"So you like it." He said and Amelia couldn't say anything. She was Just looking at him, her heart racing, hoping he would go back and keep sucking her. ",You know what? I hates that you like this. I'm Just sucking you because I like how you taste." He said and Amelia felt butterfly in her stomach. It was one of the sweetest thing he has heard from him."Stop talking and keep sucking that pussy." She said within herself, hoping he doesn't hear it. Just as if he heard and obeyed, he went back and began to suck her. This time, he spread her lips and was sucking the inner flesh."Ohhhhhh! Ahhh!" Amelia screamed, aching her back as he sucked her clitoris. The sensation was beyond control. Rothchild indeed knew how to drive a woman crazy. He slot his finger into her and began to finger her as he sucked her. Soon, she began to feel an unfamiliar sensation. It was heavy and beyond control. "Please stop and fuck me. I need your dick right now. Oohhhhhh!" She trie
*Few weeks later*Amelia was out, tending to the garden when she heard her name from inside. She threw the rake down in anger and walked out of the mansion, into the street. She was cautious not to run into any incoming vehicle as she walked. She shoved her hands into her coat's pocket as she reminisced on the events from the second night since they moved into the new house. She remembered how Rothschild had promised not to touch her unless it was out of her own accord, but she had been tricked. That night was the last night she had had any rest. Rothschild was draining her to the extent her clothes could barely fit her. It had been only two weeks since they moved into their new home but she had already become a full-time housewife and her movements were restricted. Amelia stopped walking as soon as she came across a clothing store. She admired a mini red dress she saw in the store. "I guess I may have to come here to shop for new clothes since my old ones are already really loose
"What?!" Amelia exclaimed as she released her hand and legs. "I know you heard me well." He said as he began to unbuckle his belt. "But we've done three times already today." "I'm not still satisfied, and Instead of arguing, why don't you be a good wife and do as I say." He smirked as he grew harder. "Rothschild, look at me!" She yelled, standing up. "I have lost a lot of weight because of you, I look pale and ugly and it's all your fault." "How is that my fault?" He asked, feigning ignorance. "You don't give me any breaks at all. All you demand from me is sex sex sex, you don't even show me a single iota of love, you just fuck me at every chance you get." Rothschild suddenly burst out laughing. "You must be stupid to think I married you for love, now take your clothes, else I'm going to tear it myself.""Can you at least just give me a break?" Her tone in her voice shifted. "No breaks for you, madam." He said and began to approach her. Suddenly, Amelia's phone rang in her po
Rothschild couldn't deny the fact that he was a bit scared that Amelia had fainted. Who must have called her. He picked up the phone that had shattered to the ground, put the phone back together, and switched it on. He appeared rather calm as he went through Amelia's call logs and dialed the number that had just called her. He shot her a glance as the call went through. "Hello, who the hell is this?" Rothschild asked immediately the person at the other end picked up the call. "You just made my wife faint." "Is...is this Mr. Rothschild?" The person asked. "Yes, it is...""I've tried to reach you but I couldn't so I decided to call your wife's phone instead." Rothschild remembered that he had left his own phone in the bedroom so he wouldn't have been able to hear it ring. "You haven't answered my own question yet. Who the hell are you?" Rothschild asked again. "My name is...""You know what, I don't care what your name is, just tell me what you told Amelia that made her faint. Wh
Barely a week after Rothschild's father had died, he had begun selling off his father's landed property. Amelia had tried to confront him about how he was spending recklessly but he put her in her place and told her never to talk about the issue again. "Rothschild I need money to get new clothes, my old ones can't stay in one place on my body, it's too loose." Amelia summoned the courage to tell him one day. Amelia was never afraid of asking him for money, besides his bank account must be racking up to millions of dollars, but what she was more afraid of was Rothschild's response. "And where am I supposed to get the money you want me to give you?" He questioned sternly. "What do you mean by that? What happened to all the money you got from spending your father's lands?" "How dare you question me?!" He said with anger laced in his tone. Amelia saw how his expression had quickly shifted from indifference to anger but she wasn't concerned. With all the money that he had acquired, if
Amelia had quickly cleaned the house as Rothschild had instructed to avoid his wrath. As soon as she was done, she was in the kitchen preparing lunch for Rothschild when she heard the doorbell ring. "Hold on, I'm coming." She shouted from the kitchen. She quickly rinsed her hands and dried them on her clothes before she walked out to attend to the door. "Who's that?" She asked again when the doorbell rang, but no response came in. She hesitated for a moment before she finally opened the door to a woman whose breast could barely fit into her dress. "Who are you and what is a dirty hag like yourself doing here?" The lady at the door asked Amelia scornfully, as she eyed her from her head down to her toes. Amelia thought she hadn't heard well. "Excuse me, what did you say?" Amelia asked, just to be sure that she heard what the woman said. "Have you suddenly gone deaf? You dirty-looking scum," The woman fired. At this point, Amelia was fueled with rage. Out of anger, she slappe
Amelia's face was soaked with tears as she walked back inside the house. She was finding it hard to wrap her head around what had just unfolded. "This can't be happening to me." She said, tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably. "Rothschild had the guts to not only bring another woman into our house but also kiss her in front of me." Different thoughts were running through Amelia's head concurrently. She knew fully well that even if Rothschild brought in as many women as he wanted, there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't believe that Rothschild would betray her this way after all the love she had shown to him. Heartbroken was an understatement to what she felt, she was utterly devastated. She walked back into the house with her shoulders drooped. As soon as she got into the house, she could hear screams of the lady coming from upstairs and the loud moans of Rothschild she knew fully well what was happening. She tried to block out the noise but there was
As the days went by, Amelia noticed that Rothschild had started to distance himself from her. He barely spoke to her and had barely touched her for weeks. Amelia was growing incessantly worried. She couldn't remember the last time Rothschild had spoken to her, not even to criticize her. All of a sudden, Rothschild had stopped bringing in women and none of them ever visited and that was when Amelia knew that something was wrong. Initially, she had thought that Rothschild had decided to change and stop bringing women home but when he started avoiding Amelia like a plague, Amelia knew that there was more to his sudden change in attitude. One morning, while Amelia was cleaning the bedroom she shared on most nights with Rothschild, she came across a paper that was underneath the dresser. Amelia wanted to sweep it away since it looked like ordinary paper to her but the inscription on the paper made her have second thoughts about throwing the paper away. She picked it up and to her g
The next day, Mike had wasted himself with so many bottles of alcohol. He barely got to sleep the previous night. The only person who was on his mind was Jennifer. Till this moment, no one had called him to pass information about where she could possibly be. What hurt him the most was the thought of how badly she would be hurting because of what she had seen. Knowing that she was hurt made Mike beat himself even more. He was on the floor in his living room when a lady walked in. It was his mother. He was too wasted on alcohol to even get up to his feet. The mother, on seeing the condition of her son, felt completely washed away and heartbroken. She had no idea Jennifer meant the world to her son. “Oh God! Mike, what have you done to yourself, son?” She dropped her bag and rushed to her son. She snatched the bottle he was going to shove into his mouth. “Stop it, Mike!” Mike sobbed. “She's hurt, mom. Jennifer has left ne, mom. Are you happy now? You never wanted her to stay.
Mike froze in the act. His cock was still stuck in the vagina while he stared at Jennifer with dilated iris. The least thing he expected was to have Jennifer walk in when he was in the act. “Ho..honey,” he struggled to say a word. Vicky pushed him off her and staggered to her feet. “Sis…you are..you are back.” Jennifer was staring at them wildly in disbelief. Vicky had one of her boobs looking out through one of the open buttons of the shirt she was wearing. “How long has this been going on?” Jennifer asked with tears clogging up her throat. Mike's cock was still standing as he clasped his hands together to plead with Jennifer. “Babe, I.. I can explain,” he stuttered. When he tried to touch her, she landed a resounding slap on his cheek. “Don't touch me!!” She yelled. Tears rolled from her eyes. Not even in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that her own sister would have sex with her husband. “You…”she said, pointing at Vicky. “You snake, I gave you eve
The moment she returned to her hotel room that night, she sat on the ground and almost cried her heart out. At least, Mike's mother would no longer have a reason to despise her. She was finally pregnant after years of being married to Mike. An hour passed into the night and she finally got a hold of herself. She would call Mike and share the sweet news with him. She opened her purse and grabbed her phone. Still trying to snuff out the last trace of tears in her tone, she hit the dial icon. One ring…two rings…three rings… Then, the electronic voice spoke. “The number you are calling is not available at the moment.” She called again and again. But the response was the same. Mike was not taking any of her calls. It was already a couple of minutes to ten in the night. There was a probability he was already asleep. Though, Mike was not the type to sleep early. He must have had a stressful day. She concluded. The bell in her hotel room rang. Someone was out there. She got to the doo
Vicky could feel the fullness of his cock inside her. Mike was a monster. Not only was he long down there, but that he had enough girth too. Slowly, he pulled out of her. The helpless lady looked at him with the look that said he should put it back in. But he didn't do so. He simply used it to flog the areas of her vagina, making her more wet than she already was. He pressed on the clit button with his cock, making Vicky go wild. Her eyes were literally turning. “Are you ready for me?” He asked. Vicky wanted to curse him. She was more than ready. “Yes, yes,” she replied in a helpless manner. Mike then grabbed her waist so tightly and slowly put his cock in till it was swallowed entirely. Then, he brought it out again. The in and out movement turned into a slow and steady thrust. Gradually, he increased his pace. What started slowly was now fast and soon rough. The sound of flesh slamming against another soon filled the entire room. After a good while of quick thrusts, he s
The kiss became so passionate and they started breathing heavily. He pinned her on the wardrobe and kept kissing her. “Did you really think I would let you go so easily?” He asked as he pulled away. Vicky always wanted to feel his lips on hers. But at the time, she didn't know what to think. She already gave up. She felt Mike was just not going to come around. But he did! “I—” Mike didn't give her the chance to speak. He locked her lips again. This time, his hands were running through her entire body. The lady had already put on a dress. It was obvious she was getting ready to leave when Mike made the decision to act. He stopped kissing again and helped her take the dress off. His eyes absorbed the creature before him. He placed his head in between her boobs and let himself get drowned in the moment. Then, he carried her and dropped her on the bed. Vicky lay there like a test material. She had no idea what Mike was thinking of doing to her. All she could do was anticipate
The towel descended through the length of her body and fell on the ground. She was naked. Mike was completely swept off his feet. He found himself struggling to say a word. There was a lump in his throat. Vicky looked even better than the pictures she had sent to him. With every moment that slipped by, it only became more difficult to resist her. His eyes traveled through her body, scanning every detail as they journeyed from her hair to her toes. The boobs were impeccably built— slightly bent due to the weight. The alveolar area of her breast was large enough, an indication that she was incredibly sensitive around that area. Her nipples were surprisingly pointed and looked enticingly beautiful. “Vi..vi.. Vicky,” Mike stuttered. “What…what do you think you are doing?” Vicky smiled at him. “What does it look like to you? Do you like what you see?” Oh yes, he did. Not long ago, he was fuming. But at the moment, he had no idea what was going on inside him. The anger was there. How
Right in the presence of everyone, his mouth flew open once again. His cock became really hard in the boardroom. What his heart desired to see for so long was already there. All those times Vicky paraded before him, all he could do was imagine what would be beyond the skimpy dresses. He was finally staring at her naked body. Oh damn it!! Vicky was damn too hot. Mike found himself salivating without knowing it. He had been enchanted by her. “Mr Mike, are you okay?” One of the board members asked him. But Mike was not okay. Beyond being okay, he was lost completely. He found himself moping stupidly at the nudity of his own sister-in-law! Get hold of yourself, Mike! “Mike?” Another person tried to call his attention. But Mike was lost. He was obviously not listening to them. He was only brought back to his senses when one of them slapped his hands on the table. Mike was jolted from his lost state. But his hand had already gone down to his cock. It was furiously waging war a
Vicky was throwing both legs effortlessly through the mini black dress she was wearing. It barely covered her private areas and perched on her thighs. The design was in such a way that her cleavages were out there. Mike was struck by her presence. His mouth was suddenly agape and the words were held back in his throat. “Babe,” Jennifer called him. “Are you still there?” The married dude was lost. He couldn't help himself. Vicky looked incredibly attractive for him to be able to resist her. “Honey? Are you there?” Jennifer asked again. “Yes, yes,” he responded in a disoriented manner. “Is something wrong? You seem distracted.” “Uhm… yes. I mean no.” Jennifer sighed. “What is it?” Vicky got to the table and dropped the bag she was carrying. “Is that Jennifer?” She asked suddenly and loudly. Mike's eyes dilated. What was she trying to achieve by announcing her presence to Jennifer? “Babe, I heard Vicky's voice just now. Is she there with you?” Before Mike could gi
The next morning, Mike made the decision to resume work. Being the owner of his own business, he had taken some time off from work to have fun with his wife, Jennifer. But then, things were not going the way he thought. Jennifer had traveled and he had a tempting desire to sleep with his own sister-in-law. To even think he would be in this position was driving him crazy. And yes, the only way for him to cut down time spent with her, was to resume work. At seven o'clock in the morning, he was already dressed and ready to dive into the activities of the day. He was wearing a well ironed shirt that he tucked into his pair of black pants, a shiny Italian shoe and a matching black jacket. He was good to go. He was about to leave when his phone rang. It was his mom. “Hello, mom,” he said as he slid the green icon. “Good morning.” His greeting was replied with a rebuke. “What is good about this morning?” His mom asked. “Hold your greeting. I don't need it.” He stroked his f