostrils as he thought of her shaved pussy. He’d been able to see every part of her. He had loved watching his dick sink into her and the way her body gripped him.
He hadn’t ever felt such warmth. He finally came, remembering how she'd twitched and jerked on the end of him.
Her lips had parted just so letting out such a luscious moan. He bent his wife over, filling her with his seed. She tried to pull away not wanting it inside her. It wasn’t a safe time and the last thing they needed was another brat but he wouldn't let her up, holding her in place. She screamed at him. "Fuck, Rotham! You're going to get me pregnant again!"
"You're on the pill." said Rotham.
“NO! Not right now, it was causing me to gain weight. I’m switching over to a new one next week.”
“Well fuck,” he said opening his eyes. His tone was casual like he honestly didn’t care.
He let go of her and she got up quickly rushing into the bathroom. He laid back on the bed and let his member stretch as it finished popping off. Some semen slid down onto him and the sheets but he didn’t care. He closed his eyes as she frantically washed herself out. She put on a silk robe then, turned on her bedside lamp before turning off the main lights.
As she came back to bed, Rotham smiled smugly and said. "You know, my birthday is coming up."
"In about six months." laughed Petra, putting on some chap stick. She took off her robe then put on some special moisturizer before she got under the covers. Rotham rolled off long enough to climb in next to her.
He spooned her from behind kissing her shoulder and neck before he sweetly whispered in her ear ."You know how we discussed me getting a ‘pet?’"
“Oh I remember.” yawned Petra as she turned off her light. How could she forget, he’d been obsessed and moody for months, staying up all hours of the night searching for her. She also knew he’d been running Brittan raged looking into every possibly lead. “But I thought the one you wanted vanished or something.”
“Yes, until this weekend.” He said lovingly kissing his wife’s shoulder once more.
No wonder he was as happy as a clam. He never liked to snuggle these days. It was all adding up now. The way he’d been acting around her. All his fussing. “I see. Shyla’s the whore you’ve been so set on. Why didn’t you start with that?”
“I thought I’d save the best part for last, the cherry on top.”
Petra froze and then smiled, laughing. This was indeed the best part yet. "And she's your brother's girlfriend. This is just too much! Can I be the one to tell him? He's never liked me. I'd love to just watch him react."
"No." said Rotham, turning away from her. "I don't want him to know. I'm planning to take care of this quietly, if I can."
"Really?"pouted Petra. “So I can’t even tell your mother.”
“Perhaps on her death bed.”
“I could enjoy that.” she was happy again and turning back around. She yawned again then added "If you must keep it from him, then you must. But remember, just because you get a pet doesn't mean you can forget about me."
Rotham ran his hands over her body. She smiled as he said, "There is no woman I adore more, Petra. You are my true mate. Only you know my dark side and don’t turn away. Trust me. She is no threat to you.”
“Oh I do love the way you lie,” said Petra even though she couldn’t see him, she knew what he sounded like, when he was skirting around the truth. “You’ve got it bad for her don’t you?”Rotham didn’t respond and it was a response within itself. "I suppose it will be nice having someone else take over when you get in one of your moods, but what do I get again?"
"Whatever you want." whispered Rotham. "Whatever will make you happy."
"And more?" questioned Petra.
"Even more." said Rotham, kissing her.
“Things have gotten rather dull around her lately, if anything this should liven things up.”
“Indeed.” said Rotham. He couldn’t wait until morning...to see her again. “Indeed things were about to get very, very interesting. The room grew quiet and it didn’t take long for them both to drift off to sleep.
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