The Right Way

Elizabeth stretched out in the back of Antoine's newest restaurant, opened jointly by the both of them. It was opening night, and Antoine was out front, mingling with the customers, many of whom were now his devoted followers. The kids were out at camp, except the baby, who her best friend Julia had graciously agreed to watch. All was right with the world.

Elizabeth walked out to the front, and Antoine's hand slid down, possessively giving her firm rump a squeeze. She smirked, whispering into his ear, and then joined him in socializing. After the opening celebration finally ended, both of them migrated to the back of the restaurant, just by the exit to the back alley.

"I think this place is going to be pretty popular," Elizabeth said, sliding down to her knees, and smoothly unzipping Antoine's pants. He peeled off his chef's jacket, his cock already starting to twitch to its enormous eleven inch length.

"I'm inclined to agree," he allowed, sinking his hands into his wife's perfectly coiffed hair, as her soft pink lips wrapped around his fat ebony cock. He closed his eyes, relishing in all of this. Having turned this rich bitch into his wife. Having achieved the success always due to him. Having turned her ex-husband into ... not even a memory. Elizabeth remembered him, but the children only knew Antoine as their father. And he hadn't even heard the name Douglas in his home in years. It was destiny, really.