His Wife

by Ashley Hastings

He sucked and licked his way down my stomach, spending a little extra time on my navel. Then he leaned back.

  "Take off your panties."

  It was easier this time, to do as he asked. I slipped the panties down past my hips, wiggling a little, liking how his eyes darkened as he watched my movements. I stepped out from my panties and waited to see what would happen next. I was breathing faster, and my breaths were shallow. I was almost panting in my eagerness.

  He pulled me in close again and cupped between my legs. The sight of his firm, masculine hand holding me there made me moan aloud.

  "This is your pussy." He squeezed, and I moaned again.

  "Tell me what this is, Darby."

  He flexed those devilish fingers of his. I knew he could feel how wet I was.

  "This is my pussy." My voice grew stronger, even saying the unfamiliar word. "Well, actually, this is YOUR pussy."

  His head lifted in surprise at my words, and he looked right into my eyes. "Yes, that's right. This is my pussy. Those are my tits. Every delicious inch of you is mine."

  He helped me on to the bed and leaned against the headboard. He settled my back against his front. He was still fully clothed, and I was warm and naked in his arms. What a blissful place to be.

  Nathan went back to stroking my pussy with one hand. With the other, he plucked at my nipples. I arched and wiggled, wanting more from him.

  "What do you need, baby? Do you want me to finger you?"

  I moaned, out of control. That was exactly what I needed.

  "Just tell me. Say the words, sweet girl, and you shall have it." I could hear the love in his words.

  "I want you to finger me." I was breathless in anticipation.

  Before I had even finished my sentence, three of his fingers pushed inside all at once. He began fucking me roughly with them, and I rocked my hips against the pressure. The hand at my breast dropped down to my clit and rubbed insistently. I was dizzy with desire.

  "Play with your tits, angel."

  I didn't hesitate, roughly handling myself the way he liked to do. I plucked each nipple in turn and he watched my every move. He made another pleased noise, and his fingers continued their fantastic torment.

  "You are such a good, good girl. Such a good whore, too." He laughed low in his throat. "Buck those beautiful hips, whore, and get what you need. Go on. Take it. Take it what you need from me. Take it."

  I rocked my hips against his hand even harder. I came with tremendous force, crying out to the ceiling. God, I loved the way he talked to me in bed.

  "I'm not done with you." He continued to fuck me with his fingers. I was dripping all over his hand, but I was beyond any embarrassment. He took hold of my hair and pulled my head back. "I want to call all my friends in, to watch you like this. To help me fuck you, like this. Would you like that? Do you want me to share you, Darby, to pass you around?"

  My heart raced in fear and arousal. I didn't want to be shared, and I was sure he knew it, but the picture he painted made me moan again, made me want another one of those exquisite orgasms he liked to give me. I didn't think he wanted to share me, either, but he did want me to know he had total control over our sex life. That was important to him.

  "If I asked you to spread your legs for my friends, for my clients, would you do it?" His eyes were watching me, studying my every expression.

  "Yes. I'll do whatever you tell me to do." But I dropped my eyes again, and my voice wasn’t convincing.

  Despite my hesitation, we both knew it was 100% true. Being shared wasn't my kink, but that didn't matter. My kink was whatever turned Nathan on.

  Pleased, he stood up abruptly, grabbed my hips and jerked me down the bed on my back. He tied each of my ankles to the massive four-poster bed, and then he secured my wrists. Spread open for him, I waited for him to take his pleasure in my body, knowing that would give me even more pleasure in return.

  "I won't share you, angel. I want you for my own." His deep voice roughened with his desire. “I know you don’t want to be shared, but I love how you want to obey.”

  He started undressing, taking his time.

  "I think it's time you stopped taking the pill."

  I hesitated, thinking it over. Oddly enough, my first objection to the idea of getting pregnant was that our child would have two bitches for grandmothers.

  “I don’t know. I think we need to discuss it some more first.”

  "We can talk about it later."

  He rummaged in the bedside table, taking out a small, black velvet pouch I had never seen before. He turned slightly, so his big body blocked my view of the contents of the little bag.

  He knelt on the bed between my legs. I could hear him uncap a bottle, and then a squirting sound. I strained to see, but I couldn't tell what he was doing.

  Suddenly I heard a buzzing and felt vibrations against my clit. I jerked against my bonds, and Nathan laughed. He ran the lubed vibrator all over my pussy for several minutes, until I was a bucking, out of control mess again.

  Nathan used one hand to open my bottom cheeks. "Your ass is stunning, sweetheart. I've wanted to fuck it for weeks now."

  Before I could even feel fear from his words, the vibrator pushed against my other hole, the one that I thought should be all about function, not pleasure. Nathan watched me in his intense way as he continued to work the vibrator into my tiniest hole. One hand held my hips down, so I was forced to absorb all the sensations at once. He fucked me over and over in my ass with the vibrator until I was making animalistic noises, unable to control myself.

  “Please! Please, fuck me.” I continued begging. I needed relief.

  I heard the sharp sound of a zipper.

  Nathan thrust his large cock into my pussy while continuing to hold the vibrator in place. He left the toy firmly seated in my ass, and then pushed his weight off me slightly. The sensations washed over me like a tidal wave.

  Nose to nose, he murmured, "I love you, Darby."

  He started thrusting, varying the angle, the speed, the depth of each push. The vibrator continued buzzing, and I was full and felt complete. He was grunting and moaning, and I came again. My pussy was making wet sounds now, and he didn't even slow down.

  Nathan’s eyes were as savage as his thrusts, his moans getting louder and louder. Finally, he spent inside me, and I came one last time, squeezing his cock firmly with my pussy. He bit my shoulder, hard.

  "Fuck, that was so good." We stayed joined together for a long time after, trying to catch our breath.

  WE CURLED TOGETHER in the big bed, my head on his bare chest, and his fingers tracing his teeth marks on my shoulder.

  "I want you to have more fun, baby. Someone your age should be going to parties, and laughing with friends, not wandering around a dusty old house all day, while this old man works for hours."

  So we were back on this, were we?

  "Oh, please, I entertain myself very well here during the day, and at night you certainly know how to entertain a girl." I giggled and squeezed his bicep. "I have been thinking about a couple of things, however." I paused, not sure how to make my next request.

  "What do you need?" He slipped a finger under my chin and lifted my face to his.

  "I would like to set up a place to paint." I rushed my words so he wouldn't think I was asking about changing the garden house again. "Just a corner of a room somewhere would do. Just somewhere that gets a lot of morning light."

  Nathan smiled at me. "Pick out a spot, and make me a list of what supplies you need. We will get it done."

  "Also, Nate, I was thinking about learning to ride horses. Maxwell told me you have horses out back, and there might be one gentle enough for me to learn on."

  My eyes sparkled at the thought, and Nathan kissed me with a lingering sweetness that warmed me to my toes.

  "Of course. Whatever you want. I'll teach you myself. We will have to get up early to avoid the heat, at least for another month or two longer, but it should be a lot of fun. I haven't ridden in a
long while myself, and I've really missed it."

  He rolled over until I was underneath him again, one of my favorite places to be.

  "Now let's see if this old man can entertain you one more time tonight."

  Sixteen

  I woke up the next morning feeling optimistic and happy. Nathan and I enjoyed our usual morning breakfast ritual, and then he took me out to the pasture to meet all of the horses. I fed each one an apple and some peppermint candy, and they all nuzzled my hands and made me laugh with their greediness. Nathan’s horse was of particular interest to me. Solid black and tall in stature, he was as imposing and impressive as his owner.

  Nathan promised to start my riding lessons over the weekend, and we walked back to the house together holding hands and talking quietly. I chose a path that allowed us to avoid the garden house because I didn't want to spoil our peaceful mood. We parted with a kiss in the doorway to the library, and I headed up to the room to finish a book I had been reading.

  Nathan came in the room fifteen minutes later, surprising me. I hadn’t made much progress on my book because I was distracted by thoughts of last night’s lovemaking. I closed my book and looked at him in question. Maybe he wanted to make love again, and this was the reason for his visit?

  "Sorry, love. I just learned a client needs to meet with me in Atlanta this morning."

  He walked over to the closet and pulled out a dark suit as he was speaking.

  Damn. So much for my sexy thoughts.

  "Oh, no. You have to leave town?" I frowned at the thought of my husband being away. I wasn't the kind of girl who was afraid to be alone, but I would miss him. It would be much easier to take if that didn't mean I had to spend time with Mother without a buffer.

  "Don't worry. It's just for the day. I'll fly out now, and be back by bedtime." He changed his clothes in a hurry.

  Nathan dropped a kiss on my forehead, and I hugged him goodbye. Sadness overtook me as I watched him leave the room. I shook it off because it was silly. He would only be gone a few hours, and I usually left him alone while he was working, anyway. Basically, we would miss having lunch and dinner together, and nothing else. There was no reason for me to be upset.

  I resolved to eat in my room at lunch to avoid Mother, and I might do the same at dinner, as well. I didn't care if that would make it evident that I was trying to avoid her. I was done trying to be polite to her.

  After Nathan left, I read for a while, and then decided to go to the rose garden and cut a bouquet for my bedside table. I remembered the dried flowers in the garden house, and I was struck by the idea that I was mirroring tasks Savannah had done before she died. Had she sat and read in the mornings after Nathan left for work, reminiscing about the previous night's incredible sex?

  As I was crossing the antique brick pavers of the courtyard, I was surprised to see a stranger sitting on a long stone bench underneath a rose arbor. I stopped in my tracks because it almost seemed as if he was waiting on me.

  "You must be the new blushing bride, Darby." The stranger stood. "When I heard Nathan had flown away alone this morning, I decided this was my chance to meet you, and you certainly do not disappoint."

  His eyes crawled over me, making me feel naked. He started to approach me, and I instinctively backed up a little.

  "I'm sorry, who are you?"

  I didn’t like the way he was openly staring. I had to remind myself that this was my house, and he was my guest. At least, I thought he was a guest. I was unsure after his comment that he had waited to come to the house until he knew Nathan was out of town.

  "I'm Lawson Jackson, a dear friend of Savannah's. And a friend of Mother's, too, of course. She let me in this morning. And now, you and I can be friends." Although his words were friendly enough, something about his tone set me on edge.

  He stepped closer, crowding me against a bed of yellow English roses in full bloom. I was struggling to catch my breath with him standing so close to me. In contrast, he seemed entirely at ease.

  “You were friends with Nathan’s first wife?” I flushed as soon as the words left my mouth. He had just told me they were friends. I was having a difficult time thinking clearly with him invading my personal space like this. I tried to sidestep the rose bed, but there wasn’t enough room for me to maneuver.

  "We used to go sailing together on the lake. Savannah and me, I mean. We were...close." I couldn’t read his tone.

  “That’s nice.” What the hell was I supposed to say? I wished Nathan were here. “Maybe it would be better if you came back when Nathan was home?”

  "Let's take a walk and get to know each other better.” I noticed he ignored my question.

  “I don’t think so. I think I’ll go back in the house.”

  “I think Nathan would want you to be more welcoming to visitors. You don’t want to disappoint him, do you?” He laughed as if he was teasing an old friend.

  I agreed to go with him because his comment touched on my insecurities. After all, I did want to be an asset to Nathan, and play the perfect host for visitors to Peacock Alley.

  He led me towards the hedge maze, and we started navigating the complicated turns. He took my arm in an old-fashioned gesture. There was no reason for me to be afraid in my own house, and my curiosity took over.

  From the way he talked, I got the impression that he wouldn't have come if Nathan were at home. Why was that? If he was Savannah's friend, undoubtedly he was Nathan's friend as well.

  Soon we were lost in the big maze. I sometimes would stand on the second floor of the house and gaze down on the labyrinth, marveling at its complexity. It was possible to see the entire thing from that height, although the third floor gave me the best view. But I had never bothered to memorize the twists and turns that would allow me to make my way out safely.

  Now I was regretting that lack of knowledge.

  “So you and Nathan are friends, right?” I tried to keep my question casual as we walked.

  “Sure. Nathan and I go way back. We knew each other even before he married Savannah.” Lawson dropped my arm, and I stepped further away from him with relief.

  I happened to glance upwards, and I saw Mother standing at one of the upstairs' windows, watching us. She was smiling.

  Mother never smiled at me, so my heart started pumping even faster. Something was really wrong here.

  Lawson was an attractive man, well-built and sharply dressed, and even though he liked to be too close to me, it shouldn’t have been a problem. But his eyes were too quick to drop to my breasts. He wanted me to know he was looking, and I started to regret entering the maze with him. Not that he had given me much choice. I was so uncomfortable, but I was determined to find out his agenda.

  We turned a corner and abruptly found ourselves at the center of the maze, complete with a large fountain. The trickling noise of the estate fountains was usually comforting to me, and the sound of running water often made me feel cool on these hot days. However, today I couldn't help but wonder if the noise would mask my screams.

  I was starting to feel a little panicked, trapped in these endless rows of green hedges with this offensive man. He seemed like a predator, and I felt like his prey.

  "Darby, what's your hurry? Let's stop and talk a while. I really think we should get to know each other." He sat down on the edge of the fountain, at ease. He patted a spot next to him. “Have a seat.”

  I kept moving. Where was the exit?

  I did want to know more about Lawson, but I decided to ask my husband about him later. I had no desire to linger here with him, and draw out this ridiculous tableau. Lawson was almost cartoonish in his villainy. His advances were coarse and unwelcome; I half expected to see him twirling the ends of a long mustache when I glanced back.

  “It’s too hot to be in this maze. I think I will go back to the house.” My words were clipped and almost rude. I walked a few steps away.

  "You really scored with Nathan." He got up from the fountain and followed me, and his hand bru
shed my backside.

  I stopped when I hit another dead end, finally getting angry.

  “What does that mean? I scored with him?” I was proud of myself for keeping my tone even and controlled. “I fell in love with Nathan, and he fell in love with me, too.”

  I started moving again. I had to double back to find the way out. Lawson made it necessary for me to brush against his body to get past him, and my skin crawled in response.

  "You landed yourself a filthy rich husband. You are a pretty little thing. I'll give you that, but you are nothing compared to Savannah. She would be outraged if she could see you now, in her place." He laughed a little, and grabbed my arm.

  His grip was tight and hurt my arm. I wondered if I would have bruises later. Fear tickled the back of my throat, and made it hard for me to speak.

  "I guess it's a good thing she can't see me then, isn't it?" What an asshole.

  I spoke lightly as if I had conversations about dead first wives with overly aggressive men every day. But I felt my hostility growing even more. I was resentful of Lawson for putting me in this challenging position.

  I broke free of his grip, and I started looking for the way out of the maze again.

  Lawson seemed surprised at my response and he followed behind me. "Maybe. You know, it can get lonely here at this big house with Nathan out of town. If you need company, I would be happy to come over."

  He winked at me as if he hadn't already made his meaning clear, and grabbed my arm again, pulling me towards him. I forcibly pulled away again and looked for my escape. I had to get away.

  Repulsed, I finally found the exit of the maze, and I hurried away from him before he could put his hands on me again. I saw Maxwell a little ways off, and I called out to him with urgency. When Maxwell looked my way and saw who was following behind me, he came at a swift jog.

  "Miss Darby, are you ok?" Maxwell glared at Lawson. It was apparent they knew each other, and Maxwell didn't approve of Lawson visiting Peacock Alley.

  "I'm fine, thank you. I think I would like to go inside for a while. By myself."