EroticReverie

Maksim Anton Petrov - One week later....

Audrey is still mad at me. She's trying not to be, but I know she is. No matter how much we talk, it won't change the fact that I can't just leave the Bratva. And of course, that's the one thing my wife wants most. It's the one thing I want most too. Because I'd do anything for her. Fucking anything. 

Aubrey is five weeks along in the pregnancy and we had our first doctors appointment the next morning after she told me she was pregnant. I took every fucking pamphlet in that office, and had a stack of twenty books sitting on my desk right now, and another one open in front me, as I read about what to expect, what Audrey is going to be feeling, the size of the baby at each stage. It's crazy that my child is only the size of a grain of rice right now. 

I look at the cameras on my computer screen. I should be working, but I havent done a single fucking thing all week, other than watch my wife on the cameras, or read these books. I watch Audrey, lavender ponytail swinging , wearing a pair of tight spandex work out leggings and a matching sports bra. I watch Harry follow her through the house on the cameras. She acts like she hates the fact I want someone with her at all times, but she adores Harry and Tony. 

I watch Harry go down to the basment, and I know exactly where shes going, to the underground shooting range, to blow off steam. Normally any man going anywhere alone with my fucking wife would have me jealous, and ready to cut his nuts off and feed them to him. I trust Harry. However, I get up anyways and make my way down stairs, because I AM fucking jealous. My wife is already fucking hot...her with a gun? I could cum just thinking about it. And I dont want Harry getting a private show. 

I walk in as she's setting up, placing the guns out on the table . Harry stands against the wall, hands crosses in front of him, just looking ahead. His head turns to me. He gives a nod. I give him one right back, my head tilting back, telling him silently to get the fuck out. 

Audrey looks over to me. She rolls her eyes as she sees Harry leaving and me walking in. 

"You are such a man." She says, the protective earphones hanging around her neck. Lavender, to match her hair, to match her. 

"You're seriously worried about HARRY?" She says with a laugh as she slides the cartridge into the chamber of one of the guns. 

I say nothing as I walk over to her and she places the gun on the table and turns to me, and I just look down at her. 

"I  AM a man...your fucking man. So yes. I'm worried about even the men I trust most around my fucking wife." I say and she licks her lips, looking up at me with her hazel eyes. 

"It's Harry, don't be ridiculous Maksim" she says and grab her chin and lift it. 

"Don't act like you don't love the way I obsess over you. It's why you married me." I say. 

"Hmm." She smirks. "Might be one of the reasons." 

"yeah? What's the first reason?" I ask her.

"Tvoy bol'shoy russkiy chlen." she says, tipping her chin up higher, and my nostirls flare. Her accent is a bit off, but my wife just told me she married me for my big Russian dick. 

I growl as I lean down, taking her by her jaw with my hand, and pressing a hard kiss to her smart fucking mouth. 

"That's your number one reason hmmm, my dick?" I ask. She nods.

"yeah Maksim." she says, and I already know within two minutes , her pants are going to be off and mine are going to be around my ankles as I bang my fucking wife againts the fucking wall. 

"just like you married me for my tight American cunt" she says and I growl and grab her face and turn my head and angle my fucking mouth over hers as I sweep my tongue into her mouth hungrily and she grabs my jacket to my suit and clutches it as she pushes up on her tip toes. 

"Ty — vechnaya zanoza v etom bol'shom russkom chlene." I groan into her mouth and she moans, panting, her tongue licking back and her teeth biting my lip. 

"tell me what that means" she moans already pushing off my suit jacket.

"It means...You are an eternal thorn in this big Russian dick....meaning you're a pain in my fucking dick Lavender..."

She giggles and bites her lip. "good" she grabs my shirt and rips it open, and buttons pop and scatter and she moans hands running over my chest, she dips down slightly, and her tongue begins dragging up over the top of my abdomen, up between my pecs.

"I cant believe you're my fucking husband Maksim" she moans and I groan, because I always have the same fucking feeling. That I can't believe she's my fucking wife. 

"I'm more than you're fucking husband" I say as I grab her ponytail and pull it gently , making her neck arch back and her face look right up at me. 

"and the father of the baby inside of me" she moans and I groan, pulling her hair more as her hands push my shirt off and she pulls the bottom out of my pants. I drop my hand from her hair to let her push the shirt off my arms. 

I grab the head phones from around her neck and drop them on the table and then slide my fingers under her sports bra. 

"and im going to be the father of several more Audrey" I tell her and she moans as I bring the sports bra up, and spin her while its still around her elbows, I grab the fabric and twist it, making her arms come together, holding the sports bra as s her hands go over my one shoulder and her back is against my chest and I smack my hand down over her breast. 

"shit" she hisses as she jumps, panting. I smack the other, harder. 

"ah, fuck" she whines, squirming, barely fighting the way I've got her bound at her elbows. 

"Milaya zhenushka. S tvoimi milymi malen'kimi sis'kami" I groan as I grab her breast. 

"Dear little wife....with your cute little tits" I translate for her and she moans as I pinch her nipple. 

"Dumayesh', Garri ne khotel by na eto posmotret'? Kazhdyy muzhchina khochet uvidet' eti Lavandy. Tak chto da, ya grebanyy muzhik, kogda delo kasayetsya moyey prekrasnoy malen'koy zheny, s yeye prekrasnymi sis'kami i prekrasnymi volosami, i yeye prekrasnoy malen'koy pizdoy. Potomu chto ty prinadlezhish' mne." I groan as I pinch her nipple hard, pulling it as she moans to each fucking word I whisper to her through my teeth and then slap her breast again as she cries out. 

"You think Harry wouldnt love to get his eyes on these?...... Every man wants to see these Lavender...... So yes, I am a fucking man when it comes to my beautiful little wife, ......with her beautiful tits ......and her beautiful hair, .....and her beautiful little cunt. Because, you , belong, to me. " I translate as smack her breasts between each sentence, feeling her dance on her fucking tip toes as her body jerks and writhes with each smack. 

 "Are you wet enough yet for me to slam the reason you married me into you little American cunt, Lavender?" I ask her. 

"fuck" she whimpers and nods. "yes, yes" she answers and I groan. 

"You're always fucking ready...because you're a good little wife arent you Lavender?" I groan as slides my hand over her pinkened tits and she nods. 

"God Maksim, fuck me" she pants and I smile to myself as I groan and then untwist the fabric from the sports bra, pulling it off her arms and her arms fall down and she immediately pushes down her leggings, and I unwork my belt. I take in her ass as she bends over, pulling off those legging , taking her panties right with them. 

"Hands on the fucking table Mrs. Petrov."  I groan as I drop my pants, kicking off my fucking shoes and my pants and boxer briefs. She moans  and smacks her pretty little hands to the table. 

Her purple ponytail  running down her back as she sticks out her ass and spreads her feet apart. 

"fuck your wife Maksim" she whimpers. Her head turning, her pretty fucking ponytail sliding over her back and falling over the side as she looks back at me. God, it hurts to fucking look at her. It's like cuteness aggression, where something is so cute, you just want to squeeze the fuck out of it.  Instead, it's hot fucking wife aggression. She's so fucking pretty that I want to ruin her every fucking time I look at her. I want to pound the fucking shit out of her everytime she so much as fucking breathes. 

"Come here" I growl, grabbing her hips, yanking her back a few inches and she moans , leaning over further , and I grab my cock and push the head to her cunt and groan, feeling how wet she is, as always.

"Spread it open." I growl. 

She moans, taking one hand, reaching behind her, looking over the same shoulder at me, as she pulls her ass, and I cant stop looking at her pretty fucking face, my eyes going from seeing the tip of my dick playing with her tight cunt, teasing her with the tip, just to watch it glisten with her arousal. Then back to her face. 

"God, dont fucking look at me like that" I growl as her face becomes so fucking desperate and needy, filled with all of my favorite things. Her love, her adoration, her own obsession with me, her need to be fucked by me. 

"Then give me what I want" she moans and bites her lip. "Give it to me Maksim"