EroticReverie

Jax Jensen 

Jolicia stays by my side all night. Another event. Another rubbing elbows with other rich men and women who I couldn’t give two fucks about if I tried. But it was more than money that made someone powerful.  The right connections. A high social standing. So I suffered the social parts out of necessity. There were very few people that I genuinely liked. 

Jolicia was the same way. She was also good at pretending her way through it, when we’d bothered rather be alone with each other. I never got sick or tired of her. Not once. Not even a little bit. And to my luck, she never tired of me. 

I was well aware that Jolicia liked my money. Who wouldn’t? She wasn’t shy about spending my money or being a kept woman that stayed at home waiting on her husband to get home. I was well aware of what people thought. Seeing her as a gold digger, a young woman using a man for his wealth. But gold diggers came in all fucking ages. It was only the younger ones that people questioned. Does she even really love him? She’s using him.  The fact of the matter is, fuck what anyone else thinks. I know Jolicia loves me. For not only the security I provide her and the way I spoil her. But I adore her. More than anyone or anything in the world. She’s fun, she’s funny. She’s sweet and thoughtful and kind. She’s a little crazy too, and I love it. Because she’s crazy, about me. 

When I look from the man boring the circle of people with some story of a hunting trip, I look to my wife and her head turns slightly and our eyes meet and my heart beats a little harder , like it always does when she looks at me. Like I’m her entire world, like she’d do anything for me. Because the feeling is entirely reciprocated on my end. She’s my everything and I’d do anything for her. 

“Excuse us” I say politely and place my hand at the small of her back , the long black gown she’s wearing hits the floor , entirely backless with a plunging neckline that shows off her entire center of her chest. The thin fabric panels draping over the best set of tits in every room she walks into. 

I guide her along. Politely nodding and avoiding additional conversation as I take her through the back and outside. She smiles as I take her hand and hold it as I lead her down the massive stone stair case of someone else’s home. 

I smile as she bends over and slips off her heels and hands them to me to carry. I gladly take them for her. She smiles at me. She loves the way I’m a slave to her. Carrying her shoes, her purse, bags, offloading anything at all to me because she knows I get off on not letting her lift a single finger. 

“Pretty little Panther” I smirk and she smirks right back and we walk through the large grounds , away from the bustle of the mindless chatter and sounds of the party. 

We walk in between the hedges of a circular garden. At our level you can’t see over into the next path between the little maze of hedges. But I know from the view of back of the house where guests mingle in the fresh air, they would be able to see us as I lead her to center of the gardens and to the fountains. 

I sit down and set down her shoes as she walks to the large fountain with a large statue of a naked woman. Spouts of water coming from the perimeter of the fountain and splashing into the center. 

I smile as I listen to her take a deep breath of the night air. And watch her grab her dress and lift and she steps up onto the stone of the fountain and begins to walk around it. Reaching the tip of her toe out here and there to disrupt the shooting streams of water. 

“Careful” I tell her and she tosses me a smile and keeps doing it as she makes her way around. 

She’s precious. She’s mine. My wife. My beautiful, crazy, young, gorgeous, wife. 

I stand up and walk over to her she comes around a second time and she stops. Standing up above me she drops her dress and I smile up at her as she places her hands on my

Shoulders and I lift mine to the sides of her legs. Running my hands along her outer thighs up and down. 

“Hello beautiful” I say and she smiles. 

“Hi” she says softly and then her hands slide towards my neck and her fingertips play with neckline of my hair. 

“I like this fountain” she says. 

“I’ll buy you ten of them.” I say and she smiles. 

“Just ten?” She teases and my hands slip up and hold her hips and I step closer. 

“As many as you want , love” I say. 

“That’s better” she smiles and then her hands slide to my face. 

“Kiss me” she says and I smile. 

“Then get down here” I say and she grins and bites her lip with a shake of her head. 

“No, I mean, kiss me” she says and her one hand drops them the other and I groan as she fists the dress in her hands and slides it up. 

“People can see us” I tell her. 

“Just a little kiss” she pouts. “Please?” She asks and my hands are already diving under the hem and letting it rest on the backs of my hands and wrists as I slide my hands up my wife’s smooth legs and then looks at her as I lower myself. 

“Come here, love” I say as I push her dress up to her waist and press a kiss to her pelvis and she moans and takes the dress in one hand, the other sliding fingers through my hair as she impatiently presses down on my head. I smile and slide one finger to her pussy and inside of her as I let my tongue lick between her lips and against her clit. She exhales and moans softly. 

“I love being your wife” she sighs contentedly and moans as I pump a second finger inside of her and she moans a little louder as my tongue keeps lapping at her clit. 

“And I love being your husband, I love having such a delicious wife” I groan and she moans as my fingers soak in her pussy and I curl them as I pump against her g spot and her legs tremble. 

“Perfect, my perfect little panther” I groan. Because that’s exactly what she was. My little panther with claws ready to strike any woman that threatened her, and I loved that she considered every woman a threat. That she hated my attention on any other female. But she’s had my full attention since I first saw her. 

“I need you” she moans.

“Let’s go home” I groan and kiss her clit and suck it softly and she moans. 

“Now, I need you now” she whines and I groan and help her off the stone barrier of the fountain.

She kisses me as she paws at my pants and I let her. Let her inappropriately undo my pants as a guest at someone else’s event. But I can’t say no to her. I’d let her have whatever she wants wherever she wants. And I always love her affinity for public displays of affection, public sex anytime the mood strikes her. 

I groan as I sit down and she hikes her dress with a wicked smile and straddles my lap.  My hands slide onto her thighs. Up under the dress and she reaches down and guides my hard dick into her and then sinks down. Her mouth on mine to catch the groan that escapes me as her perfect warm cunt takes me inside. 

“I’ll never get over how fucking good it feels to fill you” I groan and she moans as she rocks in my lap with my cock inside her. 

“I love making love to you” she whispers. “I’ll never get enough of you” she moans and kisses me and lifts up and then back down as she holds my face. Her forehead to mine as she rides me slowly. I’ve forgotten to care about anyone possibly seeing us. 

“I’d kill for you” she breathes. 

“Die for you” she pants. 

“I’d do anything for you” she moans and kisses me harder and rides me faster and I groan loudly as she bites my lip. 

“I can’t live without you” she pants and I groan even louder. Because she knows her devotion and her possessiveness of me is one of my many favorite things about her. The fact she was as madly in love with me as I was with her. 

I’ve spared quite a few women their lives, I’m sure. Because I don’t tell Jolicia how women throw themselves at me when she’s not around. She already knows. But for their sake I don’t ever tell her about it. I only had eyes for her. My cock only wanted her. My heart. My head. My soul. All of it, hers. 

Acquaintances always thought I was crazy for not having a mistress or some side piece to sink my dick into. Had they seen my fucking wife? If they knew what it was like to be loved by my wife, if they knew how it felt to have their cock bare inside her perfect cunt, they’d probably better understand my loyalty to her.  If they knew how crazy she was, they’d know that even if I wanted to stray from my wife, it would leave dead women left and right. Because Jolicia wasn’t going to share. And neither was I.  I knew other men were still hoping for me to swap wives. Or sell Jolicia to them for a night. The wealthy men I knew were lent the good kind. So they wouldn’t think twice of selling their own wives. Some of them have even sold their daughters. And maybe I’ve even bought a few in the past for a good time , but those days were over. 

“We’re so good together” she pants. 

“We’re so good together” she repeats with a whine. 

“Perfect together , love, we’re perfect” I breathe hard as my wife rides me. 

“I need your cum inside me Jax” she moans. “Cum in me, please” 

I groan and loved how a lot of the time , she didn’t even care if she got off. She simply wanted to get me off inside of her. Needed to feel my claim on her flooding her pussy. 

“Oh love” I groan as she whimpers for it. That needy little desperate possessive whine of my wife needing my cum. 

“Take it , love” I groan. “Take my cum from me baby, it’s yours.” I grunt as her pussy clenches and she kisses me , moaning as I groan , cumming inside of her. Filling her for the third time today. 

“If you ever cheat on me, I’ll fucking kill her” she moans in my neck as she kisses it as I pant. 

“Who do you think I’m going to cheat with?” I laugh as I groan because apparently , someone in there rubbed her the wrong way. 

“Dunno, I’m just letting you fucking know, nobody gets to have you but me, if they even try, they’ll suffer for days before I slit their fucking throat” she kisses my neck softly. Her kiss sweet and her words vicious. I groan. 

“Your viciousness is fucking intoxicating” I exhale and she hums. 

“Nobody is getting their throat cut little panther, because there’s nobody I want other than you, you fucking crazy little thing” I kiss her cheek and she looks at me. 

I smile at her as she looks at me. That fierce love in her eyes. 

“Take me home now. So I can take care of my husband” she says and I huff a short laugh. 

“You just did.” I say and she hums. 

“Well, I want to do it again. And you’re not gonna argue. Take me home now ,please” she says and I smile. 

“Of course , love. Whatever you say.” I answer