When Ken came, he slammed Lana’s hips down onto his cock, burying himself so deep that she had no chance to escape his climax and what it was doing to her. Assuming she wanted to – which she did not.
She wanted to feel his hands pin her down. She wanted to feel his cock release the first burst of seed inside her, then the next.
“Please give it all to me,” she mumbled into Grace’s pussy. Yet she knew he wouldn’t.
Sure enough, he quickly pulled out, another burst hitting her ass before Ken could practically shove his cock into Grace’s waiting mouth.
He didn’t make it that far. The last of his long orgasm hit the mistress’s breasts, her eyes rolling back in her head as she collapsed onto the bed.
Lana sank to the floor. Crumpled.
“My two girls,” he mused, admiring what he had done to the both of them. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
Lana braced herself against the bed, her finger circling her clit as she shuddered in the orgasm she couldn’t have with her husband inside her. He watched her, wordlessly, as she let loose everything inside her all over the mistress’s bedroom floor. We pay to clean this up. Might as well get her money’s worth.
“And that’s why you’re my favorite, baby.” Ken knelt next to her, stroking her sweaty forehead and patting her back. “Nobody but you knows how to appreciate what I offer.”
She looked him in the eye. Although worn out, her pussy too sore to deal with anything else right now, Lana still managed to say, “Your favorite, huh? Do I want to know who your lessers are?” Against her wishes she thought of Chloe, the young ass who probably got off on calling herself Ken’s wench too.
At least I’m his favorite.
Ken didn’t answer her. He probably thought she was having post-sex rambles that didn’t always make sense.
They spent the night with Grace, opting to drive back home in the morning. The girl’s bed was big enough for the three of them. Yet even after Lana washed up and curled into her husband’s arms, she couldn’t stop fighting the paranoia creeping up on her. The one that told her she was the best, but she wasn’t the only one who kept her husband’s fancy.
Go away… That’s what she told these invasive thoughts. She had no evidence. She only had her paranoia and the feelings that made her so toxic that she couldn’t even enjoy the way they made love anymore. Not after the sordid fact.
She held onto her husband and hoped he would find a way to soothe her soon. Before it was too late for their marriage.
Chapter 5
“What Do You Have There?”
For once, Lana was not lying on her office floor, with or without a drink. Hey, I don’t always drink down here. Sometimes she asked Chloe to bring her tea or coffee. Most of the time it was tea or coffee. The alcohol only happened when she started thinking darker thoughts, usually brought on because she didn’t have enough work to do.
That Thursday, however, she didn’t end up on the floor at all. Instead, she had Chloe bring her coffee straight to the desk, where the desktop showed spreadsheets galore.
“Two sugars and a pinch of cream,” Chloe announced, setting the sterling silver serving set on the edge of Lana’s desk. “Also, if it’s okay, I’m going to take my half hour break.”
Lana looked away from her financial spreadsheets and caught sight of a suppressed grin on Chloe’s face. “You finished your other duties for now?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The lady of the house gestured to the serving set, and with a flourish the young maid poured more coffee into the cup. “Then it’s fine.”
Chloe excused herself. Lana sighed, sipping her hot coffee and perusing her email. A voice mail from Ken waited on her cell phone. He would be home late again. I need to postpone dinner until 7:30. Hopefully Lana would remember to tell Roberta, the live-in chef.
Since she was in a productive mood – it helped that she and Ken were getting ready to remodel a day spa to sell to an expanding company, and thinking about free manipedis and massages always got her ass moving – Lana finished work early and decided to take her phone calls outside. Why not? It was an unusually sunny day for that time of year. She needed a light scarf and sweater to brave the chill, but once she was in the sunshine, walking past the pool and into the trails behind the mansion, she couldn’t care about the chill.