Page 32 of The Hitman’s Obsession

She pours water into her mug and heads for the living room. I slowly emerge from my hiding spot and creep down the slope to the house.

I’m her husband. Her protector. But tonight, I’m something more.

I’m a fantasy.

The back door is cracked like I left it. I slip inside and creep down the hall, making no noise whatsoever. I hear Annie humming to herself and peer around the corner to see her sitting in her normal spot on the couch. She’s got her Kindle and is flipping through her library of books when I spring into action.

Rushing into the room, I vault over the couch and land in front of her. She lets out a scream, dropping her mug, which shatters on the floor.

I clamp my hand over her mouth, silencing her, and press the knife to her throat.

Her eyes go wide, and she instantly freezes.

It may look real, but the knife is fake. One of those movie props that I found online and ordered last week. It’s harmless. There’s no way I would ever put my wife in danger. If anything, one could say I’m overprotective.

“Quiet,” I hiss. She nods, pupils dilated. “Now I’m going to remove my hand, and you’re going to stay silent. Understand?”

Another nod.

“You cry out or try to run, and you’re in trouble.”

Her nipples are hard, poking through the fabric of her shirt. My cock is rock hard between my legs, pounding with desire, dripping precum into my briefs. Slowly, I pull my hand from her trembling lips.

“Please,” she whispers. “Don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t,” I growl. “Unless you make me.”

Sliding my hand up her shirt, I grab her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She’s trembling, but her back arches and her lips part.

There’s no disguising the lust in her eyes.

With a quick tug, I yank her panties off, exposing her pretty pink hole. It’s soaked, dripping with arousal. I nearly explode as I tug my zipper down and pull out my rigid cock. Leaning over her, I press the tip against her hole, spreading her just enough to feel the warmth of her pussy.

“Please…I have a husband.”

“I know you do,” I reply, my voice low and dangerous. “What would he think if he knew you were here in his house getting fucked by another man?”

I drive my cock into her without hesitation. She cries out as I bottom out in her soft, silky folds. She’s so primed to take it, and I’ve been planning this all day. I nearly explode as she takes all my inches.

“My husband will kill you,” she snarls as I start pumping, watching her glorious pregnant tits bounce with every thrust.

Her breath comes in tiny gasps as I thrust my hips faster, snatch a fistful of her hair, and pull her face to mine.

“Oh, yeah? What is he? Some kind of tough guy?”

She can barely speak as I pound her. Each word is a punctuated staccato between my heavy thrusts.

“He’s…big…strong…and…he…loves…me…”

I light up inside as I stare into her eyes, my face hidden behind the mask. For so long, I saw myself as nothing but a bad man. A dirtbag. Damaged goods. I’ll never get tired of hearing the wonderful things my wife says about me.

“And he wifed you up because of how sexy you are, didn’t he?” I growl, changing my strokes from fast to strong and deliberate. My balls are aching. I can’t keep this up much longer. Annie’s pussy is just too good. “He just knew that every man who passed you would be checking you out. Dreaming of getting you in bed. Didn’t he?”

Annie tries to hide it, but her eyes light up. She loves the praise too. She loves teasing me with her beauty.

One of her favorite fantasies is to send me out for groceries, then while I’m gone, she puts on some lingerie and stands by the window so that when I come home, I see her there, looking like a sexy gift I’m desperate to unwrap.

And that’s just what I do.