The First Day Over (Common Interests)

Amber reflected on a good day as she lay, on the bed. Her body was buffeted as she tried to remember what had actually happened in her session with the crystal healer. It didn't bother her that she drew a blank - she just knew that it had been good.

Flat on her front, her fake tits pressed against the bed, her arms by her sides, she thought about the happy family she'd returned back to. Both Belle and James were in great moods - even if her husband had forgotten to get the shopping. Never the less, they both seemed so much more at ease with each other, often teasing and tickling the other as their paths crossed.

Her worries - about Belle abandoning the family as soon as she got the chance - were eased. Amber didn't know what James had done while she'd been away, but he'd definitely earned the fucking he was currently administering to her as she was lost in her thoughts. It helped that what he'd requested tonight was a passive prone bone - something he hadn't wanted in a while.

Still, as the dutiful wife she asked no questions but simply served. Right now she served by being a flat fucksleeve, his weight on hers, being used aggressively. James penetrated her insistently as she looked to one side, one of his hands gripping her chin tightly.

His voice was hoarse as he spat into her ear, "Take it baby!" while his hips attacked hers. "Oh fuck, Daddy's got you!"

'Daddy' was definitely not a word they'd used before in sex or roleplay. In fact it had been consigned, by unspoken agreement, to the forbidden list when Amber had refused to wear a school uniform for him. Right not though, she thought it felt right. They were, after all, feeling like a family today and perhaps James had felt that too. Maybe this was how he was celebrating that?

"Daddy's gonna cum baby, gonna cum right inside you!" he roared as his movements became more erratic, and jerky, before he slowed into a grind.

Finally he pushed himself off his wife and James's limp, overworked cock flopped out of her, wet and sticky. He rolled to one side and Amber took her cue to get up. She looked down at the mess he'd caused with his request - the black leggings he'd asked her to wear had a tattered crotch from where he'd torn a hole. Had he really needed to fuck her through a hole?

Sometimes she didn't really understand the specifics of his requests, but she knew better than to ask. She'd make sure he bought her a new pair. A shame, as she'd really liked them. Perhaps, in the mean time, she could borrow one of Belle's leggings. In fact, she was pretty sure Belle owned a very similar pair already!