All Chapters of Damien’s new wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Irene's words were the only go ahead I needed. I took my hand under lingerie and slowly took it off. Irene was beautiful and I can't deny that. Her spotless fair body was all mine. I was completely on top of Irene. I held her medium sized breasts in my hand and fondled it softly. Irene moaning was filling the room. Her nipples kept distracting me and calling my attention. I took my tongue to them and slowly warmed them up. The moment my tongue started licking her nipples, Irene was on another planet. Her moanings lifted my self confidence. With no restrictions, I sucked her nipples. She held my head and slightly grabbed my hair. Patted her legs open and took her lips. Irene was horny and I felt it. Her lips claimed mine in seconds. I took my hand in between her cold thighs and met a warm slippery pussy. I touched around her pussy and Irene moaned in my mouth. I rubbed her clitoris gently and she was releasing more juice. I took my finger in and Irene gasped a

I dropped Irene at her office and asked Raymond to drive to ‘The dream autos’. “Boss, I think I need to also stop driving you around when you have drivers," Raymond laughed at his statement. I laughed along because I totally understood his sarcasm. Raymond started driving me around when he recently got employed. It is safe to say that he spoiled me. I have grown too comfortable with him taking me anywhere and everywhere. We got to the auto store in less than twenty five minutes. “Welcome Prince of Cabin city. What a pleasure to have you here in person" the owner of the store walked out to welcome me. His Arabian accent over powered his English. “Thank you. I need something befitting for my wife" Irene's POV. Immediately I got into the building, I got strange attention from the staff. The men would “wow" and laugh softly. The women blush, giggle and whisper. I got to my office and dialed Madison. “Good morning, can you bring my coffee?" I asked over the phone. T

Patrick nodded like an obedient child. I started the engine and zoomed off quickly. Immediately we got to the apartment, Patrick lifted me off my feet. I was surprised at his strength, I never expected that from him. He dropped me on the couch and took off his pants. After our intense moment, Patrick got to the kitchen to get me something to eat. I quickly brought out my treasure and spread it on the table. I used my driver's license card to share it in parts on the table before sniffing it all with my nose. It felt like heaven. I threw my head on the couch and laughed as I had a different sensation I got from my coke. Patrick walked in with a plate of cereal and milk. “I couldn't get anything else. We are out of groceries" he sighed, handing the plate to me. I managed to get it from him but it spilled on my body. It ran from my boobs to my stomach. Patrick moved closer and licked a portion off my breast. He used his tongue and it created a new excitement. I gig

Irene's POV. It was Saturday and I woke up on the right side of the bed. I was full of energy and I had planned out a full list of all the things Chole and I were going to do today. “Good morning Damien" I greeted from the kitchen after having a glimpse of him walking to the dining table. I swung my waist to the music playing from my headphones as I flipped pancakes. Damien walked in and held my waist from behind whispering “good morning wife". His actions sparked giggles from the maids present. I blushed because I had been getting used to his sweet sides lately. “Pancakes?" He smiled softly, kissing my cheeks as he picked a pancake from the platter. “.. be careful, it is hot". Before I could finish my sentence, he was already hissing from the burn. I laughed at his childishness and handed him a fork and a plate. Chole walked to the kitchen and joined her dad in stealing hot pancakes. Damien had helped her sit on the cabinet opposite the stove that filled

Three days after the salon meeting with Irene, I was able to meet her again at a jewelry shop. All thanks to Patrick for always giving the right locations. I dressed like a mourning widow and bumped into her again. “I am really sorry ma'am, I honestly didn't see you" I apologized softly. She nodded and walked out without even noticing me. I could barely understand her. I quickly rushed towards her and introduced myself instead. “Oh my, what a coincidence Mrs, we met at the salon days ago" I explained as she stared at me clueless. “Agnes" I said, faking a good smile, extending my hands to her. This time, she remembered. She didn't take my hand, instead she said hi and smiled back. I desperately needed her to extend the conversation, but she seemed uninterested in everything and conversation I was bringing up. “How are you doing Mrs, and how is your beautiful daughter?” I asked, totally clueless about the fact that she had no child for Damien. " I prefer Irene. It sit