HER
“Thank you Master! YES!” she screams, piercing the silence of the condominium.
It was his turn to start their day with a kiss and the moment his eyes popped open, his lips were on hers. Sleeping in the nude was one of their quickly agreed upon rules so he simply rolled over and went to work. In fact, perpetual nudity was one of the biggest rules neither of them wanted to break for fear of the consequences. The moment they entered their Love Den, clothes were immediately expected to be removed. This wasn’t a place for parties and entertaining unless sex was involved.
As much as they teased and pleased each other, they always enjoyed adding an extra partner or two to see who could make the other jealous first. He usually gave in simply because he truly wanted her to “win”. Once she emerged from the ashes of a devastatingly sexually unfulfilled marriage, she vowed to never commit herself to only one person when she discovered that she had the world to choose from. If she didn’t fulfill all of his sexual desires, he would’ve left her in that hotel room the first night they had sex. Initially, he was turned off by her foul mouth but that same mouth had skills he could never get any other woman to do to him. However, to hear that she never wanted to get married again was a sore spot for him in their arrangement.
To appease his desire for a wife, she shared a lady friend of their mutual choosing from time to time. Vetting them was the part she hated most because all she wanted was someone down to fuck her. Sometimes Master joined in. Other times he watched. No matter what, she came. But Master was on a mission. He wanted a wife that accepted the fact that he needed her too because a LOT was required to keep him satisfied. A monogamous life would never do for either of them. She was the only one that could keep up with him and the bonus for his future wife were the breaks she would provide with her presence.
“Oh Master! Yes! Eat my pussy! EAT MY PUSSY!!”
Flipping over onto his back, he positioned her to sit on his face, the king size bed supporting their weight. Frantically, she clawed toward the bedroom walls but they are just out of reach, leaving her helpless to his oral assault on her own walls until he swallowed a mouthful of her juices.
“I hate this! It’s too early to leave!” she said in exasperation. A layer of sweat covering her entire body, she pulled the sheet and comforter over her head to escape the morning chill. “Ugh, I hate this!”
“No, you don’t because if you did, you would say yes,” he said, propping up on an elbow as he looked down on her, stroking his fingers up and down the length of her body.
He thinks the predawn rays are what make her growl under the covers. Instead, it’s the repeat discussion of why she won’t marry him.
“No work, just play,” he said, gently nudging her head through the comforter.
“We have that now!” she said, her voice amplified after pulling down the covers, exposing her breasts, immediately bringing her nipples to attention in the chilled room. “Except there’s more to being a wife than fucking her husband and that’s the only wifey qualification I’m offering! You can save that cooking/cleaning/birthing babies for someone else ‘cause it won’t be me!”
She had gone too far. She knew he didn’t want to discuss marriage as long as her answer was not what he wanted to hear. Honestly, he opened the door, talking about “No work, just play” which was his reminder that his wife won’t work if she doesn’t want to. His biggest pet peeve was for his woman to be dissatisfied. As much as she hated to work for someone else, she felt more secure knowing that she was responsible for her own welfare. The last time she depended on a man, he spent more time working than being a husband to the point that he was too exhausted to give or receive sexual favors. If she was gonna do everything by herself, including pleasuring herself, there was no point in being married!
“We agreed not to crush each other’s dreams,” he said as he sat up to sit on the side of the bed. “I know you don’t want to marry me. But I want to get married. I want to spend my life creating a home and a family with the woman I love who understands that I don’t expect her to do everything by herself. You don’t want to cook, clean or have any children. I respect that. I’m not asking you to do anything you can’t or don’t want to do. Everything you do now is superb. As much as I want you to be happy, I have to be happy, too. I just need more than you’re willing to give me.”
“Do you really think you will find a woman that knows that you have a lifetime Mistress and will still marry you with the stipulation that I’m gonna fuck you, too?” she asked.
“Language, Mistress,” he said, giving her a serious glare.
Shaking her head, she said, “The sooner you get a wife, the sooner you can stop trynna correct my language. You knew I had a filthy mouth when I first put my lips on your dick. Save your corrections for the Missus.”
Sighing in exasperation, he said, “Agreed. And to answer your question, yes I do believe I will find a wife. I found you, didn’t I?”
Her cell phone vibrated on the nightstand. As she reached for it, he prepared to shower before he left the house. A seductive grin spread across her face as she read the text message.
“We’re in! When and where?!”
Quickly, she joined her lover under the water.
“I have excellent news, Master,” she purred into his ear. “We found a couple.”
Pulling her hand down toward his hardening shaft, he kissed her passionately before she dropped down to swallow his happiness.