EroticReverie

Victor Vos

Mila was a surprise to me. I'd never planned on anything extending past that night I'd met her. However, once I'd had her, once I'd brought tears from her eyes through pain and pleasure that night. I knew I needed more of her, that I wasn't done with her. 

Marrying Mila for me, was not about love. Though I was more fond of her than any other women I'd ever kept.  Marrying Mila, was assurance. Assurance that she belonged to me, and I'd be the one to bring out her darker side, the one I knew was in there the moment she had taken her clothes off for me in that hotel room the night we met. She was begging to be owned. 

Standing downstairs with family and friends who had arrived to the party, I stood around drinking my whiskey as others drank the champagne that poured from the bottles the wait staff was walking around with, refilling. 

I was glad to have everyone I knew there, celebrating the day that I'd made Mila my property. Of course, they're here to celebrate the love they believe we have. Although, a few faces in my house tonight, know exactly what it is I'm celebrating.  The claiming of one of the most well behaved women, who pleases not only my cock and all of its desires, but some of theirs as well. 

I nod to my brother Franco across the room, who stands with his wife Emily, who has no idea my brother has fucked my wife on several occasions. No idea the amount of time my wife has wrapped her exquisite mouth around her husbands cock and had the cum that made their two children sliding down her throat. 

I smile to my friend John , who, also has a wife, and has also fucked Mila.  There are at least a dozen other faces in the room that are part of my well kept secret. A dozen other faces that have experienced my wife's fantastic cunt.  Yes, I share Mila. But make no mistake she belongs to me, and always will. She is my most prized possession, her little cunt as hungry for the cocks that fill her, as I am hungry to watch them fill her. She obedient, she is loyal, she is mine. I like the jealousy that I feel rolling off of every man in this house that has been inside her, every man that knows the wife that I keep is far better than any of theirs. I revel in the fact I  know they wish their wives were half of the marvelous slut that Mila is for me. 

My eyes travel to the stairs as my brothers gaze wanders to them. I turn and see her walking down the stairs. 

Her delicate fingers gently slipping down the banister, as she hold the front of her dress up slightly, that gorgeous leg of hers slipping out of the slit, and I grin knowing every man sees how high that slit is, and is thinking about the pussy near said slit. Whether they've had it before or not. I know that every man here, minus those batting for the other team, wish to be balls deep in my fucking wife. 

I inhale, walking over with pride as she gets to the bottom step, and I hold out my hand. She lifts her gorgeous brown doe eyes up to me and smiles warmly. I know that Mila loves me, and I might even love her. But probably not for the reasons a man should. I love how she moans. I love how she sucks my cock and balls. I love how she feels, with her wet cunt on my cock. I love when she cries for me. I love that she doesn't talk back. I love that she does as she's told, and rarely ever asks questions.  I love her because she let's me whore her out to other men, and sometimes women.  I love that she stays horny for my dick at all times. Always, always fucking wet whenever I touch her. 

She's pulled her light brown caramel colored hair up into a loose chignon, with a few loose lightly curled pieces framing the sides of her gorgeous face. Mila, is the most devastatingly beautiful woman I've ever seen, which only makes the prize of owning her that much richer. Not an ounce of plastic surgery on her perfectly symetical face, no fillers in those full pouty lips, no silicone in her perfectly firm and round tits. She  begged me to let her get a nose job once, but she's fucking insane, because the slope and size of her nose is perfect. I shut down that arguement quickly when I told her if she ever touched her face I would divorce her. Because her body, all of her, was mine. I didnt want her fucking it up on me. 

I lean in and give her a soft kiss, my hand raising to the back of her neck gently and I feel her tense, her body wanting me to wrap my fingers around her neck again, but I don't, because...well a room full of people are watching that aren't aware of the things me and my wife like to do. 

I smile when I pull back slowly and her greedy mouth follows mine, but then she pulls back and opens her eyes, and they stare into me, burning, reaching a part of me that nobody else can. Is that love? Maybe. 

I take her hand and guide her off the last step and the first to greet her is my father. Who has spoken to me about what a prize Mila is, however he is not one that is aware, or has taken part in experiencing my wife. Only because the fuck is so old, that Mila's tight pussy might just put him in an early grave. 

"Hi Mr. Voss" Mila smiles, as she places her hands on his shoulders and gives him a kiss on the cheek and I fight the smirk when he kisses her back and I see his hand casually slide down the side of her back, his fingertips grazing her ass. The old pervert, I think to myself smiling. Then Mila greets, my fathers fifth wife...wait...no sixth wife Madeline. 

"You look stunning" my fathers 25 year old upgrade says to Mila.  Madeline is pretty I suppose, but she has big fake tits, my father likes them, all of his wives not surprisingly were gifted a set before marrying the bastard.

"thank you, so do you" Mila says, using her manners, even though Madeline has shown up to my house looking like a hooker that's trying way too hard. Probably by no fault of hers, I'm sure my father is the one that chooses her wardrobe, so I can't really blame her, well...I can. A gold digging slut gets what she deserves I suppose. 

I smile and nod to my father and Madeline as I slip my hand to the small of Mila's back and bat my fathers hand from her backside. He jumps slightly and gives me a look, furrowing his brows.  But i give him a little grin and shake of my head and he smiles and nods. 

Franco, my brother, again, one who has known the insides of my wife very, very well, nods and leans in kissing the side of Mila's face and whispers something, but I don't hear, but Mila's body reacts,as she stiffens slightly , but her smile is in place, mask on as she looks to his wife Emily and they share a hug. 

Hours go by, toasts are made, and almost every man here dances with my wife, and every woman, dances with me.  I notice my recently turned 18 nephew walking away from his dance with Mila with a bulge in his pants, trying to fidget to hide it as he makes his way off the outside dance floor. I chuckle slightly as I let Emily, my brothers wife go from my hold as I nod slightly thanking her for the dance. 

I walk over to Mila, when the dancing is over. I excuse us for a moment, and tell Mila to go to our bedroom and wait. She looks at me confused, but without a word of arugement, she does as she's told. 

I wander the house and peek out out front door to find my nephew standing with another slightly younger nephew of mine and then nod him inside of the house. 

"what?" Jordan asks as he follows me inside. 

"Just a word please." I say walking up the stairs. Jordan turned 18 all of two weeks ago, and is the second oldest son of my brother Marcel. 

"Ohhhkay" Jordan says. "What is it, what's up?" he says as we hit the top of the stairs. 

"What did I get you for your birthday Jordan?" I ask him, slapping a hand on his shoulder. 

"Ummmm, " he says, and I know he's uncomfortable saying it, because I got him nothing. 

"You...didn't" he says. 

"hmmm" I say, "Well....let me give you something now then.." I say.

"Oh...ok" he says, his brows wrinkling and he shrugs. 

"Did you enjoy your dance with my wife Jordan?" I say turning him and pushing at his back just slightly, but hard enough that he lurches forward when walking . I see him wide eyed, looking at me as I walk up to his side. 

"You walked away with quite the hard on nephew" I say raising a brow and then continuing to walk down the hall to the room I share with Mila. 

"I...I'm sorry..I didn't mean t-"

"sorry?" I ask, turning to him. "What for?" 

He opens his mouth to answer. I slap a hand on his shoulder and he jumps. 

"I take it as a compliment." I say with a smile. 

"She's fucking hot , right?" I ask him. 

His eyes widen and he nods. "Y-yea" 

I smile. sling my arm around his neck and tug him into the room by his neck as I  open the door and swing it shut behind me and let him go.

Smiling, when I see the way Mila's eyes widen, her jaw dropping, starting to shake her head no. But she stops and Jordan just looks between my wife sitting on the end of our bed and me. 

"Uhhh." 

I smile at Jordan and gesture to my wife. 

"Your birthday present." I say.