EroticReverie

Jackson James

I fucked her mercilessly , cumming quickly to ensure that she didn’t get off.  The ordered her to bring her bags back up stairs. When she came back down it was in a long sleeved shirt lace dress.  That she’s worn before , but that time it was over a thin white slip dress. Now,

There’s nothing underneath. No panties. No bra. Just my wife’s gorgeous body under a tight thin white lace. Everything visible beneath behind the lace patterns. The same white heels on as she walks over to me where I stand in the kitchen. 

“I’ll do it” she says softly, using her sweet little submissive voice. She’d be like this for a few days now before she decided she needed to find something to argue about. Wearing things she knew I liked, doing everything she could to please me. 

“I’ve got it” I say as I stir the food in the pan. 

“Let me do it.” She says and places her hand on my forearm. Sliding her fingers down over my hand and taking the wooden spoon. Her eyes lifting to mine with a soft smile. 

I let her take over and slip behind her. My hands running up and down the lace dress as I caress her sides , dipping my head down. Kissing her shoulder through the lace and over to her neck and up to her ear as she stirs the pan. 

“How long do I get this version of my wife for this time?” I ask softly, gently teasing her. 

“Guess we’ll see” she says with a small smile and turns her head to me. I lift my one hand under her chin. Tilting her head back gently. 

“I’d never do anything to hurt you. Theres nobody for me but you Peyton.”

“I can’t help it” she pouts slightly with a whimper. 

“You’re perfect, you’re difficult but I wouldn’t have you any other way. You never have to worry about me cheating , never have to worry about other women.”

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t crazy?“ she asks and I smile softly. 

“Yes.” I answer and kiss her again and she put the spoon down and turns. 

“But you like me crazy” she says and looks up at me. 

“I find it hot , yes.” I admit. 

She chews her lips 

“Some would say you’re as crazy as I am for putting up with me.” She says. 

“And some can fuck right off, cause I want to spend the rest of my life “putting up with you”.  Cause I love “putting up with you” , I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t” I say and she nods and kisses me. 

“And if I was always …like this…not crazy….would you still want me like you do?” 

“I already told you, yes”

“But would I still turn you on?” She asks and I groan. 

“Peyton. Crazy or not, you’re my wife…and THAT is what makes me the hardest. Being able to say that you’re my wife” 

“But that’s only because-“

“Don’t.” I shake my head. “Don’t let yourself go there Peyton.” 

“Do you only get crazy and argue with me because you think that’s the only reason I’m utterly fucking in love with you?” I ask and she takes a sharp breath. 

“No.” She shakes her head. “I get crazy because I know I’ve won the jackpot of husbands. And I don’t want some grimy little snake trying to ruin my life by fucking my husband” she says and I smile. Seeing her get herself all worked up. 

“Careful. The crazy is coming out” I say and she glares at me. 

“It’s not funny. I know how women are. I know how some of them don’t care if a man is married or taken. They take one look at men like you and want what I have” she says as her lips tighten. 

“Exactly. YOU have me Peyton. and there’s nothing any other woman can do or say to change that. “ I say. 

“What about when I get older? What if I can compete no matter how much plastic surgery I get and-“

“Fuck. No.” I shake my head.

“Stop right there.” I say and grab her jaw and look her right in her eyes and she stops talking to listen to me. 

“First of all, there’s no competition.  I’m your husband. You’re my wife. You’re not competing with anyone Peyton. You don’t fuckin need to. I love you. I love everything about you. There’s nobody that could even come close to you. There’s nobody in this fucking world that could make me even think about fucking this up. I want you, every fucking second of the day. You’re all I fucking think about. I don’t care how many pretty women fucking look my way, or try to catch my attention, because my attention is always on you. Has been since the day we met.”

She sucks in a breath and bites her lip. 

“Second , if you ever, fuckin ever , try to change a god damn thing about you with surgery, I’ll be …I’ll be so fucking pissed.” I clench my jaw.

“But I’ll get old, there will be prettier, younger girls and-“

“Peyton. No.” I shake my head. “There won’t be. Cause like I’ve said, there’s no other women. There’s nobody but you. There’s only ever going to be you. Now. Tomorrow and fifty years from now. You’re gonna grow old with me Peyton. You think I thought you were some kind of immortal little devil that was never gonna age when I married you?” I ask and she gives a little laugh. 

“Well, no” she shakes her head gently 

“Fuck” I groan. 

“What?” She pinches her brows. 

“You wanna know what the thought of you getting old with me does to me Peyton? Put your fucking hand on my dick.” I say and she looks down and takes a breath and bites her lip. 

I grab her hand and place it on my cock through my pants. 

“It’s only ever gonna be you , for me” I say and press her hand harder over my cock and her hand grabs my dick. 

“Youre so hard” she breathes softly. 

“Yeah, cause I’m thinking about the fact I get to spend the rest of my life being your husband”

She lifts her eyes. 

“You better not trade me in for a pretty young girl Jackson” she says and I groan. 

“You have my fucking word little devil. There’s nobody prettier than you. Not now. Not ever.” I say as she strokes me through my pants. 

“Promise me you won’t get plastic surgery” I say. “Ever”

“What if I’m old and want a breast lift?” She asks and I shake my head. 

“Why would you rob me of seeing my wife age with me?” I ask and she pauses her hand. 

“But what if I want to do it for me?” She asks and I shake my head. 

“No.” I answer her. “You’re not touching a single fucking thing on this fucking body.”

“So when they start to sag more than they already do?” She asks. 

“Your tits don’t fucking sag Peyton, Jesus”

I growl. 

“They do” she shrugs. 

“No. They hang the way they’re fucking supposed to. They’re big and they’re fucking beautiful , and they sit so fucking pretty on you” I groan. 

“But they won’t forever” she keeps arguing and I growl. 

“Peyton , god damnit, you’re not touching your fucking tits” I grab her jaw hard and mine clenches. 

“I want them. As is. You aren’t allowed to fucking alter them for fucking vanity.” I growl and she moans. 

“But I want to keep them nice for you” she breathes. Rubbing my dick faster. 

Okay. That little comment , did turn me the fuck on. But only because I loved her need to please. Because we both had the same urge to please one another. 

“They’re gonna always be nice.”

“I want them to always sit pretty for you Jackson” she leans in and up , slipping onto the tips of her shoes and pressing her tits against me. 

“They will. However they sit. Will drive me fucking crazy, I assure you, you’re not touching them Peyton” 

“If I ever catch you looking at another woman’s perkier tits, I’ll do it” she says and I groan. 

“Touch them and I’ll fucking go mad” I growl and grab her ass and flip the stove off and lift her up. Her legs going around me and I turn and bring her to kitchen island and sit her ontop of it. 

“These” I say grabbing one and my other hand going to her throat. “Dont get fucked with. Ever”

“These are mine.” I say and pinch her nipple hard and she moans and leans back on her hands. 

“But I-“

I slap her breast hard and she squeaks. 

“Shut the fuck up. Discussion is over and don’t you ever fucking bring it up again.” I growl and grab her tits in both of my hand and lean my face down and bite her nipple through the lace. 

“Don’t you ever fucking threaten me with telling me you’re going to mess with these perfect fuckin tits” I snarl and bite her nipple harder and she lets out a cry. 

“Do you fucking understand me?” I growl. Slapping her breast again and grab her throat and bring my face back to hers. My mouth hovering over her panting mouth as she nods. 

“I don’t care if they down to your fucking belly button Peyton, I want them exactly how the fuck they’re supposed to be. You don’t fucking touch them. You hear me?” I breathe over her mouth and she nods. 

“Yeah” she breathes. “I hear you”

“Good” I growl and kiss her hard and she moans and wraps her legs back around me and throws her arms around my neck as I reach down and undo my pants once again. 

“Youre gonna empty these fucking balls tonight, aren’t you ?” I groan. 

“Uh huh” she moans as her hands grab my cock. Stroking it and spreading her legs. 

“Youre gonna argue with me all night just because you can, aren’t you little devil?”

“Yes” she whimpers and I groan. 

“Cause you love getting fucked when I’m angry”

“Yes” she breathes as I slide into her and her arms wrap back around me and she moans as her head goes back. My cock sliding deep up into her. 

“Show me these fucking tits” I growl. Grabbing the lace at her chest with both hands. Pulling hard, the fabric ripping across her chest and she gasps and leans back again as I grab her hips and fuck her harder making them bounce through the large hole, I’ve ripped in her dress. 

“You’re always gonna have the best fucking tits” I groan as they bounce on her chest with each thrust. 

“Because they’re my wife’s fucking tits” I groan. 

“Fuck, i love being your husband” I groan. 

“Fuck” she cries. 

“Don’t you fucking cum” I growl. 

“I’m gonna” She cries. 

“No” I snarl as I keep drilling into her. 

“Yes, yes” she cries as her hips buck and she pants. “I’m gonna cum so hard Jackson” 

“Your wife is gonna cum so fucking hard on your dick” she cries. 

“Fuck” I groan and keep going, thrusting. 

“Little devil” I groan. “Fuck” i grunt as her cunt pulses and she cries out as she orgasms. 

“Fuck!” She screams as she cums and her legs shake and I groan loudly as I follow after her. Cumming hard inside of her as her muscles work my cock and steal the last of my will to hold my cum back. 

“Take my fucking cum Peyton” I groan. “Fucking take it , fuck!”