To Love, Cherish And Obey: From Elegant Wife To Decadent Whore (Quix & Jolie)

[Mr Quixotic]

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Cameron Delaney was in deep shit.

Of that, there was no doubt, as he pulled up in the driveway of the Las Vegas residence he shared with his wife, Noli, and decided not to park the BMW 6 Series Coupe in the garage. With a little luck it would be stolen, and he could claim the insurance.

Luck. It wasn't as if he had any of that this evening. Not of the good variety.

One Hundred Thousand Dollars; all-in with an Ace-High Flush on the turn. Every last cent he and Noli had saved, and more, but it was a sure thing. One flip of a card, and he could surprise his wife with a Summer vacation to Hawaii. A second honeymoon.

It was just after midnight on a Thursday, and the neighbourhood was quiet as the man slammed the vehicle door shut, looked up to see the porch light had been left on, and pondered if it would be better if Noli were asleep or awake. The house would need be sold too. Cameron had never felt so out of control of a situation in his entire life, and didn't appreciate the sensation.

Born in Chicago, it had been smooth sailing for the twenty-eight year old Lawyer. A loving and privileged home environment, he'd been raised by a stay-at-home Mother who'd been happy to take on the traditional woman's role that Gordon Delaney demanded, then after he'd graduated High-School with honours, followed in his Father's footstep and attended Law-School. Harvard.

His All-American good looks; Six foot, two inches tall, head of wavy brown hair, piercing green eyes, strong jaw and chin, and a smile that lit up his face and caused people to either to trust or forgive depending on circumstance, combined with an athletic and slim runners body, meant Cameron had never had any trouble attracting the girls. College had just provided a further excuse to fool around, which the young man had taken full advantage of. Until he'd met Noli Callister.

Cam had thought himself the most fortunate man alive when three years after he'd obtained his Law degree, Noli accepted his bended knee proposal, and agreed to move to Las Vegas - where his Father's contacts had gained the rookie Defence Attorney a position at one of the most prestigious Criminal Law firms in Sin City - to be by his side. Smooth sailing, and a wife who was the envy of every man who laid eyes on her.

The wife he was now going to have to reveal to that an innate need for excitement and a thrill had led Cam to stake their future on the flip of a card. And lost.

An Ace-High Flush when the turn produced the nine of spades; chips all-in to scare the others off the pot, and that asshole, Declyn Murphy, had just smiled, taken a puff of his cigar, pushed his own chips in to match Cameron's, and called. Both men had watched a second consecutive nine fall on the river, and with it Cam's life went down the drain. Four spades on the board; nobody in their right mind would have made that fucking call. A Full House beats a Flush.

Cameron had wanted to wipe the smirk off the older man's face with a fist, however he could only sit there in stunned silence as the Irishman collected the pot, downed the last of his whiskey, then stood to pat Cam on the back, "Better luck next time, Son. You have a week.", and chuckled as he exited the room. The Irish brogue, previously so charming and easy on the ears, was now forever going to haunt Cameron's dreams.

He sighed and forced himself to move. Asking his Father to assist was out of the question as the Patriarch's cash was all tied up in long-term stocks, and after that incident in College - the only occasion on which child had given parent cause to be disappointed - he'd been told in no uncertain terms that he would not be bailed out again. Cameron Delaney would either need deal with the consequences, or find a way to retrieve the situation.

As he pushed open the front door and stepped into the foyer of the marital home, his demeanour brightened a touch with an idea that had begun to form in his mind. Although he trembled slightly in nervous anticipation of how Noli would react, the man's voice was steady when he pushed the door shut, removed his tie, and hung the jacket of his grey woolen suit on the wall hook. "Hey baby, I'm home. You still awake, we need to talk."

Best to get on the front foot, and assume control. Just as he did in the Courtroom.

 

[Jolie]

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Noli Delaney née Callister sat paying quarter slots at the Eastside Cannery. It was one of the few casinos left in town where you could actually play coin slots and it was very much a local spot. She’d tried out for a new musical at the Venetian and once again struck out. Her angelic good girl looks with red hair and pale skin wasn’t what sold in Vegas right now. The real problem was her height. At five foot two, no one particularly wanted to see her up on stage.

“Miss, would you like a drink?” The tall, leggy cocktail waitress paused by Noli’s station.

Noli shook her head. She could have pointed out that she wasn’t a “miss,” she’d been married for several years now to a successful and on the road to partnership lawyer thank you very much. The real reason Noli turned down a drink was if she had more than one or two drinks, given her petite frame and small size, she got tipsy. And when Noli got tipsy, her West Virginia accent reemerged. She’d worked hard to wash away any taint of West Virginia coal country and she wasn’t about to let a rum and coke or whisky buzz bring the sound of McDowell County back into the rhythms of her voice. “I’m unwinding,” she said with a smile. As she spoke, her quarter hit “7s” and several hundred quarters spilled out into the trough.

“Congratulations miss,” the waitress said standing there.

Noli avoided rolling her eyes as she handed the waitress a fistful of quarters. “Maybe you can bring me some cold water,” she asked to give the girl a reason to leave.

“Oh yes miss,” the woman said.

Noli came here to get away from people. She’d been down after her tryout. But also, she sometimes just wanted to get away from the phoniness of the people she saw every day. She’d never go back to being dirt poor, but it didn’t mean the elite were always a joy to hang out with.

The woman next to her looked over and smiled. “How do the waitresses know when you’re about to hit,” she asked teasingly. The woman was Korean or Vietnamese and had a tough, sexy look to her.

Noli shrugged. “Maybe you get psychic after time on the job.” She scooped her coins into the bucket provided. It was a very old-fashioned scene. All the big casinos now used cards and digital readouts. No actual dirty coins to run through the machines or count. A tall lean man with a faintly Hispanic look, a white shirt and black suit came up to the Asian woman and told her, “You should be working Su.”

“Fuck off the woman replied.

Shaking her head Noli left the couple to work out their problems. By the time the waitress returned with her water, she’d be gone. She wore a white sundress. Noli was partial to white. She had carpeted their home in white. It was a color you never found back in McDowell County where everything turned a gritty, blackened grey eventually. She liked white and clean and the fact that they had a maid come in daily to clean. She loved having art on the walls of her home and made a point of knowing the history of each artist.

As she waited for the valet to bring out her pristine Misano Red Pearl 2014 Audi S4 out, she thought of her husband Cameron. God, he was a catch. When she first spotted him at Harvard, she’d practically stalked him. He was the antithesis of the boys she’d fucked back home. She wouldn't call the grunting antics of high school football players dating. She hated almost everything in her past and she sure as hell had never let Cameron know anything about West Virginia. “I was raised by my aunt,” she’d told him. “We spend summers in the South. We had family down there, but during the year, we live in Maryland.”

Driving home, she hoped he wasn’t too stressed from his day. He worked for a big-swinging-dick rich motherfucker who demanded perfection from Cameron and sometimes made his days a living hell. Realizing that she’d slipped back into a lower class for of speech … even if it was only in her mind, she chastised herself mentally. You’re class, you’re someone, you don’t say motherfucker! Noli giggled at the thought and rapidly said out-loud, “Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker,” as she pulled off the freeway headed toward the exclusive gated community where they lived.

Glancing at her Chopard diamond studded, white watch, Noli frowned. “Shit! I’m going to be late.” Pulling into the driveway, she spotted her husband’s BMW. Leaving the bucket of coins in the passenger seat, she hurried inside. In her trunk were her still damp from sweat leotards she had worn to her tryout that afternoon.
“I’m so sorry darling!” She called out as she walked in. “I’m late, but the maid has dinner warming.” Their maid’s name was Maria and she was a darling from Nicaragua. Noli paid her above the going rate and made sure all her taxes were paid too. She knew what it was to be poor and Noli never wanted to be the one grinding someone down.

Smiling, she spotted Cameron. “Tell me you haven’t been here long,” she called out.

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[Mr Quixotic]

"You home, babe?" Cam called for her a second time, and blinked rapidly as the lights he'd switched on in the living room reflected off the white carpets and temporarily blinded him. "Babe?" Carpets he'd happily allowed Noli to choose, as he had the rest of the furnishings; women were better at the sort of thing. His voice increased in volume as he became accustomed to the brightness and walked further into the room. It was unusual for Noli not to have waited up, or to have at least not been awakened by his entry, but then he recalled that he'd told her he'd be 'working' late that night.

A lie he'd need now need find a cover for; a Lawyer's job description, even one whose firm represented high-profile clients, didn't generally include the requirement to attend late night meetings at a Private VIP room in the Mirage Resort and Casino, and the consumption of liquor and cigars. She may have gone to visit friends, or to drown her sorrows after striking out at her audition. Cameron hadn't heard how she'd gone, but he knew in his heart that Noli's short stature would never allow her to obtain a major role in one of the big Vegas productions. However, he encouraged her to follow her dreams just the same.

Though his confidence had returned with the idea that had occurred to him on entering the house, it dissipated some when he heard the unmistakable sound of her Audi outside, and it became real. He'd considered concealing the events of the night from his wife, and attempting to resolve the problem himself, but apart from a few little fibs in regards to his evening 'meetings', which did no-one any harm (until tonight), he'd never outright lied to Noli about anything significant.

It wasn't that Cameron Delaney was a Saint who'd bared his entire soul, or didn't hold secrets he wished to remain buried; just that the man recognised a distinction between telling a deliberate untruth, and simply not saying anything at all. The incident in his Junior year when he'd deliberately gotten his High-School girlfriend drunk, and allowed her to be fucked by three of his buddies as part of a Fraternity initiation, would never slip past his lips. Nor would the admission of how much he'd loved watching her being used and abused like a common street-whore. Or the fact that on the odd occasion the memory still entered his mind, it never failed to arouse him.

Noli, too, had her secrets, of that Cam was certain. Each time he'd spoken to her about her adolescence in West Virginia, the responses had been vague, but he'd shrugged it off as of no consequence. Problems with her parents, incidents of bullying, an ex-boyfriend, or just the fact she'd been raised in West Virginia alone, could be cause enough for her to not want to speak about her upbringing, and Cam didn't press. The past had no bearing on their relationship or his respect for his wife; all that mattered was the man she knew, and the Noli he'd fallen in love with.

And what man wouldn't fall in love with her? As he turned to the sound of her voice, and laid his eyes on the vision in white, Cam, for a moment forgot all that had happened that evening and a bright cheery smile lit up his face. Then it disappeared. "Hey. That's good."

The words came out on autopilot, and what she'd actually said went in one ear and out through the other, as he moved towards his wife. Instead of greeting her with a kiss, as he usually would, one hand reached for her wrist, and Cam took a deep breath. Only then did his gaze fully meet hers. "I just got home, baby. Declyn dragged me to a poker game tonight." A pause as he gathered his resolve. Take control. It wasn't his fucking fault. Just bad luck. What was done was done. "And I lost a little money. A hundred thousand dollars. But don't worry, I've a plan to win it all back."

The admission out, all he could do then was release Noli's wrist, shoot her a smile accompanied with a shrug, and ask, "How did your tryout go?", as if his revelation were nothing more serious than advising his wife that red wine had been spilled on the pristine white carpet.

 

[Jolie]

Noli felt her heart skip a happy little beat when she heard Cam’s voice. She had an almost pathological hatred of being alone. If she were honest, this was probably the reason that she had gone to the casino for some slots action after crashing and burning at her tryout. The thought of being at home alone was too much to bare.

“Yeah babe!” she answered back in a welcoming tone. She glanced around, drinking in the clean elegant white beauty of their home and let the perfection of their home sink into her. Her face broke into a smile as she saw Cam enter the room. “Sorry I was late,” she was saying as he walked toward her. Unlike Cam, her attention was focused on every word he was saying. Fuck, she thought. Declyn was the “big boss” who had sponsored Cam from the start. But when he gambled, it was in a high altitude world where few people had the oxygen to lay chips down beside him. A bad might for him might mean a $1.4 million dollar hole. If he had a good night, he would be pushing the floor boss to lift the limits. Cam, as much as Noli loved and adored and respect her husband, had no business hanging with the big dogs.

Her only thought was how much was the damage. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought again as she heard a $100,000. But she didn’t betray her frantic worry. A $100,000 dollar hit represented the equity in their home. It was half a year’s salary for Cam. It was a thousand dollars a month if they leveraged it onto the credit cards. No, she wrapped her slender arms around Cam and hushed him for a moment with a light teasing kiss.

“You’ve got a plan baby and I trust you.” Stepping onto her toes, she rubbed her head against his chest, feeling her breasts flatten against his body. “My tryout torpedoed,” she said with a laugh. “So if your plan involved me funding you with my new job as a highly paid actress, I’m going to have to bust your bubble,” she told him. Rubbing her body against him, like a cat, she said teasingly, “Now if you wanted to sell me on the black market, you might get enough to cover your debt.”

Her hand slipped down and she found the outline of his cock under the fabric of his slacks. Sex for Noli was the answer to almost any problem.

 

[Mr Quixotic]

Cam didn't betray the nervousness he still felt as he awaited a response. What he expected Nolie's reaction to be, he wasn't entirely certain, but it definitely wasn't for her to accept his news as calmly as she apparently did. For an instant, he believed he'd noted her eyes flare in disappointment or concern, but then the perceived emotions seemed to disappear, and it was possible they'd only been a figment of his imagination.

His contemplations were interrupted with the soft kiss she pressed to his lips, and the sensation of her slim body moving into his, and for the first time in hours Cam felt totally at ease. Noli always had that effect on him. No matter how stressful his day, or how big of an asshole Declyn Murphy had been - under the charming Irish accent, twinkling green eyes, and cheerful countenance, the man was a cold, ruthless bastard - coming home to her was like returning to a safe port after a storm.

That she'd often initiate sex, and rarely ever claimed to have a headache, was an added bonus, and Cam felt sorry for those other married men in his office who complained about their wives low libido. He returned the kiss, then slipped his arms around her waist when she buried her head against his chest, and nuzzled his lips in her hair. "I do. Declyn Murphy is too confident and arrogant for his own good. I'm sorry to hear about the audition. Next time, baby."

Cameron placed a comforting kiss on the top of his wife's head, then shifted back so that he could meet her eyes, and nodded encouragingly before her next comment elicited a chuckle; the manner in which her lithe body rubbed against his already beginning to arouse him. "I only lost a hundred-thousand. Not a million. That's what I'd be asking for you on the black-market." A pause, and Cam's eyes glinted with mischief. "Although, Declyn does have quite the crush on my beautiful wife; claims I'm the luckiest man alive. I could always offer you as compensation?" A brow arched in query to accompany the mock-seriousness of his tone, and he held Noli's gaze in silence for the few moments it took for a grin to appear of its own accord on his face.

Whatever he intended to do or say next was forgotten in the soft gasp of surprise elicited by the unexpected sensation of her hand on his cock. Sometimes he truly believed she was insatiable. Not that the Lawyer was about to complain as he pushed his hips against her touch, glided his palms down from her waist to take a firm grip of her ass, "Don't stop, baby", and pulled her in for a lingering kiss. "Saturday, we recover my losses, and take Declyn for everything he has." In for a penny, in for a pound, the man had decided. "But, tonight."

Another soft peck, then Cam lowered his attentions to the smooth column of his wife's neck, and by the time the kisses, bites and nibbles made their way across Noli's throat and up to her ear, his teeth grazed the lobe, and an arm drew back to administer a spank to her butt, his voice had dropped to a whisper. "I'm just going to fuck you senseless." A good way for both of them to forget about their problems; at least for a while.

 

[Jolie]

Noli's eyes glowed as she rose up on her toes and opened her mouth eagerly, craving more of Cam's kisses. He may have dropped a hundred grand they didn't have, but her husband was still a stunning figure with his sharp, grey suit and toned body. She hated for him to feel like his boss had gotten the best of him. Frankly, she considered Declyn an asshole of the first order. If he also turned moistened her panties whenever he stared at her with his hot, hungry eyes, well, that was neither here nor there. Cam was better than Declyn on his worst day and her heart ached to think about how Cam must feel now.

Her fingers found his zipper and she slid it down as Cam teased her about the obvious attraction Declyn showed whenever Noli was in the room with them. She found his cock as he mentioned that he'd want a million for her on the black market. Letting her small hand slide gently along the silken skin of his rapidly engorging shaft, she whispered. "Baby, if you can get a million for me, feel free to put me up on the block." Her hand tightened as she spoke and she began to pump her hand up and down as she wriggled her slender body against his.

It was then Cam spoke of recovering their losses. The mere thought got her hot and bothered. He sealed the deal by talking about fucking her senseless. She bit his lower lip, laughed and then pulled back, with her right hand still on his cock. "If you're going to put me on the block baby, it's only fair that you try out the merchandise." She let go of his cock and let her hands move upward to wrap around his neck. "Bedroom or are you going to take me against the wall?" She queried hungrily.

Her left shoe began to tease his lower calf. Her long red hair was loose and flowing about her shoulders and her eyes were almost liquid with arousal. Even though they were teasing, she found the ideas they spoke of more than a little intoxicating. It was a feeling that she knew she had to tamp down. Cam might tease her, but she doubted he had a truly kinky bone in his studly body. Oh, he was creative and fun to fuck. But he didn't have any cruelty or fetishes that she had ever detected.

 

[Mr Quixotic]

Cam's sudden urge to take his wife was out of proportion to her touches. At the first feel of Noli's body pressed against his, and the hand on his cock, the man was already rock hard and throbbing. Whether his reaction was caused by a love for his wife, and a need to show his appreciation for her understanding in the way a man best knew how, a desire to forget about what had occurred earlier that evening, or the thrill that Cam still felt; a remnant of the adrenaline rush which had come with placing a hundred thousand dollars on the table, even if the bet had lost, and one he secretly knew he'd seek again, he wasn't certain. However, what he was certain of, was that he wanted to, not make love to his wife, but to fuck her senseless, as he'd whispered in her ear.

Her hand moving on his shaft brought forth a moan, and his fingers dug into the flesh of her butt through the fabric of Noli's dress as his hips moved in time with her strokes, and her words aroused him even further. Put up on the block. Cam was aware of the way men devoured Noli with their eyes, and what each was thinking as they did so. Not only Declyn Murphy, but also random strangers who passed her in the street. They wanted to ravish her. To ravage her in each and every way they could.

That knowledge, the prying eyes and dirty thoughts, might have created jealousy in other spouses, but not Cam. He enjoyed the fact that other men had a hard-on for his wife; his wife; and admired her many assets. Assets Cam intended to request Noli use to their best advantage in his attempt to recover that night's losses. The arrogant Irish fuck, Murphy, would return home Saturday night with both his wallet lightened and a reminder of the one thing Cam possessed that he never would.

"Would you like that, honey, men bidding to fuck you?" Cam gasped as his hands pulled her slender body closer to his, her arms slipped around his neck, and she released her grip on his pulsing cock. The words were issued with a smile, but his eyes contained an undefined emotion, which took him a moment to shake off. An old College memory. "Tasting my merchandise." Another bite to her neck, then one of his palms slipped under her dress, and Cam's fingertips traced the outline of Noli's pussy lips through the fabric of her panties.

The teasing only lasted a moment as the images which ran through his mind; one's he'd never dare speak out loud; combined with the lingering anger from the poker game to increase his frustration, and when her foot rubbed his calf and she asked where, Cameron could resist no longer. "Against the wall." The raspy urgency of his tone was unlike his normal voice, as was the sudden aggressiveness. Within a second, he'd ripped Noli's panties down her hips, used the second hand on her waist to slam her against plaster, and dug a knee into her thigh. "Spread your legs, baby. Let's see if you're a million dollar fuck." Though his tone was playful, Cam's demeanour contained a hint of something darker.

 

[Jolie]

The thought of men bidding to fuck her sent an image of her dressed to kill, a short, hip-hugging skirt, so short her panties would flash if she so much as took a few steps, a bell-baring top, tight against her breasts, tall-five inch fuck-me-pumps and she couldn’t help but blink as she thought of herself as some trash whore walking the streets. A tiny smile twitched at the corners of her mouth and her fingers tightened around her husband’s cock. She rose her lips upward and kissed him, the lipstick and soft warmth of her lips surrendering to his passion as he tasted her, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she moaned as she felt him hardening further in her hand.

No, Noli thought to herself. She would be a cheap whore, she’d be a high class escort, perfectly coiffed and elegantly dressed, bought and paid for by some rich guy. When he broke the kiss and said, “… tasting my merchandise,” Noli moaned in ecstasy.” She felt a hot flash of need as he bit her lip, his fingers on her panties, finding her wet, hot pussy.

“Oh baby, treat me like a whore,” she said huskily and then spread her thighs wider, so that he could access her body better. “I’d have to fuck a lot of men to earn a million dollars,” she teased him. Then she bit her lip, eyes full of laughter. “Be my first John, but please don’t tell my husband.” She guided the cock in her hand toward her pussy, shifting her hips. Leaning her face against his chest, she gently bit his nipple, teasing it through his shirt. Rocking her hips, she added, “My husband’s my pimp and he can be deliciously, wonderfully cruel if I don’t earn enough for him.”

God, Noli loved her husband and this role play she was indulging in was getting her hot and wet and oh-so eager to be fucked hard. She felt the knob of his shaft against her pussy. “Oh why am I wearing underwear,” she burst out with frustration.

 

[Mr Quixotic]

The images that went through Cam's mind were neither of his wife in trashy street-whore clothes, or in some exorbitantly expensive and elegant cocktail gown. In fact, in her husbands imagining's, his wife wasn't wearing a stitch. However, the men were, and there plenty of them. His male colleagues; those who on social occasions, and in her presence, all treated his wife with respect and courtesy, but immediately her back was turned, stole not so subtle glances at her ass and tits, and spoke amongst themselves in shared whispers about what each would love to do with her body. Or to her body.

Cam could envision them all seated in the Boardroom, dressed in their Armani suits and ties, discussing trial strategy and casually drinking coffee, as if having a naked woman bent over, and spread-eagled on the oak conference table with legs and arms cuffed, available for use in front of her smiling husband; each telling him how lucky he was to have such a hot bitch for a wife as they ravaged her; whenever the urge struck, or they required some stress relief, was an everyday event. Every man had his fantasies, and not all of them needed to be shared with his significant other.

A gasp left his lips both at the vivid image, and the feel of Noli's wet pussy under his fingertips. He quickly pressed her body against the wall, and slipped his tongue into her mouth as his cock throbbed in her hand. One palm gripped her waist to keep her in place, and the man groaned into the kiss, with her words burning in his ears. "How many would you have to fuck, baby? Five? Ten? A hundred? More?"

His eyes closed at the sensation of her teeth on his nipple, and his entire body shuddered when she pressed his engorged head to her wet folds. "Is that true, does your husband know you're a whore, Mrs Delaney? A cheap slut?" The man's voice was husky as he shifted to spread her open, and he'd pushed himself an inch into Noli's slippery cunt when she burst out in frustration. "You're right, sluts don't need panties." Cameron's hand dropped to hook into the band of her underwear, which had been pulled over her hips to allow access, and he tore them completely away from her body; the sound of ripping fabric almost drowned out by the loud moan of pleasure which immediately followed as he sank every inch of his pulsing shaft inside her.

Cam's eyes burnt dark with lust as, with his cock buried to the hilt in his wife's pussy, he locked them on Noli, and withdrew so that just his tip remained between her lips. "What if it's a lie, and your husband doesn't really want to share you?" Simultaneously, as he asked the question, Cam reached for Noli's wrists, jerked her arms above her head, and drove his entire length back into her with increased urgency. The man's breathing was heavy with exertion and arousal as he pinned her arms to the plaster, and held her gaze. "If he preferred you keep this hot cunt spread only for him. What would he do?" The Lawyer's tone had lost any sense of teasing as he paused, then pulled his hips back, and almost split Noli in half with his next thrust. "How cruel could he be?"

 

[Jolie]

If Noli had known the dark path her husband’s imagination was leading him, she would likely have gone up like a pile of dry autumn leaves hit by a late fall thunderstorm. As it was, her body was already hot and ready as he pushed her against the wall with a delicious amount of force, his mouth possessing her lips while he probed her damp womanly center with one hand. When his lips pulled away, leaving her feeling bruised and breathless, she gasped as she heard him teasing her about how many men she would fuck. She shuddered and tried to focus on his words as he slipped down and took control of her nipple with his teeth, a wonderful flash of pain sparking outward as he bit gently down.

God, how could she think? “Yes,” she finally said huskily. She didn’t quite know what she was saying yes to, only that she didn’t have a “no” in her right now. Yes, she was a cheap slut? Yes, her husband knew? Yes, she’d fuck a hundred men? Her red hair was practically standing up as he ground her against the wall, static electricity crackling between them. Trying to focus, her eyes looked almost glazed as she felt her underwear being pulled down, ripping, and then he was sliding into her hot fuck tunnel.

“I’d fuck hundreds, he’d be cruel, my pimp, he’d force me if I said no,” she moaned out and then twisted her slender hips so that she could feel his thick cock grinding inside her. She was on fire as she rocked and twisted underneath him. “If it was a lie, he’d punish me,” she said, panting as she wrapped her hands around his back and pulled him tighter against her. “He’d be a cruel, dominant, take charge bastard,” she said and then ground her lips against his, her tongue invading and dancing against his own. This was an outrageous conversation, she was having with her husband. And it wasn’t helping with the fact that they were now deeply in debt. But she didn’t truly care, not as long as she could feel like this.

“He’d spank me until I cried,” she said, a note of longing in her voice, “tell me I was a bad girl.” Noli had never been the kind of girl who was shy about letting a man know what she wanted. It was only with her husband that she’d suppressed her wilder personality. But it was slipping out now and she might have to pay the price later, but for now, she wanted to be fucked hard and fast and all night long. Her right foot stroked his lower calf, while she balanced on her left foot. She felt so close to her husband, she trusted him enough to tell him what she wanted now.

 

[Mr Quixotic]

The fantasies which went through Cam's mind were just that; fantasies, and the fact that they'd never be brought to reality was the reason he allowed them free reign. If only wives were aware of the wild imaginings their spouses had. The words which Noli spoke, as he pinned her to the wall, invaded her mouth with his tongue, and groaned hotly when he sunk his cock into her dripping slit were only words. One's issued in a manner that he'd never previously heard slip from her lips, but in the end it was all just a game between husband and wife. Whether Noli played it that night to deliberately to take his mind off Declyn Murphy and the monetary loss, or it was driven by her own innermost fantasies, he didn't care. All he knew that it had him so aroused that he'd be unable to stop, even if he'd wanted to.

He hand released her wrist, and his lust-filled eyes drifted to her lips, as he roughly grabbed a fistful of hair at the nape of her neck. "He'd punish you, like the cheap slut you are." The man moaned as he drove his length deeper. "Bend you over, and whip you until you begged him to stop." Another thrust, and he jerked her head back harshly to expose the full column of her neck. "Would you beg for him, whore?"

Cam's mouth found the skin of her throat, as he slammed his erection in and out of his wife. Eyes lifted to find hers, then he bit down on the flesh, almost hard enough to draw blood, and groaned with pleasure and exertion, as with his shaft buried balls-deep inside her tight, wet tunnel, his fingers tugged harshly at her tresses. He nipped her again, then his head lowered.

The fabric of her dress still covered her breasts, but her erect nipples were visible through the material, and his teeth clamped down on one, as they had on her throat. "He'd make you beg for his cock. On your knees, where a filthy, cheating bitch like you belongs." The words were spoken between pants and groans, as Cam's body lifted back up, and his tongue slipped back into her mouth. His face was flushed, and the man's forehead shone with sweat, as he penetrated her with ever more urgent thrusts. Then, he suddenly released his grip of her hair, and took hold of her elbow.

The idea of spanking his wife until she cried was anathema to him, he'd never wish to deliberately cause Noli true pain, either emotional or physical. Or that's what he told himself as he withdrew and pulled her off the wall. "On your knees, whore." However, it didn't stop his palm slapping a butt cheek with more force than it ever had before, after he'd thrown her face down over the edge of their plush leather sofa, and hiked her dress up over her waist. His palm cracked against the soft skin of her ass for a second time, "And spread your fucking legs", then he reached for her thighs, and began to drag Noli into position; wanting his wife's knees on the floor, with her ass in the air. Cameron wasn't sure what had brought about this little scene, as he awaited her to accede to his order, but of one thing he was certain. He and Noli would need to play it out again.