EroticReverie

Vienna

My husband isn’t a bad man. He isn’t even a bad husband. Other than the fact I was sure he cheats with other women. But that was an unspoken rule I suppose, when you marry a man as wealthy as Vance Vacarelli. Women everywhere sacrifice their fairytale of a man obsessed with them enough to commit to monogamy, for security instead.  

I do love my husband. He’s given me anything I’ve ever wanted. He’s made me happy , as happy as a man like him could. I’ve laughed plenty in the past thirteen years, and I know that while he may be unfaithful , he still loves me. He adores me. But maybe I regret being one of those women that lets his wandering eye get a free pass just because he’s a good man in all other aspects. 

He’s never hit me. Never so much as raised his voice to me. Because I’d always been a good wife. I doted on him any chance I got, even though we had plenty of workers in the home to do that. I cooked him dinner and fixed his drinks, even though there was a chef here regularly and a butler around the clock. 

Marrying Vance had been a dream come true. I always thought of myself as independent growing up. So to have a husband that wasn’t around much , never bothered me. Eventually I started to crave his company more than I’d expected to. But I’d never hassled him about it, because I didn’t care to deal with the inevitable disappointment that would come with nagging him , if I had. Rich men, are busy men. 

I’ve spent thirteen years married to him, as the pretty, perfect wife he’d wanted for himself. On his arm at dinner parties and events. Charming his acquaintances and friends until they became mine too. He loved how my devotion made other men jealous and envious of him. He loved to show me off. He still does. 

While he may still love me, I fear it’s not the kind of love a little girl dreams of for herself. He loves how I look beside him. He loves that our lasting marriage and my obedient nature has other men asking “where can I get one like that?” 

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Bryce fucked me again in the kitchen. Then again on the couch. I showered directly after , but swear I can still feel the cum he filled me with , dripping out of me as I lay in bed in the dark. 

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I’m woken by the scent of my husband and his hand taking my hip and turning me into position. 

This happens often. A long day and night at the office, and he comes homes and stirs me from sleep to make me perform my wifely duties. 

His drag my silk night slip up and slides his hand behind me, between us and i let out a soft sigh as his cock pushes against my pussy. 

“Were you dreaming of me Princess?” He groans as he sinks into my wetness, his cock pushing through the arousal there , caused by the dream I’d been having. 

“Yes” I answer quietly. I lie. I’d been dreaming of Bryce. 

His thrusts are slow and deep , his groans come with each thrust as I squeeze myself around him, making sure I’m as tight as I can get for my husband. 

“How do you still feel like you did when you were sixteen?” He groans and thrusts into me. 

At least that was one thing me and husband had in common. He’d began fucking me when I was sixteen. Married me at seventeen. Then, I’d gone and fucked a sixteen year old , his son’s best friend. 

“You have the most incredible cunt , Vienna” my husband groans. 

“I love knowing I’m the only many that will ever feel you from the inside” he groans and thrusts a touch faster and I feel my body tense. 

“I’d do terrible things to any man who tried to take this from me.” He groans and I swallow. Nervousness spreading in.  It’s not like he’s never expressed that sentiment before. But my pulse skyrockets thinking it may not just be a coincidence.  God, did he know? Did he know I’d spent the afternoon fucking his son’s teenage friend? 

“Ride me princess” he groans and slides out of me and rolls onto his back as I shift and take my place ontop of him. 

His hands glide up my sides , dragging the silk.  The light in the end suite bathroom is on and the door slightly ajar casting us in a dim glow. 

I grab the silk slip nightgown and lift it up and toss it to the side as my husband smiles up at me.  

“You truly are the most gorgeous woman” he groans and I smile back at him and lift up and reach down and grab my husband cock and place myself upon it. 

I watch his head go back as I begin to ride him slowly. Fucking him the way I’ve done a thousand times. Just the way he likes me. Slow and soft, before building up into “his wild animal”. 

My pussy grips his cock , my body internally frustrated because it’s craving a thicker, slightly longer and much younger cock than the one it’s currently being fed. 

Vance lofts his head and watches as I begin to go faster. His eyes on my breasts. I wonder if he still loves them as much as he did when they were younger and bit perkier. 

“Bounce them harder for your husband , Vienna” he groans and I do as I’m told. My tits bouncing as I come down harder. Cries slipping from my mouth as I fill myself with cock to the hilt. 

His hands go to my hips, grabbing them as I sit on his dick and grind and push my hips into wide circles , swiveling with him inside me , making him groan as my breathing picks up. 

“Yes” I moan as his hand slides behind me and smacks my ass and I lean forward. My tits brushing his chest as I move and his hands grab my ass , he smacks me again on my ass and I moan. 

“Youre the perfect fucking wife” he groans. 

I moan as I sit back up and bounce myself on his cock. The sound of skin slapping , filling the room as he thrusts up into me. Making me go wild. I fuck him faster. Meeting his thrusts. He doesn’t fuck as hard or as fast as he used to. But he’s still capable of pleasing me. 

Guilt courses through me even as I try to justify what I’ve done. He cheats too. I know he does. He must. He wasn’t just filthy rich and powerful. He was also handsome. Even at fifty three , he’d aged so fucking well and he takes care of himself. So women had to throw themselves at him at work and whenever I wasn’t around. What man was good enough to deny easy women? Not very many. I know that much.  

I was waiting for the day a younger woman drew him in. Trading me in for her, like he’d done with Edith. And Edith hadn’t even been as old as I was now. Surely, the time would come where my beauty would fade just enough to warrant a replacement wife. Someone to be the pretty wife on his arm , when I grew too old for him. Or maybe he was having his cake and eating it too, so that was enough for him. Maybe he’d truly never tire of me, because I didn’t bother to spy or catch him in the act of straying from our marriage. 

“Princess” he groans as I whimper loudly and pant as I fuck him good and uninhibited. My cries of pleasure spilling through the room and probably past the walls. His son was on the other side of the manor. Along with Bryce. They wouldn’t hear me. 

“Yes Princess” he groans. The name he’s called me ever since I was sixteen and he first met me at a wedding reception , sitting down beside me as I sat alone at a table in a soft pink dress that had a probably much too inappropriate neckline for a sixteen year old girl.  His eyes on my breasts and the attention he gave me had me thrilled. 

After fifteen minutes of talking , he’d went and spoke to my father. Then I’d been told by my father exactly who Vance was. The wealthiest man in the state and in the top hundred richest men in the country.  I knew enough to know what was expected of me when my father told me Vance wanted to get to know me. 

By the next morning, I was no longer a virgin. 

And everyday for several months, Vance came to my father’s house, and to my bedroom and made love to me. 

My father encouraged the relationship. Essentially pumping his daughter out to another wealthy man. But I hadn’t needed the encouragement. I’d fallen in love with Vance, so easily. He was older, thirty nine, to my sixteen. But he was so handsome, so charming, and so sweet. I’d fallen in love with the way he looked at me and seemed to not be able to get enough of me. Sometimes spending the entire night making my bedroom smell of his cologne and our sex. 

“Cum inside of me Vance” I moan for him , sending him over the edge. 

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Ten minutes later , Vance snores lightly as I lay on my side of the bed , naked and aching between my legs for the orgasm that I’d never had. 

I slip out of bed, grabbing my slip and pulling it on and tip toe quietly to the door, taking my robe with me. The night slip is see through black silk. The robe is a black satin. Both only coming above the knee. 

I slide on my house slippers and make my way down to the kitchen quietly and make myself some chamomile tea to try to help me even think about sleep. 

I walk through the kitchen and open the back door to the enclosed patio and indoor pool area and decide I want to watch the stars through the glass roof. 

I stop in my tracks. As I see a form, sitting in my chair , leaned back, smoke billowing from his lips. The door snicks shut behind me. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t turn his head. I turn to leave. My hand on the door. 

“Come watch the stars with me Vienna.” He says and my heart riots in my chest. He remembers. Me telling him two years ago after making love to him right here in this room, that this is where I always come when I can’t sleep.

I say nothing. But my hand lowers. Leaving the door knob unturned. 

You need to go back inside. Back to bed. To your husband. I tell myself. Do not go to that boy Vienna. Don’t do it. 

My feet betray me as they pivot and I turn, walking around the pool to the side of the indoor patio and into the darkened corner where he sits. 

“Youre in my chair.” I say and his head turns, a small smile on his lips. 

“There’s room for two.” He says and pats his lap. 

“Bryce, we-“

“Just fucking sit with me Vienna. I don’t want you to listen to you break my heart. Come here.” He says and pats his lap again and I take a long slow breath. 

Was that what I was doing? Breaking his heart? Making him fall for me when we both knew well enough that nothing could come of it? 

I walk over and her spreads his legs and leans back slightly , allowing me step between his legs and sit on one of this thighs.  Thighs that were bigger and thicker than they were two years ago. 

I don’t look at him , but instead lift my head as I look at the stars. They always reminded me of how small and insignificant I was and How good my life has been even if it wasn’t perfect.  

His hand goes to my lower back. He brushes his hand along the satin. 

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He asks and I close my eyes and then open. But keep the on the stars. 

“You know why.” I say quietly with a sigh. 

“I do. But I want to hear you say it.” He says and I pivot slightly and face him and he lifts his hand and takes my mug and sets it down on the square table beside the chair. 

I look at him. I always thought Vance was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. Till I saw Bryce. Vance doesn’t compare. Nobody does. I’m currently looking at the most beautiful male I’ve ever seen. 

“Because of you.” I say quietly and his lips turn up with a small smile. 

“Do you need me to help you get to sleep Vienna? Do I need to fuck your husbands cum out of you and replace it with my own?” He asks and I suck in a breath. 

“Your mouth has become incredibly filthy.” I say and he hums. His hand dropping to my thigh. Skimming along the exposed skin and the hem of my robe. 

“Do you like it?” He asks and I nod once and he groans and his hand slips between my thighs. 

“If you asked me to, I’d get on my knees and fucking lick his cum from you Vienna. That’s how filthy I am when it comes to you. Because I can’t stand the thought of another man’s cum inside of the woman I love, not even her husbands.”