Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Mia vita, I have a phone call I need to make. It should take no more than an hour just to be sure everything is ok so that I don’t have to be interrupted or disturbed for the rest of our honeymoon.” Perfect. “Do you need anything?” He asks wrapping his arms around my waist. Laying my head on his chest, I shake my head no. He kisses the top of my head and walks away. I wait for him to disappear before running upstairs to the closet. I have been dying to put this outfit on since I saw it the other day when we got here. I smile thinking about what must have been going through his mind when he ordered it.
On my side of the closet is an actual schoolgirl uniform. Now, one could argue he thought I would need it for school, but let’s get real. He knew I had graduated already. No. My husband bought this because it is one of his fantasies and to be honest, I think it is hot as fuck. Walking into the closet, I pull it from the hanger and give it a once over. Taking off my sundress, I put on the white t-shirt, making sure to take off my bra. Pinching my nipples to ensure they are at full attention, I hiss as the sensation goes right through me. Being this horny is wreaking havoc on my body. Instead of putting on the skirt, I opt for a pair of black boy short underwear that I bought when the four of us went shopping the other day. I finish it off with the black and white striped socks he got for it and take my hair out of the ponytail. I debate for a second waiting for him in the bedroom, but what's the fun in that. Instead I walk into the kitchen, make myself something to drink and hop up on the counter waiting for him.
I am not sure how long I am up there, but the whole time my underwear is becoming more and more soaked, knowing what’s coming. I stick my hand in my underwear and take a swipe or two, or three through my pussy lips, biting my lip to keep from making a sound.
“Do that again.” Startled, not having heard him come in, I jump a bit, almost knocking the glass on the floor.
“Wh-what?” I ask him, not able to get my heart rate under control.
“Do that again. Stick your hand in my pussy and play with her. I want to watch.” He says licking his lips standing by the wall. I want to whine and tell him no. Tell him to come and play with this kitty himself. But when you are married to Saxson Maldonado, as I am finding out from everyone and the internet, everything is fair game.
21
Saxson
My fingers are tapping on my desk as I wait for my PA to relay all the information, I have asked of her. The thing is, I know I initiated this call, but my mind is not here. It is in the front, with my wife. My wife. Just thinking the word ‘wife’ has my dick bouncing in my pants, trying to find a way out. I never saw myself as a husband. Hell, I never saw myself as a father. But ever since I saw her, across the street in those tight-ass clothes, looking like my every wet dream come true, any and everything I thought I knew about myself as changed. Now, all I want is to be buried inside of her 24/7, making her tits bounce in my face as my cock beats the shit out of her pussy. Fuck. My cock just wept.
“Magda, I have to go. Just send it all to my email and I will look at it. The only thing I need to know is if you sent over the binder with the potential houses in it?”
“Yes sir. The courier said they were left at your guard’s station.”
“Excellent. Everything else can wait until I am done with my honeymoon. Talk to you in two weeks.” With that I hang up the phone. Undoing the buttons on my shirt, I pull them from my pants, suddenly feeling stuffy and walk through the back of the house to the front. I assume that Lexi is in the pool or outside somewhere. I make it almost to the front of the house when I hear her let out a slight moan and I follow the sound. Sitting on the counter of the kitchen, dressed in the little schoolgirl outfit I bought her, is my dirty little brat. She is on the counter, head thrown back, with her hands in her underwear, rubbing herself. Shit. I would love to be the one doing that. But first.