A plot

Marsella couldn’t lay in Matt’s arms all day, even though she might want to. She would have to shower, and then she had business to attend to before she saw her husband again.

Naturally, she let Matt shower with her. Of course they had sex again.

She didn’t wait for Matt to make a move, there wasn’t time. Seconds after she was good and wet in the endless hot water she brought his lips to hers, encouraging his erection to once again rage between his legs. The steam was nearly blinding in the spacious shower and it added to the erotic atmosphere between the two lovers.

Marsella turned and put Matt’s hands around her chest so he could fondle her wet, slippery tits. She pushed her big ass against Matt’s pelvis, his enormous manhood twitching between her cheeks, pushing them apart. She twerked her ass against him, biting her lip while he moaned at the spectacle, roughly molesting her soft breasts.

How could he touch her so well? Everything he did drove her further toward the edge of her lust.

“God, Marsella, you’re incredible,” Matt muttered, kissing the back of her wet neck.

“Speak for yourself,” she replied, bending over and resting her arms on the wall beneath the shower head. “Fuck me, Matt!”

Her sensitive pussy accepted his long, thick cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Matt fucked her for the fourth time that morning. The shower nearly drowned out her moans of increasing delight. Matt’s hips slapped with wet squelching sounds against Marsella’s wide ass. She took only a minute to orgasm again and once it took hold of her it didn’t let go. Matt had to hold her up as her legs almost buckled. She lost control of herself, squirting a heavy, thick load of fluid that splattered down her legs and mixed with the water cascading over the lovers.

“Oh fuck, Marsella!” Matt grunted as her tight cunt squeezed him almost impossibly tight.

Marsella wanted to scream Matt’s name but her voice died in her throat as her orgasm continued to crash through her body. Her body bucked against Matt’s relentless thrusts.

Marsella groaned when Matt came, flooding her womb with another heavy orgasm that finally ended her own. The bulging of her belly with cum was familiar to her now, since it had happened four times, and it felt more pleasant and hot each time.

“We’re going to end up doing this all day,” Marsella muttered, turning to kiss her teenage lover once again.

“I think I’m okay with that,” Matt said against her lips.

—

Of course, Marsella could not stay all day.

She was able to actually bathe, admirable holding off from indulging her lust even with Matt’s hard cock so close. Once clean she kissed Matt goodbye and departed, heart heavy, and put her fledgling plan into motion.

Her first stop was the salon at the resort. She had to be prepared for whenever her husband showed his face again. She actually did not know where he was today, just that he was “busy” and would return “later.” It wasn’t that surprising, but it was an unwanted variable in her plan for the afternoon. Her makeover took longer than she would have liked because the women ahead of her wanted to take their time and chat. Still, she looked good and not like she’d just been fucked by a teen for several hours.

She went back to her suite and grabbed Cedric’s computer. She knew the password but would need to be careful. If he knew what she was up to...

Marsella navigated through the machine, checking folders and calendars, searching Cedric’s asinine sorting system for a way to contact the man she knew was responsible for this entire mess of a situation. It took longer than she was comfortable with, but eventually she found it: Xyxxor’s private phone number. She smirked, shutting down the computer just as she’d found it and quickly dialing the number.

The phone rang twice and a familiar voice greeted her, “Who’s this?”

“Xyxxor,” she said slowly, almost seductively.

—

The wizard cursed under his breath when he recognized the sultry voice coming through his phone.

“Marsella,” he said dryly.

How she was able to find his number was a mystery, and quite impressive considering the lengths Cedric went to keep her caged in her gilded prison. This could only mean bad things, Xyxxor thought.

“I believe I have you to thank for my... little gift?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said.

“Xyxxor, don’t play dumb. I know you had more than a little to do with the boy I met recently.”

The old man paused. Had Matt accomplished his mission? That would be most excellent news, though he had expected to hear about it from the teen before Marsella.

“A boy?”

Marsella sighed. “Xyxxor. I know my husband came to you for a spell. I know it failed, or redirected, or something. And I also know a teenager showed up at my resort with a cock the size of a mountain all of a sudden.”

“Oh, yes, you met Matthew, then?” Xyxxor said.

“I did. Did you send him?”

“Maybe,” Xyxxor said.

“You know I can’t let him go.”

“Such are the trappings of a marriage, I suppose,” Xyxxor said.

The old man could feel Marsella’s mounting frustration through the phone. Her tone was commanding and direct. He feared she would throw ultimatums. He feared she would draw a line and force him to pick a side.

“I need your help,” she said after a moment, ignoring his comment.

“With? I’ve been given strict instructions...” he replied.

“From my husband? Yes, I’m sure. But, let’s say he was out of the picture?”

“Marsella...” the old wizard warned.

“Help me get rid of him. I’ll pay you very, very handsomely. Have you heard Cedric’s net worth recently? Times have been very, very good.”

Xyxxor ran a finger through his beard, considering.

“You’re not worried about retaliation? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“You sent the damn boy knowing exactly what effect he’d have on me, Xyxxor,” she hissed with venom, “So keep your lectures. Help me kill my damn husband. I am tired of this prison.”

“How do I know you’ll pay?”

“You’re stalling. I know I am set to be the sole benefactor of Cedric’s will. The empire will be mine. Don’t you want to retire, old man? The desires of the powerful are outpacing you. I can give you the comfort you need to enjoy a long, quiet retirement,” Marsella said.

“My fee would be... significant.”

“How does nine zeros sound, Xyxxor?” she replied.

“I think that sounds fair.”

Marsella gave him an address and a time and then the connection clicked and died. The wizard set the phone down slowly and stared at the wall for a long minute. Retirement... He sighed and a chuckle slipped from his lips. It grew into uproarious laughter as the possibility of saying goodbye to this life became more and more real.