1. Persephone in Winter - Chapter 3/11


    Date: 1/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Night_Writer, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Chapter 3 She sat some ten feet away from Simon in the walnut-paneled library. Glasses of brandy rested on identical cherry tables beside each richly upholstered wingback chair. He was unusually quiet this evening, taking time to savor the rich, dark drink, allowing her to nearly finish her own generous portion. She expected he would talk of her husband, and was apprehensive about betraying her love for him, even with unshared thoughts. Instead, he sat and watched her, his fierce eyes drinking in her slim body, harboring clues to her fate later in the night. "Do you love me?" His first words startled her, both with their suddenness and their content. She hesitated, trying to guess the answer he wanted from her. "Simon - I..." "Do-you-love-me? A simple question - four words - none more than four letters." His eyes were locked on hers - dark with savage intensity. Her hand trembled as she reached for her brandy, only to find the glass empty. "I love my husband. I love your cock." He stiffened suddenly and leaned forward in his chair, dark eyes narrowing. "Such language from a pretty wife. The day will come when I tire of your hungry, young body. Poor little thing, hanging on my gate, used and discarded." He had never spoken to her like this. Would he turn her away for giving just one wrong answer? Should she beg? Play indignant, or proud? What did he want from her? His fierce stare melted into a wide smile. "But how could I possibly discard such a thirsty young woman who ...
    knows so well what she wants, and loves. Oh, I did very much like the sound of that - what was it again?" Now she trembled for a different reason. She felt the coolness between her legs where her juices pooled, wetting her inner thighs. "I love your cock, Simon." His smile faded a bit, his eyebrows arched, then after a few thoughtful seconds, he tilted his head to the side with lips pursed. "I love your cock, Simon," she purred slowly, letting her heat warm every word. He poured another drink, then rose and went to her, half-filling her glass as well. She drank it in gulps, not stopping until it was gone. When he reached for her the empty glass slipped from her hand, shattering with a pop on the hardwood floor. Without flinching, he began to open the dress; one button, then two, three, lingering deliberately before going to the next, savoring the trail of tender skin left behind as the front of the dress parted. It seemed to take forever, and by the time he had undone the last button, she was breathless and limp. She slid lower in the chair over the slick fabric of the open dress, until her hips passed over the edge of the seat, supported only by her splayed legs stretched out on either side of him. "Are you wet?" "God yes, Simon. Can't you see?" The dress had fallen away from her belly and legs. He studied the swelling slit between her legs with a puzzled frown. "Show me." She struggled to hold her cunt open to him, her fingers slippery with the fluids that poured from her. She ...
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