EroticReverie

Mila Vos

Again, he fucked me soft, again. The only reason I didn't burst into tears is because it was my ass. Even if it was soft, there was still something dirty, and filthy about him doing me slow in my ass. 

He stands on his side of the shower , and I stand on mine, both of us washing ourselves, and the sex from us.  I don't look at him, but I can feel his eyes on me the entire time from start to finish. 

I can tell when he finishes before me that he stands there, stroking it to me, because I can see it out of the corner of my eye, but I don't look, because if I do, we're gonna end up in here until the water runs cold. 

I finish myself up and turn of my water and then he does his. 

"Come here baby" he says and I look over and he's still pumping his fist. I walk over. 

"Let me fuck that pretty mouth" he says and I lower myself to my knees in the shower and wrap my mouth around my husbands cock, because , yes he told me to, but also because I couldnt say no. I never wanted to say no. I understood him when he said that sex with me was never enough. I knew exactly what he meant. With him, there was always something that yeanred inside of me, for a release that might quench the thirst I had for him. But it never came. Every orgasm we shared was fucking incredible, and we still fucked now three years later, like we did when we first met. Like fucking animals, and often, some would argue too often. 

I sucked him off, with my eyes on him, his wet cock slipping past my lips as my tongue moved over his flesh and I thought about how many times I must have sucked Victor's cock , and how I'd keep sucking his cock for as long as he let me. 

He smiles down at my his knuckles brushing one side of my face, stroking me like a little pet as he watched me. 

"I wish you knew just what your mouth feels like..." he says.

"Because it's so fucking good baby" he tells me and I move my mouth a little faster, a little moan coming from me, excited by his praise. 

"Put me in your throat." he says, and groans as I do so on the next movement forward. 

His head goes back. 

"That's it" he says, his hand opening and cupping the side of my face now gently. 

"that's fucking it baby" he groans and then looks back down as I keep fucking my throat with his cock, choking slightly when I go to fast. I can deep throat slowly, but when I go too fast I have a harder time. 

"slow baby...fuck...go slow...take it in for me...I know you know how to take this cock Mila" he says, and my name on his lips never fails to make me perk up, and I do as Im told and slowly suck his cock, letting the head of his cock push into my throat and I hold it there. 

He groans. "you fantastic little bitch, suck my god damn cock, just like that" he groans as I gently fuck my throat with his cock.

"fuuuuck" I see his stomach muscles tighten and can tell he's holding it back and I can see his jaw tens as he watches my mouth make all of him disappear. 

"fuck, my wife is so fucking hot" he groans and grabs my wet hair , gripping it and slowly starts to fuck my mouth on his own. 

"Stay still, let me use this fucking hole" he says and I moan. 

"this hot little mouth" he groans. 

"on this pretty fucking face" he grips all my hair in one hand and then pulls me from his cock and bends over and kisses me. Yanking my hair back so my chin lifts and my face is horizontal to the ceiling, his other hand slaps my breast and I gasp as his tongue invades my mouth and I moan excitedly. 

He pinches my wet nipples, each one slipping in his fingers and I whimper into his mouth.

"my little cock sucking whore" he grumbles and yanks my hair harder and I yelp as his tongue drags over the drops of water on my skin and then slaps my tits once more and shoves his cock back into my mouth , standing again as he fucks my face. 

It's a bit faster than before, just as deep, and I gag a bit, choking when he starts to go faster. I cough and he pulls out, then gives me a second before plunging himself back into my mouth. 

" argh fuck " he groans and then pulls out. "Lean back" he growls. 

I lean back on my hands, just as he starts to cum and Victor cum all over me. 

His cum lands over my tits, and stomach, as well as my face  on one side, and I feel my cunt pulse at how dirty it makes me feel whenever he cums on me like this. 

"you hot fucking bitch" he grunts. 

I watch him step forward, letting the last few drops drip onto me and then he nods to his dick and I lean back up and suck him dry. Cleaning his cock with my mouth from any remnant of cum. 

"the best..fucking...mouth...ever" he grunts and then pulls my cock from his mouth and leans down and kisses me. 

"you did such a good job baby" he tells me and kisses me again. 

"Clean yourself up alright?" he says and I nod and he leaves the shower, grabbing a towel. 

I rewash my face, and my body, rinsing his cum from me. I rinse my hair again just incase and then wrap a towel around me and head into the bedroom. 

I see him laying out a suit and I frown. He looks up, his white towel wrapped around him, and he looks at me with a slight warning to not start. 

"I have a meeting." he explains. 

It's the weekend. Victor never has meetings on weekends. Because weekends are for us. 

"It's the weekend." I say.

"I know it is, but the client was booked, it was the only day we could get him for a meeting unless we wait another two months." he says and I try not to pout and I try not to be a brat.

"But.." I start and shut my mouth when he gives me another warning glance. 

"You know, I'd much rather stay here and play between your legs and in that ass and mouth all day. But I can't." he says. 

Weekends, were always mine. I can't remember the last time I didn't spend all weekend with him. If there even was one. 

"Vic." I say submissively, my eyes lowering, not looking at him. 

"Don't Mila." he says and then walks to the closet to retrieve a tie or something and I walk over to the bed and look at the suit and feel my face scowl at it. 

"Baby" he says coming out finding me standing there looking at it. 

"I'll only be a few hours." he says tossing a tie and dress socks onto the bed. 

"Take me with you." I turn and look up at him. 

He raises a brow. "Mila..." 

"Please?" I ask as I place my hands to his chest. "I can wait in another room, or..in the car..or." 

He lifts his hand to my face and bends down and kisses me. 

"It's only a few hours Mila..." he tells me and I shake my head. 

"Please" I look up at him, in the eyes and beg, and plead with my eyes. 

"I miss you all week when you're at work." I tell him. It's truly pathetic how attatched I am to him. And him to me. Which is surprising that he's even going to this meeting. Why isnt he agreeing to let me go? What would it matter if I was in another room? Or even in the car? My heart twists and my gut flips and I lift a hand to my stomach. He must sense the change in me as I start to panic. Is there even a meeting? What if he's..

"Mila, what?" he says, his eyes searching mine. 

"Is there really a meeting?" I ask , my voice is tiny, and quiet as I ask , knowing better than to sound accusatory. 

His brows furrow. 

"What?" he says. "Of course theres a-...Mila..." his lips tighten when he realizes what I'm really asking. 

"I am not meeting with another woman Mila. I'm not fucking cheating on you." he says and I can see he's torn between anger, hurt, and sadness. 

"but you never leave me on weekends." I say, and I fight the wobble of my chin. 

"God damnit Mila" he says frustrated and I flinch when he lifts his hands, but he grabs my face. 

"Do I fuck you every morning Mila?" he asks me, I nod as he juts my chin up to make me look in his eyes.

"And do I fuck you, as soon as I get home from work?" he asks. 

"yea" I answer. 

"And do I fuck you before we go to sleep?" he asks. I nod again. 

"And do I sometimes wake you in the middle of the fucking night, because I woke up with my cock hard and needing to be buried inside of you that fucking instant?"  he asks and I nod, my lips still trembling, and I fight the tears in my eyes. 

"I just.." I start and he shakes his head .

"Don't, don't ever fucking go there Mila...don't ever let your head go there...because it'll never fucking happen, never, you fucking hear me?" he says shaking my head slightly but then grips it and brings his face to mine, his nose brushing mine as I nod. 

"I would never fucking hurt you like that." he says and then the tears fall. 

"Jesus Mila" he says and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me with my head on his chest. 

"When I say all I think about it you Mila , I'm not fucking lying to you. I'm your fucking husband, and I'm yours, and even if you wanted to watch me fuck other women, the way I like to watch you fuck other guys....I wouldnt fucking do it...because I am fucking so..." I bite my tongue and growl as I grit my teeth, looking into her eyes as I lift her head again. 

"Tell me you believe me..that I'd never do that to you...that there's nobody else I fucking want..or even fucking look at ..the way I look at you." he says gritting his teeth. 

I nod. "I believe you." I croak  and his thumbs swipe my cheeks and he kisses my cheek. 

"Get dressed." he says. "But be quick about it, I have to leave in 20 minutes." he says and I nod and move to the closet quickly. 

As I dry off skimming the closet I think about everything he said out there, how can he say all that but not say three simple little words? If he just said those words, maybe my mind wouldnt go to the conclusion that he must be cheating on me if he breaks away from me on weekends. 

But I don't let my mind think about it right now as I rush to get ready.