The Bad Wife: At Home

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Steam billowed as Laura pulled back the shower curtain. Ian flashed a smile and moved to one side allowing her to slide past him and under the warm cascade. She returned his smile and stretched her arms above her head.

Ian didn’t need any further encouragement. He began to soap her body with a thoroughness that spoke more of desire than hygiene. His intention was to get dirty, not clean. She turned, presenting her back and he repeated the process but quickly moved in close to wrap his arms around her, reaching for her breasts and pressing his rejuvenated erection into the crack of her buttocks.

Before he could take things further, Laura deftly spun around and sank to her knees. She placed her hands on his thighs and ran her tongue up his length. Her mouth filled with warm water, which she teasingly dribbled over the head of his straining manhood. She looked up at him, doe eyed.

“Until we’re sure I’m pregnant, I really want to carry on trying. You know that right?” She reared up and swallowed him all the way down, until her forehead bumped hard against his belly.

The idea of Laura demanding constant s*x to increase their chances of conception made his head swim. Ian grinned and reached out to steady himself using the wall. He turned the shower head slightly to one side, to reduce the risk of Laura drowning.

She relinquished him and did more doe eyes. “You haven’t changed your mind have you? About what we agreed before the holiday? Making a baby and everything? It’s important that we’re both properly committed to this. It’s a major life change.”

“No, no,” Ian managed. “I agree.” Somewhere in his barely functioning brain, he sensed danger. He couldn’t work out why though.

She slid his c**k easily down her throat again, stroking under his balls with the palm of her hand. Ian moaned, but Laura didn’t back off straight away this time. Instead she reached her hand further, between the cheeks of his ass and pressed two fingers firmly on his soft opening.

When Laura sat back, she looked up at Ian, her face serious. “Thank you sweetheart. How about a little reward? Do you want to come in my mouth?” she asked quietly, pushing her roving digits fully into his receptive rectum.

Now Ian knew he was in trouble, but still he couldn’t fathom why, and most of him didn’t care. “God yes!” he croaked.

She hooked her fingers inside his pliant hole, pulling him forward and swallowed him a third time. Then she used her other hand on his thigh to push him away, and took a deep breath before plunging down again. In this manner she pushed and pulled him into her throat, controlling and building up the speed and extent of the face f*****g she was now providing.

She continued in this manner, faster and faster until Ian uttered a strangled, “Oh God,” and Laura released him.

Gasping and panting she rocked back on her heels, mouth open, tongue out, grinning madly. Ian looked down in surprise. Laura nodded and took his hand, guiding it to his raging hard-on. That was all the invitation he required. His fist pumped and within seconds he was flailing gobs of c*m in every direction.

As the last droplets spattered, Laura leant back into the jets of the shower and caught a hot stream on her face and tongue. She smiled at Ian and gargled briefly before gulping down her mouthful. Finally, she rinsed the last of his wayward emissions from her hair, upper arms and chest.

“Well, that’s that sorted then,” she said, with a strange smug finality.

Ian was unsure of her meaning, but before he could react, Laura had shut off the water, hopped out of the shower and tossed him a towel.

“Get dressed and show Janine the house and where everything is kept. Ask her to help you make up the spare bed. We can decide later who gets to use it.” She flashed him a grin and turned to the mirror to check out her tan.