Monica, The Committed Wife

Money is both an advantage and a disadvantage when dating women. Don't get me wrong, I would never be poor, but even though it is a cliché, it is hard to know, if women enjoy your company for who you are or because they want access to your bank account rather than access to your dick.

If I was a short fat guy with a micro penis, it might be easier because I would know that I am ugly as fuck and so any beautiful woman talking to me is either on **** or **** to be rich. Instead, I am tall with blue eyes and even though I am not a model by any means, I like to believe that I would be attractive regardless of my station.

I also believe that being attracted to a man who can provide for you is natural and makes evolutionary sense. My complaining might also be hypocritical because I did fuck a number of beautiful women who I knew very well wanted my money and they were not shy to ask to be spoiled. Sometimes it's hard to say no to large beautiful eyes.

At 42 years old, my life has made me quite cynical when it comes to women and love. I started to realize that it is easier when you are young and your hormones drive you to fall in love easily but now it is hard for a girl or a woman to hold my interest for more than one night. Pursuing a beautiful woman and then having her is exciting. Realizing afterward that she is dull is not exciting.

Monica was interesting.

I met her during a networking party. She went to accompany a girlfriend who was my business associate. Monica was beautiful so I tried to seduce naturally. I might say that she was clever to see right through me but I was not hiding my intentions too well.

I could easily tell that she grew up with money, was intelligent and educated, and knew how to be elegant (even though her shoes were quirky).

I told her that I would be leaving early and whether she would care to join me and she just smiled without giving me an answer.

"I would like to marry you," she said looking me straight into the eyes.

Now it was my turn to smile back at her.

She had some European accent and I have always been a sucker for accents. They just turn me on. I love the Russian accent but this wasn't it. I will need to ask her where is from at some point later.

"I am not joking," she continued in a melodic voice. "I am tired of being a boss lady, a successful woman working hard on her business, inspiration for others while just living in stress and being tired all the fucking time."

I am still not answering and instead, I am looking at her more carefully thinking about how I should play it.

"I want to be just a wife. I want to be your beautiful companion that you take to society and have the freedom to pursue my hobbies without any pressure to be actually good at any of them. At home, I will suck as much cock as I need to."

I thought of myself as being cynical and blunt but Monica didn't look like she was joking.

In any case, it was my intention to fuck this woman and not marry her after knowing her for barely an hour.

"Ok," I answered. Whatever gets me into her panties tonight.

She wasn't even my type per se. I usually prefer women with bigger tits and curves. Monica had a beautiful face but she was too petite. Still, her personality intrigued me.

She studied my face which was smiling at her.

"Your car or mine?" She asked finally.

My driver picked us up and we sat together at the back of the car.

I live only about 20 minutes away by car but it took her only two minutes to open my pants and start sucking me.

My cock has been in many mouths but I had to admit that Monica was the cock sucking queen.

I tried to kiss her, undress her, lift her up so that I could put myself inside her but she always just swatted my arms away.

She allowed me to stroke her hair and let my hands wander over the back of her body and tight ass but she didn't let me do anything that would distract her from what her mouth was doing to my hard dick.

I was ready to cum and cum hard but she was keeping me away from the peak. She lightly teased the head with her tongue or she just pushed it down her throat so that I could feel it pulse trapped inside. I wasn't small but my size was no challenge for her to take me whole.

I have never had anyone giving me head for 20 minutes.

As the car pulled up to the house, she noticed it and let go of me with a playful grin on her face. Her makeup didn't even look disturbed.

She stepped out of the car and I followed her as if it was her house that we were going to. The driver opened the door for her as she entered. I didn't care that there was a big tent in my pants, the driver had seen worse before.

Monica made me follow her to the living room where she undressed before my eyes.

She was so hot and I was so hard. I needed her.

Her body was petite at only 5'3'' with her titties small but perky.

She grinned at me.

Her skin was flawless and she looked so elegant like a lady. Angel and the devil all rolled into one body that was waiting for me to make a move.

I went to her but instead of letting me kiss her or hold her, she pushed me down to my knees.

All I wanted was to fuck her but her pussy was right in front of me and I could not refuse a taste.

She was wet and ready and the test of her nectar was like ambrosia on my tongue. I felt the need to show her everything that I have ever learned about eating pussy and from the sounds that she was making, Monica was appreciating the demonstration.

I allowed me to make her cum.

My cock was throbbing fiercely when I looked up and saw her grinning at me. I loved her grin it always promised fun.

She pulled out a blue pill to give it to me.

It was a viagra and an insult. I never needed the pill.

Monica noticed the change in my expression and put it into her own mouth then she pulled me up and kiss me. With that kiss, she pushed the pill into my mouth with her tongue.

"I want you to be hard for me until your dick falls off," she said and I gulped and swallowed the pill.

She then pushed me down with a satisfied smile and sat on my waiting hard-on that didn't really need anything to be waiting for her drooling.

Her pussy was velvety and burning with desire when I slid inside.

When both moaned when she started riding me.

I knew I would not last long. After her mouth teased me in the car, my cock was impatiently waiting to blow its load and who could blame it. My face buried in her pussy did nothing to calm it down either.

"I love you pulsing," she said squeezing me in her as she rode me.

Monica's petite body was tight and I started shooting into her.

That worked like a signal for her to kick into overdrive and she started fucking me like possessed. I groaned while her pussy milked me.

She wasn't giving me any respite after I came and was keeping up her rhythm. Her pussy and clit were rubbing against me as she rode me until she finally came herself again on top of me.

It was like she was giving me possibly the best sex of my life but at the same time, it was like she was using me for sex herself.

I could not control myself when I flipped her around and started fucking her from behind. It was my turn to make sure that she got no break after cumming on top of me.

She was taking everything that I could give her and she had another orgasm after just a moment of my thrusting. I needed to give her more, avowing to myself to break her.

Monica was groaning and I could feel her cumming around my cock two more times.

Each time her pussy would grip my cock like a vice her whole body would tremble out of control.

I didn't want to be gentle with her and she didn't ask me to be gentle. I felt like I had complete control over her body as it trembled in my arms again with my hardness pistoning inside of her wet needy cunt.

There was no need to change position. Going at her from behind was allowing me to get as deep as I could and was loving her ass smacking against me when I went balls deep.

Finally, I was nearing my own second orgasm.

Still fucking her from behind I started emptying myself. I tried not to lose control and continued thrusting through my orgasm but at the end, I felt spent like I should get a hard attack and could not breathe from the effort.

Monica needed her own moment for her body to stop shaking as it became finally free of my relentless cock.

She looked at me: "Don't die Daddy, we are not married yet."

My penis was still hard and she decided to put it into her mouth again while it was covered in the juices of our combined explosive peaks.

I was sensitive and not really used to this kind of long exercising anymore in my forties but there was no saying no to Monica.

After all the fucking it didn't even seem plausible for her to be able to make me cum again but she managed in less than three minutes.

She gulped it all down and she looked so happy about it.

Honestly, I would love to tell you how she did it but I have no idea. By all rights, it should have been quite an effort to make me cum a third time.

I just sat there breathing hard while she picked up her clothes and left.

She made my driver take her home and I was left alone to wonder if I hadn't imagined it all.

I married Monica.

And you would marry her too if you could.

I felt young with her and I wanted to be with her and she wanted to be a wife.

I found out that being a wife was somehow her kink. It was a turn-on for her to take care of the household and be a sex goddess for her husband.

Monica came from Italy and her family had means so she has been used to the good things in life. However, she wanted our prenuptial agreement to state in case of a divorce she would not have any right to any part of mine or our wealth created during our marriage including in case of the divorce being initiated by me or caused by my infidelity.

She was the one who came up with the draft of the agreement. Monica said that she wanted to have **** but to be the best wife in the world that would always happily suck and fuck and ride my cock so I could never even think of leaving her.

I fell in love with her and I was bewitched.

I knew that money was part of the deal because she wanted to live life without ever working again but at the same time, she set it up so that there would be no money for her without me.

Life with her was fun, she even brought fans to play with.

I know that Monica loves to travel so I do my best to take her around the world, especially to nice warm places where we can relax together.

Even after four years of marriage it still feels like a honeymoon. We fuck a lot and when I come tired from work, my dick gets sucked a lot. Getting a blow job does wonders to relieve stress and be a **** person for the rest of the evening.

What do you think about Monica? Is she someone you would fuck, marry, or kill?

If you are committing to the long game of finding the one true partner, would Monica be the one you dream of? Is Monica better than Erica from the previous chapter?

Please share your feedback on Monica's short story as well as this new concept of stories and have a chance to influence future characters.