Page 39 of A Season Of Sin

Then, I fuck my wife.

Dropping her back onto the couch, with one foot on the floor and a knee on the cushion, I throw Gracie’s legs over my shoulders and slam into her wet pussy. Her tits and soft belly bounce as I wreck her, staring into her eyes, straight into her sweet, hopeful soul. A soul that shouldn’t be this good. A soul that should be scarred and ruined after the childhood she had. But she’s not. She’s my Gracie. My world.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” I grit as I bottom out.

Gracie’s eyes slam shut, her neck elongates, and her back arches. “Jace!” she screams as her cunt clamps onto my cock and comes. It’s glorious, watching her fall apart. But I don’t stop. Not yet. Not ever.

Pulling out of my wife, I pull us off the couch and bend her over the edge, tits on the cushions, ass right there for me to slap and touch and fuck!... She’s goddamn sexy.

I bite along Gracie’s back as I slam deep.

Her drunken groans are music to my ears as she lets me use her.

To bring her pleasure.

To take her mind off Wolf and enjoy us until he comes home.

Like she said.

When I can fuck her just like this all over again, only then he’ll be here too, touching her, touching me, sticking his fat cock in my ass.

I moan at the thought of us together again.

I give in to the possibilities.

They have my nuts drawing up tight and pleasure rippling down my spine.

I grab my phone off the floor where it fell and take a video.

I know I shouldn’t, but Gracie’s right. This feels big.

The sooner he gets back, the better. I need to know where we stand.

Gripping Gracie’s hair, I force her head back. “Tell Wolf how much you love me fucking you.”

“Yes. Yes. I love it,” she sobs. “Please. Fuck. Me. Please.”

“Do you see this? Do you see what you’re missing?” I pull out of my wife long enough to give him a little preview of my dick, then I spread Gracie’s ass and film her sweet pucker down to her pussy.

“This misses him, doesn’t it?” I nudge Gracie’s lips apart with my cock and rub it around her entrance up to her clit where she jolts forward, crying out in pleasure. I play with her sensitive nub around and around. The video is shit, but I don’t care. I make him watch. When she comes, she moans our names—both of them.

And it hits me… how real this is.

When I’m through filming, I don’t rewatch what I recorded, I hit send, and I fuck my wife.

I fuck her until my thighs burn and air saws in and out of my lungs. When I need to come, I pull out, shove the coffee table out of my way, and eat my wife’s ass. I eat her until my tongue goes numb, and she’s so fucking lost she’s floating in a different galaxy.

I don’t know how long Gracie and I go at it, but it never seems long enough, not with her.

By the time I fill her pussy with cum, her hair is damp with sweat, and she can’t keep her eyes open.

I carefully lift her like a bride on her wedding night.

Gracie curls her arms around my neck. “I’m too heavy,” she mumbles, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Shhhh. Quit with that bullshit.”

She snorts a half-laugh, then yawns.