“I don’t remember calling him “pretty”!”
Amanda lowers her head slightly, eyes boring into Daniel as she asserts her dominance over him.
No-one’s looking, she made sure first, but even still, it’s not right to make him submit in public outside of a collective of like-minded people.
But Daniel’s just called her a liar and she needs him to reconsider that.
Her clit throbs at the memory:
Daniel sitting astride her with a ten-inch cock buried inside him, vibrating against his prostrate. Amanda had been squirting pretty much continuously thanks to the pulse sitting squarely against her clit.
Amanda thrust up into his tight chanel, hard.
“How did that make you feel?”
She watches as he shakes his head. He’s still so reluctant to lean into his naturally submissive side so he brats instead.
“How did that make you feel?”
His eyes are sightless as they dart around the room. His chest is flushed a delicious pink and he’s sweating, the sheen glowing under the moonlight streaming through the open curtains, the air blowing warm in the mid-summer heat.
He shakes his head again.
“Four seconds. Count them.”
Daniel quivers and his cock jumps against the delicious softness of his lower belly.
That’s not right, he knows that’s not right.
She grips his fleshy hips so hard she can already see tomorrow’s bruise of her fingerprints.
Amanda thrusts up into him twice more as she praises him.
“That’s my good babyboy.”
She wipes away the lone tear that makes its way down his round cheek.
He craves praise but always feels guilty when it’s offered so freely, with so much love and adoration.
He whimpers as he picks up the wand. As soon as the quivering head touches the tip of his cock he throws his head back and shouts to the heavens. It’s only the cock-ring encircling his short stubby member that stops him from cumming all over them both.
His voice breaks as he counts out the seconds.
“One. And. Two. And. Three. And. Four. And.”
The wand lands next to her head where Daniel expels it from his body.
He reaches up to tug at his nipples, desperately trying to make himself cum. He groans in frustration and bounces harder on Amanda’s strap.
“How did that make you feel?”
He reaches down to caress the gentle curve of her breast.
The bastard was playing now.
“Owned. Controlled. Owned.”
Amanda planted her feet on the bed and pulled Daniel into the base of her lap. He could barely do more than grind at this point.
“Everyone watched him throw me about. They watched as his sweat dripped into my eyes. They watched as he pinned me down to the mat, his six pack shaking as he used all of his strength to hold me underneath him.”
Amanda moaned as Daniel spat into his hands before returning them to play with her nipples. They were small for a man’s hand but perfectly sized to envelop her B cups and stimulate every nerve within them.
“You like being shown off, don’t you, Danny-Boy?”
Daniel nodded as he picked up the pace of his rocking backwards and forwards.
“Who owned you more? Silver? Or -“
Amanda could sense he was close by the way his voice had climbed an octave.
Placing her hand on the clasp of the cock ring she squirted again at the sight of her husband above her.
His perfectly coiffured hair was sticking to his head; his lips were raw from where he tried to denounce who he really was; his soft belly and rounding tits shook at Amanda fucking up into him with abandon.
He’d need to excuse himself from meetings tomorrow to sit in the bath and soothe his aching hole.
Tonight he needed to get off. Tonight he needed Amanda to quieten his mind and awaken his soul.
“Who’s the blonde pretty boy, Daniel?”
She unclamped his cock and tugged him hard and unceremoniously as she bucked underneath him.
He’d cum across her belly and tits, across her chin and some in her hair.
He’d screamed to the solar system beyond their world.
He’d bounced as hard as he could on top of the thick silicon torturing his prostate.
He’d fallen over Amanda, rotating his hips to wring every ounce of his orgasm, trapping her hand between them.
He’d demurred when she held him still to withdraw from his pulsing arse, holding himself open so she could take a Polaroid of his gaping pussy.
She shook the picture out as she lay next to him and pulled him into her arms, kissing away his hiccoughing sobs.
“You did so well Daniel. I’m so proud of you. Thank you my darling.”
He nods as the tears continue to fall.
She turns to press kisses to his head, relishing in the scent of sweat and sex that’s laying on his skin like the most decadent extravagant scent.
He fell asleep in her arms, crying away a mere smudge of the hurt and anger buried within his fragile, precious body.
Here, amongst the posh, sometimes vacuous, nearly always unrelentingly outrageous in their own way, upper middle class Valley society Amanda saw that look of fear, betrayal and horniness cross her gorgeous husband’s absurdly beautiful face.
Daniel caught the look and blushed deeply.
He’d spend many a night trying to find new ways to apologise for calling out his high-school bully’s name as he came but Amanda had insisted he stopped. She was under no illusion Daniel came with baggage and a confused past. She wasn’t given to jealousy and they’d both enjoyed themselves so why worry.
She wasn’t a psychiatrist but she could see it had helped something start to heal.
“Okay, I did say that.” Daniel lowers his head and bares his neck in supplication. “But that was then. Back before I saw him.”
Amanda smiles around her martini olive.
“We’re in our fifties now. How can he still be that blonde!”
Amanda smiled with her eyes as she mentally braced herself to not roll her eyes.
The grey around his temple disappeared as fast as it appeared.
Really, he was in his mid-fifties, having grey wasn’t uncommon! She also thought that’s why he’s never grown a beard.
“We’ll continue this at home, okay, Daniel?”
Danny saw the hungry look in her eye and minutely shifted his hips.
He was empty here because they had the kids with them but tonight he knew he’d stretched out and fucked full until the only name he could remember was Johnny Lawrence.
