Juno's Cuckoo Act 01: Ch. 01

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INTRODUCTION

This will be a lengthy, multi-Act, series. The series will be marked as a novel, but each Act(upload) will slot into different categories where appropriate.

Due to its length, the story will have chapters of incredibly detailed sex and chapters with no sex at all. This is a Very slow burn, build-up story in service to the suspense, sex and character development. The greater the height, the greater the fall.

Be aware, this is a fictional story; facts will be stretched, and realities will be fantasised. It may appear light at first, but it will become very dark and extreme as it progresses. There is no karma here. Victims are not guaranteed justice; victimisers are not guaranteed punishment.

Act 1 features dark cuckoldry, incest, sadism, masochism and BDSM themes.

(Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors; I lack an editor at this time.)

This is my first story, so please bear with me and my amateur writing. I'm also wordy, and like descriptions. This is my style and may seem repetitive, but I like it. If you do not have the patience for it, I understand.

Read at your own risk and bow out at your own discretion.

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Prologue: Dissembling Nature

I tried my best to keep my voice down as my hand jerked on my shaft. In the dark, the light offs, the TV screen flickered across my glasses. The title: 'Wife gets caught sleeping with her Ex', was displayed above the video as a man pumped vigorously into a brunette, her back arched as she moaned.

I listened raptly as her cries reached my right ear from my wireless EarPods, the other listening out for any movement from the kids this late at night. Aura suspected what I watched sometimes at night if not the details, and for all her prudish derision, she tolerated it if it meant that she could escape my desires and clock in a goodnight's rest.

Something about that thought made me harder, my mouth dry and the motion of my hands more reckless.

The man on screen roughly spun the woman around to hands and knees, pulled her back by the hair as his herculean muscles flexed in the 720p compressed lighting. She should be in pain, but it seemed the unmistakable sounds of pleasure became more desperate.

"The kids! God, the kids!" She begged.

"Shut up, you bitch! They're my kids! You think that that fucking Silicon Valley nerd could knock this pussy up? You knew what was going to happen when you called me back here. You knew what you were doing when you married that loser. And you know what that little piece of cheap silver on your finger means now. Don't you bitch? -WHACK- Don't you?"

"Oh God..." she groaned within breathless gasps as he ploughed the air out of her.

What a terrible woman this was. What a terrible wife. And what of her husband? What did it say about him that his wife was willing to step out, willing to risk getting caught by her kids, just to experience the cock of a man she had divorced?

I tried to not think about the implications that reflected on my own life.

But my dick and hand were more than willing to act out my unconscious impulses as I built towards my climax.

My teeth chattered and my left leg shook; I was coming fast. The guys on that site, Reddit -or some such- had revealed what was going to happen even if that was not made clear by the title, which simply rocketed up my aroused anticipation.

The ex-husband pushed her face down to the mattress, angled his right foot, and then rested it on the side of her head. "Kiss it, you bitch. Or do you only kiss that wimp of a husband now? Prove who really owns this cunt."

"I can't!" tears leaked from her eyes as the wet smacking sound of an unfaithful pussy seemed to get louder. The Ex struck her ass over and over, and she brought her left hand up to her face, biting the index finger right next to her flashing wedding bands. "Darren, I can't!"

"Don't you fucking lie to me! I asked you if you loved him -WHACK WHACK- You told me you did. I told you to prove it -WH-WHACK WHACK WHACK- You said you would. I said you would let me in. -WHACKWHACKWHACK- You said you wouldn't... You know what you are. He knows what he married. Stop hiding and prove it to me! WHACK"

She bit so hard I thought she would bleed but then she turned her cheek, kissed his big toe, before taking the entire thing into her mouth, letting go of all pretences.

On screen the bedroom door slammed open. I slim man stood.

I stood up, ridiculous in nothing but a shirt as I jerked off in paradoxical solidarity for the husband as much as a warped approval for the wife's honesty.

The intense betrayal on the husband's face as his wife and her Ex fucked each other without even acknowledging him brought tears to my eyes as much as my dick oozed in a joy I couldn't quantify.

"Alicent?" The husband cried, collapsing to his knees.

"Bill?" she cried out, but she did not move. She just shook as her X=Ex-husband dominated her body into submission.

"See this, Wimp? See this? With all your money, and your cars and your suits, and all those feelings of being the safe, reliable guy women horseshit you into thinking she wants? -SMACK- bullshit, cuck! This is what she is; A dumb whore who's my slut, and no matter what you do, what she says, she'll always come crawling back to this dick." The Ex suddenly thrust deep, groaning, and the wife wailed as he pumped into her. It became garbled as she devolved into eye-rolling spasms. He lay on top of her raised ass, hugging her as she twitched and jerked, the pair of them sinking to the bed, their bodies completing the natural breeding of their mating.

"See?" The Ex said, looking into the cuckold's eyes. "See how her body fucking knows, wimp? Don't look so sad, Bill. You're already raising two of my kids, what's another?"

I shot my load so hard, and so far, that my knees gave out and I blacked out...

I woke up two minutes later in a daze. I looked up to the blank screen with a waiting replay icon.

I curled up. And then began to weep within my sticky mess.

Why had I come to enjoy this?

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Chapter 1: Scene 1: Sportive Tricks

>Jason Winters<

"What about this one... uh, Tennis player, Novak Simvani-I think that's how you say his-" Jamal began, looking at a list of athletic candidates.

"Novak! Holy shit! Grand Slam here we come!" Kyle exclaimed, grinning in the heat.

"I wish! A different Novak, this one," Jamal replied with a shake of his head.

"Jaz, you got any...'reports' on this guy?" Kyle asked.

That's me, by the way, Jaz Winters. It was Jaz, short for Jazihno, which was affectionate Portuguese version of my name, Jason, that my Latina wife rarely called me these days.

I was currently seated in a sweltering meeting room, the AC kicked to overdrive, with the rest of my colleagues of KTA. KTA, Kairos' Talent Agency, used to be a high-profile agency within the sports and athletic sector. We used to go out to find talent throughout most of the UK and some areas of wider Europe as well. That was before a terrible event where the drinks at a KTA hosted party were spiked. Half our staff and clients had been drugged at our own party, and it became a struggle to rope in new athletes in the heart of London, let alone the United Kingdom.

Today I wanted a win with KTA. I was turning fifty by the end of the year. I was making so little money that I covered the bare essential for house bills: energy, water and groceries, but anything else was pushing it. And this with a wife and four children. And it was my wife who was the breadwinner now. She had been for the last four years, but at least back then I had my own savings before bad investments on bad talent had crippled me into debt.

My self-esteem was low, my age was catching up to me -receding, grey hairline and all- and my family's ability to respect -and I did not want to even think about their love for me- was at an all-time low.

I wanted a win. I needed a win; if for nothing else than to prove to myself that I was not the over-the-hill has-been I knew my wife thought me to be. But maybe I was being harsh on her. After all, she had been amenable to my plan today and had provided me the documents and insider information that would push my new athlete for a KTA sponsorship.

I just needed to play my cards right and trust in my wife's information.

Reaching across the desk in our small, clustered office space, I pulled over a suitcase before quickly entering the lock sequence to reveal a folder of documents.

"Let us see here. N. Simvani?" I asked.

"That's the one," Kyle, the Go-getter of our current team of five, said, rearranging his glasses before wiping his face; did I mention how hot it was in the cramped meeting room. I remember when I had office twice the size of what I was meeting in with the entire team.

I leafed through the files, covering the sight of them with the suitcase lid.

"Got it... hmmm... ah... misdemeanour," I said with a frown.

"Any jail time?" Kyle probed.

"No... but he has some time on here for community service," I responded. It was an asshole thing to think, but this bad news only made my own athlete more viable. I knew the team did not have many options to consider and I had picked a meeting where my man would be the most attractive option compared to others.

"That's spinnable," the old bossman, Felix said. He wasn't old, only ten years older than me at 59, and to hell with anyone who would say otherwise. There was a difference between being north of middle age and being an old man wetting himself as he crossed the street. "Do you know what he did?" He enquired, a frown bracing for the worse on his face.

I made a show of grimacing slightly. "Public indecency, it seems."

"Still spinnable," Kyle said with an edge of doubt.

"Unfortunately, he has fines in the past for similar," I continued, trying to hide my own growing enthusiasm.

"Well, what did he do?" Felix wanted to know, throwing his hands up in frustration before folding his arms. We had not had any viable athletic talent in almost three months. Even the boss was keenly aware of how light his wallet felt.

"The formal wording is 'public sodomy'," I announced with a polite cough.

"Christ!" Felix cursed, and the others groaned.

Most of Kairos' main staff were seated in the room today. There was Felix, our non-bossy boss, who technically only answered to the owner, but the owner, Benvolio Kairos, was looking to sell up anyway. Then there was Flavia Sebasté of an age with me and my wife's sister, head of finance. Kyle, the go-getter of the team at 38 years of middle age, and Jamal, the youngest man, a whippersnapper at 22. Right now, we were going through prospective new athletes. Due to our limited funds, resources and influences, it was imperative that we consider each talent with a fine toothcomb before going ahead with a group approval.

"Cheery news. What happened to that archer of yours, Jaz? I believe you thought he had some traction with Dambrooke?" Felix asked.

This was what I had been waiting for.

Hopefully, by the end of the day I could go home with a smile and a look of confidence my distant wife may notice. "Certainly, Felix," I said, careful to tone down my enthusiasm. "Dylan Thorpe, our archer, contacted me just yesterday about a circuit he's running in collaboration with HGM, the Horse and Games Mobile. He's angling for archery on horseback to energise the crowd!"

The team was doubtful, but I had expected that.

"Do you have his files?" Flavia asked me.

"Yes, one moment," I responded, taking the request as a hopeful sign as I went through the folders. "D. Thorpe..." I muttered already recalling the points I had prepared last night as my sons giggled at their silly father rehearsing to himself.

The files I was leafing through were provided by my wife, Aura. She worked in a sports equipment and attire business known as Dambrooke. Specifically, she worked in marketing, and that gave her access to resources KTA did not. The most important of these were Dambrooke's army of investigators. We would give her the names of talent we had scouted, and she would get her boys to investigate anything promising we could develop, and anything incrementing that our athletes might be hiding: A history of drugs, drinking, violence, sexual misconduct, the bread and butter of the high life. The stuff that could tank their careers and both KTA's and Dambrooke's investments. My large debts were constant proof of what could happen if it went wrong.

"It's going to be a tough sell, Winters. Spreading our portfolio on an archer when we don't have a great archery scene in London to begin with..." Kyle began doubtfully, folding his arms under his sweaty armpits. I tried to ignore my anger at him. It was not personal, Kyle knew the risks, he saw me bear them long enough. I was just so desperate to get out of this rut. I couldn't continue to be stuck in the lacklustre. Not for the rest of my life. I needed a win.

"I know, of course, that archers are a bit of a hard sell for serious sports sponsors," I started in defence, rubbing my brow, struggling to find the blasted papers. "Any non-DIY athletics usually are, I'll concede that. Dylon will never be a household name unless he wins the Olympics, but I thought I should branch out of the DIYs and move into more exotic territory." DIY stood for Do It Yourself. Essentially, any sport the average person could do without any special equipment were the most popular and had the best staying power.

"I'm all for branching out, but do we have the manpower, Jaz?" Felix, my boss, argued. "I understand your strategy: instead of a small number of big but risky talents, we work from a pool of less risky but more numerous talents. We used to do that, but until we start bringing in serious numbers, we can't hire the extra help to match the workload." It was a fair point. Before KTA's fall from grandeur, spreading out to more niche sports was a mark of skill and industry understanding. Those times were years gone, and there was little hope of a return to fortune.

I grimaced at the depressing thought. Where were Dylon's files? Surely Aura had put them in one of the folders? Had she forgotten?

Technically, Aura was not permitted to share the investigator's report with anybody outside of her team, let alone outside of Dambrooke entire. My wife had come up with the plan with Flavia and Felix: she would share the files with me, her husband, and I would verbally share the details, but I could give KTA no official paperwork.

"I'm thinking about competition, too," I continued my argument as I ran through my search of the documents from the beginning. "As it stands, we're fighting with lions and tigers for these high-profile sport sectors, but the non-DIYS have fewer agents for us to contend with. There's a large pool to exploit, and I think testing the waters -where are they?- Sorry. Testing the waters with Dylon may provide us, and Dambrooke, with opportunities and tactics we're missing out on!" I said a bit desperately.

"Winters, I'm down for that idea, but I'm not sure if we can take the collateral if the invested time-" Kyle tried to argue further,

"Dylon is clean!... Consistent and ambitious. I met his parents myself and his trainer has him winning blind-folded competitions. Aura told me Dambrooke already has space for some archery at the upcoming Tulip festival. And -where are those blasted files!?" I was perplexed; it didn't make sense for her to forget them. Aura did not provide me with the investigator's report because she was my wife... we had not been that close as a married couple for some years. Rather, this was part of a strategy to enhance her own career after my change in fortune made her the high-riser in the family.

In the last decade, I and KTA had fallen, whereas my wife had risen due in part to the strategy that should be helping me right now! And it was an elegant strategy at that, not something prone to mistake, least of all from Aura.

It went like this: KTA recruits clean, reliable talent using Aura's investigators; in return Aura would be given "unofficial" exclusive marketing contracts with said talent without competition. As such, it was in her best interest to provide me the documentation that would allow me to sell my archer as a safe bet not only to KTA, but also Dambrooke in the near future. It not only helped KTA, but the commission I would get would be substantial and might help me return to being the breadwinner of the family. Or at least make a sizeable dent in my debts.

"They might not be there, Jaz," Flavia said, not harshly, but that made my embarrassment all the more telling.

"No! Your sister would have put them in. she knew I needed them for today's meeting..." I fell into a mutter even as a sensation I could not countenance started to emanate within me... in my crotch.

"Well, in the meantime, can we perhaps entertain others?" Kyle asked.

"Do you have mine?" Jamal Kimbuna, the only black man among us, with an accent so rich you would have thought he had been in Harry Potter as a young wizard. Unlike the rest of us mature paupers, Jamal actually looked like a talent agent. "Conrad Westcastle."

"The 'Marathon man,'" Kyle added.

"Even though he was a sprinter," Felix chuckled.

I was frustrated and humiliated, and rather than highlight the point of a fruitless search, I decided to just focus on helping the team. What it said about the poor communication between my wife and me was something I was too grumpy to entertain... even as that sensation grew stronger and hotter.

I easily found Jamal's man; it had its own folder with a post-it note by Aura... The sensation concluded into an erection that had my mouth dry.

"C. Westcastle... No dirt I can see, but he's inconsistent," I said, as a strange feeling began to build inside at the reality of what my wife may have intentionally done to me, for Aura was not one for making mistakes. I shifted in my seat as a tightness in my crotch was alreeady going beyond half-mast.

Jamal waved his hand as if swatting a fly. "Posh! He's had some sickness in the past, it's true, but he's short and fast; he already has a top speed of thirty-five kilometres an hour and an average of twenty-eight. Given resources, time and training, he can be a big contender!"

"For what, a buyout?" I asked sceptically, honestly peeved and distracted as I felt myself stiffen further. The more my mind fastened on the idea my wife had not made a mistake but a decision to support Jamal's sprinter over my archer, the harder I became. I tried to swallow as sweat coated my brow and my erection grew firmer. Thank God the suitcase with the documents was on my lap so no one could see my predicament. What was happening to me?

"Not a buyout, Mister Winters, but the Olympics!"

"Fucking hell..." they all said before devolving into hearty laughter, Jamal joining in, and easing up some of my unwanted attention.

"We can't afford an Olympian; other talent agencies will scout him and offer him a better deal. Better to raise him and manage a buyout to a bigger talent agency later," Kyle advised.

"But he has what it takes!" Jamal argued.

"He might, we don't," Felix sighed. "Look around you, Jamal. We're not exactly Wasserman or the CAA. I barely make enough to pay for the kids' University fees, let alone the funds we need to pay off Benvolio Kairos."

"We're not doing bad with our commissions, but we need a sizable war chest and stallions in our stable before we start heading off to the races," Flavia Sebasté said, crossing her arms. She was a mature soccer mom with blue eyes, blonde shoulder length hair; a silver ring paring her lower lip with a stud below it. She had a slim build with curvy hips and long fingers like her sister. Like many of her family, she joined the military before a later wound retired her out. She wound up in KTA and kept the lights on, so to speak, and kept the place from being a complete sausage fest along with the currently absent Cheryl.

"Yeah, but as Jamal says, the Marathon man is good. I've heard of him, and I've asked around, and people know him from the past," Kyle argued with Flavia. "He's already going to have a fanbase, and he must be good with the local community if they talk about him still. Good optics, a good fanbase, and super DIY pull. And the 'Marathon Man' angle works too. It's more than marketable for Dambrooke, especially if he's got the stamina for both short and long-distance running."

"Jaz," she said, turning to me in a way that reminded me of the young blonde who wrestled in feminist rallies back in the nineties with my wife. "Is there any reason Westcastle is inconsistent?"

I shook my head under her scrutiny. Her gaze was nothing bad, it was nothing like my wife's judgment, but that military training shone through all the same.

I was almost panicking as my erection stood strong, unabated as thoughts of how my wife had undermined not just my talent, not just me, but my opportunities to prove myself as a provider in her eyes. I was desperate not to be given my 'pocket money' this month, instead paying for something out of my own wallet. The allowance always left me shamed... but now... I shook my head, realising I had been silent for too long and the others were looking at me, and my dick was getting hotter at the situation Aura had put me in. "All it really says, Flavia, is that Jamal's sprinter, Westcastle, used to go on nightly binges, visiting the local raves and such."

She paused, thought to herself, and gave a brief nod before turning to Jamal.

"Drug and alcohol test, Jamal -let me stop you there. I know he has potential, and I'm not saying we're going to drop him if something comes up. Really, we just need some evidence to scare him into rehab."

"I don't want to scare him off..." Jamal said wearily. I closed my eyes, trying to find a way to calm myself down.

"Invite him to the Tulip Festival Dambrooke is sponsoring. We'll have them make all the right noises; bells and whistles-"

"-Money and cars-" Kyle interjected.

Flavia nodded before continuing, "And once his eyes are sparkling, his mouth salivating, we block him-"

"-Cock block him-"

"-By bringing up a D and A test," Flavia finished.

I withered at my loss as my member expanded because of it; the Tulip Festival was meant to be the opportunity for Dylon, my archer, to show his stuff... but I didn't have his files to push him as a safe bet to the rest of the team, let alone Dambrooke. And I might have brought up the Tulip Festival as a potential event to show off my archer, but Flavia was talking as if she knew the festival was already a done thing. As far as I knew, the festival still required funding and the scouting of suitable ground for various activities. At least, that was what my wife told me...

... My penis was rock hard.

"That should motivate him," Jamal agreed before looking confused. "Will Dambrooke be willing to make those offers? There would have to be some promises, and since we plan to push him, they would have to be real promises they could keep. That requires power on the inside."

"Heh, I'm sure we can call in a few favours," Kyle said, glancing over to me and my suitcase, in line with my hardon. I sat frozen as it started to dawn on me what had happened here today... Aura was sacrificing my archer, Dylon, to make Jamal's sprinter look good. Dylon was the only other viable candidate the team could choose beside Jamal's Sprinter. But Dylon was a non-DIY, a relative unknown, and even with my influence in the business, without the investigator's report, I didn't have a prayer of pushing Dylon over Jamal's man.

It was just last month, when I had returned home to receive my allowance from my wife, only to be handed the money by one of my sons instead -Aura had not bothered to pay me herself. And now this... this erection squeezing against my pants.

"Good," Felix said. "I'm guessing you have already spoken to our contacts over at Dambrooke, but if not, should we run it past them?" He asked Flavia.

"No need, their marketing team came up with the game plan." My heart fell as my dick grew, and nothing but pure confusion waged in my mind.

"She did, you mean?" Kyle asked, very rhetorically, giving me a nod in respect to my wife's planning. If only he knew.

I quipped a nervous smile before suppressing it, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I resisted the urge to wipe my brow of sweat. It was hot in here, but everyone would interpret it differently. Intentionally or otherwise, my wife had screwed me over in front of my contemporaries and it hurt so much it felt good -No...

That-

... wasn't that a contradiction?

I swayed on my seat as it became too much for me, but I was constantly aware of everything, hyperaware. I felt them glance at me, I felt my palms sticky and hot, and I thought of the cold calculation of my wife.

Something, something deep within sent a signal to my cock, and then I felt pre-cum wet my tip... I was impossibly aroused. And for what? My wife's callousness?

What the hell?

"Any others?" Felix asked the team.

"Cheryl is out meeting a client. Some swimmer -a vet, I think- trying to make a comeback from an injury," Jamal filled in.

"Morgan Smitherson?"

"No, a guy. Not to mention, Morgan used some of the shelf steroids to try to boost her healing. They say she's off to Spain to try and make it there," Kyle explained.

"The swimmer is one of mine, Charlie Vanderwal, I managed to rope him in when I was headhunting at a sports college last year," I told them, closing the suitcase but leaving it on my lap, God help me. "He got my card from the stand and called me up yesterday. I was... indisposed," I smirked, trying to restore some dignity to myself. The men frowned in envy, and Flavia rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, my indisposition was a result of food shopping, which my wife had sent me on at the time of his call... I tried not to read too much into that. "So, it routed the call to Cheryl."

"Are you going to give her the talent?" Jamal asked.

I shrugged, trying my best to act normal, trying my best to steer the conversation from any association from my wife. An erection can go away, a cum stain however.... "If Cheryl gets traction with him, sure. I'm a bit busy with Aftab, our skydiver. Apparently, someone's been fishing in our pond. He's been talking about increasing his sponsorship prospects, and you know what that usually means."

"God, that's all we need," Felix said, shaking his head. "Sniff it out of him, Jaz. If need be, get the 'report' on him, and find the poacher."

"Will do, boss," I said, grateful to be moving on to a topic that did not cause me shame, or this terrifying erection only hidden by my small length and a suitcase. I could only prey the wetness did not spread further than my boxers. I had to be thankful my sperm was thinner than was average.

"Right, well, if that's everything, I think we'll call it a day. I've been marathoning the entire Star Trek series with my wife. Bloody stellar stuff," Felix said, and I felt he was looking out for me and my awkward situation. Even if he wasn't, I was grateful.

"Nice pun, boss," Kyle quipped.

"Thanks, Kyle. I've been trying to improve. Need to keep up with the younger crowd."

"You need to work on your Leet, boss. You put in the group chat this morning, 'Laugh out loud'," Kyle said, looking at him as if he were insane. "Stuff like that is going to murder us when it comes to all the young blood we're trying to net."

"What do you mean? Laugh out loud is making a comeback?"

They all groaned in laughter with a mixture of 'no, it's nots,' and 'I hope nots', for good measure. I was bit too distracted to join in.

With that, the others got up to head to finish for the day. I sat on my seat, pretending to rummage for the files as I waited for my small member to wilt. This had turned out to be one hell of a meeting and my mind was all over the place with how I had reacted throughout it.

"Be real with me," Kyle said, coming up to my side, ignorant of my inner turmoil. "I bet you don't have anything in that case but dirt on we agents instead of the talents."

"Your browsing history is... remarkable, Kyle," I joked, wiping away sweat.

"No way, Jaz. You haven't seen my browsing history. Trust me, old man, you don't wanna to know!"

We laughed, and I admittedly did so in an attempt to cover up my own thoughts. My own perusals would raise a brow or two.

That was something I certainly did not want my wife's investigators to find out, God -or the devil- help me. Though it might explain the arousal I was feeling, now receding. Those amateur videos of people getting caught during sex had shown up on one of my favourite pornsites, probably due to its own algorithm mixed with my viewing history. I'm not sure why I had been so turned on by it. Maybe it was how real it was, or something about the way one woman had laughed when she walked in on her boyfriend jerking off... and it was that derisive laughter that had me painting my thighs in more cum than I had even seen in my life.

That was six months ago, and it had been a slow spiral down ever since. What I had jerked to the other night had me panicking after the clarity had kicked in. And my descent had started bleeding into my work life. I needed to stop before Aura found out, I couldn't even imagine-

"It's a shame I can't come down to the Tulip Festival," Kyle was saying, bringing my mind back to the here and now. "Now that the wife is out of the hospital, we're just going to crash out at home."

"Oh! Yes, Kyle! And I know I said it before, but congratulations on the baby girls," I said, taking his hand in mine for a firm handshake.

"Appreciated, Jaz. Took us both by surprise; we thought it was just the one! Well, when you get the chance, pop down with the family. We'll barbeque or something. We could do with the advice on how to handle kids anyway."

"Count on it. Though this time, you'll have to prepare the salad, drinks, table, cutlery, seating and all the things your wife does while you stand there flipping burgers."

"Hey! Flipping burgers is a noble, and masculine art passed down from caveman to modern man!"

"Amen, Kyle. Take care of yourself and your family, lad," I said in parting.

"You too, old man. See you soon!"

It would be good to arrange something with his family. Aura and I had been drifting apart in the last few years, -and considering what I think just went down in the meeting room, more than drifting apart- but I always found we were happier attending an event as a family with another family. Maybe we were just holding up pretences, or an ode to a love that had been dimming between us since her rise and my gradual decline as a provider.

With those brooding thoughts, I headed for home, suitcase before my crotch.

Flavia caught me in the parking lot. I was a bit nervous to talk to her, not having a full grasp of how much involvement she had in undermining me with her sister. Not to mention, I had some previous reservations on her trustworthiness even before that. She had cheated on her husband, Benvolio Kairos, the owner of KTA, and many of us could not help but feel Ben was putting pressure on the rest of us because of her.

We chatted lightly about kids and child rearing, how her sister was doing -the safe stuff. Otherwise, she just wanted me to get a report on the swimmer, Charlie Vanderwal, from my wife. Honestly, after what I had been through, I was not that enthusiastic about bringing it up to her. But when I sat in the car after saying my goodbyes, I found I was getting hard again.

I think my daughter, Magnia, called it brainrot or something, but whatever was going on with me, porn browsing or otherwise, was having a ridiculous effect on a man of my age... and yet, it was incredibly exciting too. The few days a week I started and finished work in the office was done without thinking about my wife. I went out of my way to do so... too much helplessness and judgment there.

Now it was inverted.

All I could do was think about facing her.

My mind was worried about her judgment, but my old cock... wanted it?

I shook my head, put the car into automatic, and headed home.

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Chapter 1: Scene 2 - Merry Greetings

>Jason Winters<

I parked up my company BMW in front of the garage, knowing my wife's old Hellcat was inside. Looking at the back seat, I realised I needed to clean it of all the triplets' stuff before I handed it back at the end of this quarter.

We all had kids, and there was an agreement, posted on the office fridge, that using the cars for family and friends would be fine so long as it did not impede company purposes.

Falco's archery butts and kit certainly was an impediment, but at least it showed the children of KTA were sporty. I frowned at them, reminded of my archer, Dylon and his failing prospects due to my own lack of preparation. I should never have left the house before checking the documents. But even then, I would not have been able to until Aura sent me the key for the suitcase just before the meeting. It was a wise security measure, but it had been used against me this time around.

I sneered at my growing arousal, ashamed of my reaction knowing my scouted talent was going to be wasted without KTA support.

I hopped out of the car, slammed the door, and made my way into the house to smell the heartwarming, cosy scent of home-cooking.

That was rare. Usually, my wife did not wait for me, instead leaving my food plated up in the microwave.

My daughter, Magnia, was on the sofa, curled up, looking at one of my canvases of an archer at full draw. It was of Dylon but dressed up as a medieval archer. He had posed for me last week and I had been making the finishing touches this morning. I had planned to drive down tomorrow to show it him along with the good news of a KTA contract...

Magnia was chatting away on her phone to her fiancé, both already on the house hunt. She was a copper haired brunette, with brown eyes behind her glasses, taken from me, but with her mother's olive skin. My little girl was slim, fairly tall, taller than me at 5'10, but had her mother's wide hips. The parental fear of the male gaze coming from young-blooded teenagers was defeated by my daughter's level-headedness and discernment. Her mother was an active feminist, and she had taught her daughter to respect her own body.

Her fiancé, Luke Rose, was a well presented, charming and tactful man. However, one word from my wife, 'boring,' and my daughter had almost buried that relationship. Some change had happened in the last few months that led to a reconnection and then a proposal. I was not sure what Luke had done to become 'not boring', but the soft-spoken man had my support. He was a good guy and someone I could see a younger version of myself in. I wanted him to succeed.

Magnia waved at me, and I walked up to give her a kiss on the head. She patted my chest more to get me away from listening in to her call. She became very squeamish and shy for some reason, but her expression was not unfriendly today. I wandered off to find her mother.

My boys, Leo, Romeo and Falco, rushed past me with a 'Hi Dad," before running up the stairs.

"Don't run in the house, boys. It's not safe!"

"It's cool, Dad, no worries," Leo shouted before running into the room, his siblings following with a slam of the door.

"They have a raid!" I heard my mature wife, Aura -never Augusta- call out to me. "It is very important, it seems!"

"Blasted gaming," I said as I walked into the madness of the kitchen, my wife checking multiple ovens and cooking appliances. Our youngest son, Paulie, 18 months of age, was sucking his thumb in his baby stroller by the window. "They should play a real game, like chess or that mahjong you love so much."

"The digital age, Jaz," she teased in that deep honey voice of hers. She was faced away, dressed in her long purple tracksuit and bottoms. Unflattering on most women. Aura certainly wore it for that effect, but even loose and baggy and plus sized, it was hard to hide the incredibly broad expanse of hips, the jutting globular mountains of her succulent ass, or even the great spheres of her breasts; so large were they I could see them from behind, and that with a sports bra compressing their tear-shaped size!"

So, was that how it was going to be today?

Was she happy about the outcome of the meeting? I had no doubt Flavia had informed her sister soon after, and it was a result she had orchestrated.

"There's online chess!" I argued, wanting to enjoy being an irritable dad, moving to fuss my little boy with my face and touch. He was born rather nearsighted like me and needed touch and voice to properly identify people besides his mother. "And online Mahjong, and a bunch of other board games that won't rot away their brain."

"Considering the B-movies you permit them to watch, I think there are greater worries for 'brainrot', as Sabina likes to say, in your movies than any of their video games." Sabina was Magnia's childhood friend and cousin. The eldest child of Flavia's three girls and a boy, and until Luke showed up, her lover. We honestly thought the two of them might try and get married. Despite our traditional views on same sex relationships, and Aura's own dislike of Sabina in general, marrying cousins within the family was not uncommon for my wife's family, the Sebastés.

"They're growing boys. It's best that they get a little bit of variety," I said in a playful defence.

"Mmmm, and I do so bet you enjoy regulating that variety, is that not so? All those nubile, young actresses twirling in B-movie stock, debasing themselves to the patriarchy," she said neutrally, and I felt the jibe that often found its way into our conversations in the last few years.

I laughed as she tried to work herself up to a mock fluster, disguising a part of her envy. It was quite gratifying to be perfectly honest. For whatever reason, no matter how distant we had become, Aura had a burning jealousy when it came to me and other women, fictional or otherwise.

"Well, that vampire romance we viewed a few months ago certainly was no great cause for concern. You didn't see me getting all jealous or offended over the rippling muscles of the werewolf and the vampire."

"And how so the worry, when they are so busy colliding in combat against each other?" She asked with a snide tone. She nudged me aside with her broad hips and superior height, crouching to give Paulie some apple and apricot mix. He giggled and she nuzzled his nose with her freckled own.

"While sweaty and oiled on the kitchen table? Yes, of course, nothing worrisome at all," I joked, a bit miffed at her, though, that was counteracted by the massive round globes bent before me as she attended Paulie.

"Mmmm, well... you benefited from it, did you not?" she asked in a way that hinted at a repeat of that night's conclusion. In that light, perhaps her manipulations were not so bad after all. It was not as if I was good at seducing her anymore in my older age. However, I had to admit to myself that did not excuse my lack of effort. She had jerked me off in the living room those many months ago, turning the lights off, and I had cum on a small tea plate she had retrieved for me as she continued to watch the movie, unaffected by my moaning.

Upon thinking about it a bit more, her inattention had been strangely... exciting. Contrariwise it had enhanced my orgasm more, even the way she had wiped her hand clean with some disinfectant wipes. I remember the next day watching a porno featuring a teenager and her friend who watched the boyfriend jack-off while they giggled and laughed.

My wife blew the stray hair from Paulie's brow before standing to her full Amazon height.

It had been a few months since I tried this, but I came up and hugged her from behind, feeling bold. My 5'3 manlet height squeezing my Juno's voluptuously toned 6'2 form, the top of my head barely reaching her shoulder line. She had a full ten inches on me, a giantess, but few men she dated before me could shake the intimidation of her imposing height, let alone her character. I had never seen her height as an obstacle, but a challenge, and that had enflamed her to me in the past.

One may think having a super tall wife was a disadvantage, but when most men were short to her, me being shorter wasn't that much of an issue. It was rare enough the man who was taller than my wife in her daily life, and she did not like them anyway. She felt they were, ironically, too imposing that she found them to be harassing and offensive!

For a guy who had always walked around self-conscious of his height, Aura had been an incredible balm and confidence boost. It was just another one of many things that had made us compatible in the most unlikely of ways.

I felt a stir in my loins as I nuzzled her thick, crimson hair fashioned into a single skull tight braid, a single lock of hair escaping it. It was that deep red colour between red and purple and it went all the way down her back like a tail. She allowed it to grow an inch every year since her athletic retirement over a decade ago. She wore a slim crown, a circlet of pure gold around the circumference of her forehead, a regalia of her noble Portuguese, Sebasté, blood.

I took a deep breath, allowing the fresh lavender scent to revitalise my senses. I pulled back, and she turned those green, white-flecked eyes on me before leaning down for a dutiful, if brief, kiss. Her naturally heart-shaped lips were puffy and juicy.

I could taste berries; Outside of chicken, my wife was on a pro-vegetable and fruit diet.

"How was your day, husband?" she asked, returning to dinner preparations; I smelled roast.

'Husband' was what she called me when she was being respectful but not especially affectionate. It said a lot that I took that for a good sign. It weighed on me when she just called me 'you'.

"Pretty good," I said, trying to play it cool. I had no doubt she was being agreeable today simply to probe out the results of the meeting. As if she didn't already know... "We had some washouts, but we think we've got some potential brewing. I'm guessing you know about Westcastle, the sprinter, soon to be marathon runner?" I pretended to be unaware of her involvement, but she would know I knew.

"Mmm, yes, Jaz. Jamal's mother, Asali, was fretting about it. This Westcastle is ambitious and turning twenty-seven soon. As such, he is reckless, and acting as all reckless men do."

"Ruining his future?" I wasn't referring to just him, which I think she knew, for she sniffed dismissively.

"Mmmm, risking it, as is often the case with men," she replied, and I thought she was knowingly playing with her words. "In any case, Jamal has been uptight, and Asali voiced her concern to me last week after the M-Theory's dance recital.

"Magnia has been complaining that Asali's been working them pretty hard," I added, thinking of my athletic girl battling it out with Dambrooke's best, a few of her Sebasté cousins thrown in the mix.

"Asali's methods are strict, it is true. However, last month Magnia won the district ballroom dance, and Sabina won the ballet a month before that," She flashed that dimple grin that she had developed upon entering her mature years, with slight crow's feet near her emerald eyes. "That aside, I knew Jamal had difficulties with one of his athletes. He cares for them deeply and he has a good eye for talent."

"Don't we all?" I asked in self-mock distress... at least I hoped it came across as self-mocking. After almost two decades on the job, I knew I was middling at talent recruitment. Management I was better with but that was not where the money was.

"Jamal is young and knows the younger crowd," she said, ignoring my question, taking a pause in food preparation to cup Paulie's cheek. "He is willing to take risks older men do not. What is more, Jamal has proven he has an eye for good talent and a marketable fanbase."

"You're right," I admitted, feeling bad that it was my wife defending Jamal and not me, his senior and mentor. "We all think Westcastle's got the stuff, and the strategy you and your sister came up with is likely to get him on the right path."

"I know," she said, ending the topic with a smile that did not quite reach her green eyes. "Dinner is almost ready; I will need a moment to put this on simmer. I will chime you."

"Okay, want me to set up the table?"

"Mmmm, it really is the boys' turn..."

"It's going to take them a few minutes to get off that 'Raid' of theirs. They can do it on Saturday and Sunday, instead."

She nodded, leaning over to grab a small stick with a silver ball on it before knocking it against a small golden bell by the sink.

With that we headed upstairs, Aura carrying Paulie as easily as if he weighed nothing, Magnia joining us. My daughter barged into the triplets' room, and after a bit of shouting, the blonde boys came to join us as we entered the big family bathroom. We washed our faces, ears and neck, checking the appearance of the others to make sure all were clean.

It was a Sebasté family ritual Aura rarely employed these days... at least not including myself. I always admired it, especially in this day and age when so many families lived in the same house but were often miles apart in mind and spirit.

Thinking on family, we might have stayed married purely for the children, all things considered.

... It was a disquieting thought.

When you become older, however, you understood the realities of the heart, of passion and the true value of a stable relationship, passionless it may be.

I wasn't happy with the idea that I could lose my wife without the children to bind her to me; far from it. But I was realistic enough to know that neither of us were doing too much to keep the fire of love alive.

It wasn't gone, don't mistake me. We still watched films together, we still went out to eat, or went to festivals, but by in large it was with or in service to the children.

Most times either of us had asked the other just to do something by ourselves, we would throw out conflicting obligations, tiredness or just excuses.

I knew what the problem was... I knew most of it came from me, or I exacerbated it. My position in the family was an incredibly difficult thing to accept, and my pride and sense of self-worth resisted it strongly.

And don't get me started on our sex life. We were down to bi-monthly consummation. We were never a couple who had sex every day, not even on our honeymoon. Sex every few days could be considered wild to us, and sex itself was always a short but incredibly sweet affair.

Looking at my sexy wife, towelling her Falco's sandy hair, I wondered where all my lust had gone... and then I thought of my arousal during the embarrassment she put me through, and I was sickened. Even her coyness and double meanings in the kitchen had been thrilling.

We returned downstairs, allowing the boys to finish up their game while I set the table. After that, we met in the small dining room, hugged -though I noticed Aura embrace was shorter with me than the others- and began our meal.

It was a full roast dinner, and my mouth had been salivating for it, among other things...

We chatted about the boring but family bonding things; TV, sports, music and all the great and terrible things happening in a growing child's life. Despite being the main caretaker of the family, only working three days a week -most of that from home- to focus on the family needs, I sometimes felt like a stay at home dad, but despite that the kids had a stronger connection with their mother.

Magnia, soon turning 21, had finished her industrial work placement within Dambrooke, and had moved into their R&D sector. The same sector she had met her fiancé, Luke Rose. She specialised in chemistry and biology. It was her task to trial different compounds and diets for athletes; understanding the effects of pheromones and the chemical process that exercise had on the body when in conjunction with Dambrooke products.

The triplets, Leo, Romeo and Falco, had only just turned 8, but they were very sporty children, jostling with the other kids and often prevailing.

I hoped their genetic father was a tall man.

Thinking of my own past, and the bullies my small height attracted, they needed all the help they could get when they started growing.

And then there was little Paulie who clapped his hands after his mother mouth fed him some apple she had chewed to mush. He was actually a twin -or had been. Aura had always felt guilty for the triplets' birth after the Spike Night, and felt she owed me sons. Even with artificial insemination and modern medicine there was only so much that could be done to compensate for my low virility.

My wife had twins, but his Paulie's twin had not survived birth and talk of further children had ended.

She was happy with our son, regardless of some of the disadvantages he was born with, and I always took heart from his energy.

I tried to smile at Aura throughout the meal, and she gave me brief, if unenthusiastic, smiles in return.

Once finished, we retired to the living room, the children heading off to their own rooms. The triplets had to be in bed by 8 p. m. When she was not staying with Sabina under Flavia's roof, Magnia liked to be in bed by 12, so she did not disturb the others. She put her phone on charge outside her room an hour before so she could go to sleep better. A sensible notion by Luke that now provided her a full night's rest. Aura had been very complimentary despite her reservations with the young man. Even still, Magnia could not wait to get her own place with her fiancé.

Mommy and Daddy, however, curled up on the sofa to relax with a glass of wine, Paulie starting to doze with a full belly. Aura suggested it when usually she might go out for a late-night jog with our boy on her back.

I silently winced at the vintage. Not that it was bad -it was great in fact- it was just not a bottle I could afford.

I rested my head on my wife's shoulder as we watched a documentary on Amsterdam and their unique outlook on sex. Aura had told me she had signed off on Magnia's visit to Amsterdam specifically to study the sexual psychology there... without my consent.

I didn't want to open that can of worms and it was too late to change things anyway, but I needed to talk about our lack of communication soon, but she obviously wanted to hear about my day for once.

"How was work?" I asked, almost not wanting to. It was a constant reminder of the gap between my professional decline versus her incline.

A gap she had increased today.

I couldn't tell which was more arousing: the idea she had intentionally risen at my expense, or my further decline had been an inconsiderate aftereffect of her plan. Little more than an afterthought.

My engorging loins uncomfortably spoke for themselves.

"So-so. Our precocious soon-to-be son-in-law, Luke Rose, resolved the issue regarding the tennis shoes in R and D. There seemed to be strange warping due to sudden kinetic duress. As such, we moved to interwoven stretch material rather than spandex," she said distractedly.

"Doesn't interwoven materials increase production costs?"

"For a single athlete it is fine. Once we trial the domestic addition... well, we shall see."

"How did Luke come up with that fix?" I enquired, already knowing the source of his inspiration. I studied her as she looked outside to our small garden. The sun had all but set, but there was still enough light to enliven her tanned skin, and the feline freckles across her face. Her long eyelashes complimented her half-lidded green eyes framed by high cheekbones; she was one of those rare honey-skinned women whose red blush would be visible upon the cheeks. The golden circlet was a metallic halo around her forehead, disappearing into her thick crimson braid in back, a single lock of magenta-red hair escaping on the left side of her face to caress her upturned-button nose.

Paulie fidgeted in his sleep, frowning to himself as he dreamed. "Hush hush, filhinho." She reached out to place a hand maternally against Paulie's chest settling his fitful sleep into a snooze of loved protection.

I almost forgot to listen to explanation. She was just so beautiful.

"I was out touring the boxing gyms in Dublin," she was saying, "and noticed that the footwork of the more technical boxers resembled that of tennis players; quick, omnidirectional movements. Tennis players do not have the same frequency of starts and stops found in technical boxing. However, in longer games, you will find it adds up. The boxers did not seem to have the same difficulty. I took it upon myself to bring some pairs back to R and D, and Magnia's beau cracked it most expediently."

"Let's hope its sustainable. It would be bad if it failed in the domestic sale, remember the recall two years ago?"

"Talvez," Her full lips frowned, the soft light from the fading sun accentuating them. "I have made the suggestion to Asali that when our high-end sportswomen and men tour, we distribute the prototypes with free trials. They will be a prize in the hosted competitions. We can give free models with the knowledge they are going to be a loss. Even if we should get negative feedback, we will only employ this tactic for experimental footwear; and the people affected may be disappointed, but not angry with a free domestically unavailable prize."

"Clever!" and then, wanting to be helpful to her, I said, "Why not augment it? Get the players to sign the shoes before they hand them out?"

She didn't respond at first, and my stomach tightened. That was a bad sign; it usually meant she was trying to find a nice way to say something harsh.

"I feel it is not so bad an idea... husband. However, I do not think we should risk the players reputation by associating their name on an unproven product. Could you imagine the optics? An Instagram post where a key influencer displays a snapshot of signed sneakers, a tear running through them?" she shook her head, crimson hair shining and burnished.

I grimaced. I should have thought about that and kept my mouth shut.

"Do not worry yourself, Jason." I hated it when she called me by my first name. I never forbade her from doing so; she had rarely done it in the past, but it was only recently that she did. I didn't like the formal, distant effect it applied to our conversations. "It was a good suggestion, and we can develop the idea of signings with a product bearing less risk."

I nodded and fought the urge to remove my head from her shoulder.

It was times like these that our differences started to affect me more and more.

My wife had been a catch... no... no, it was blatant robbery on my part. To say she was out of my league would be an understatement. I was a short man, bespectacled, still with my hair -the line was receding- I wasn't a big eater, but nor did I exercise, so I was a skinny guy with a bit of a gut. Worse, despite my internal protests, I was an older gentleman at 49 years of age.

My wife was very tall, beyond model tall, but with an insanely abundant curvaceousness, packed tight with highly toned form that earned her the nickname of 'Juno'. She used to be a mountaineer, or mountain climber, whom Felix had scouted way back when she was a graduate. She had never wanted to be so at first. She wanted to be a sprinter, but her full voluptuous figure, even with great legs and stamina performance, was unsuited for the competitive scene. One female commentator in a race she won said, "her vulgar body tarnishes the sport" -as if every guy and their grandpa didn't stare at a gymnast's ass more than her performance in the Olympics.

I couldn't privately disagree with them, though. Even her own mother said the women in their family tended to have 'indecent body types', and even for them Aura was at the pinnacle of salaciously copious meat, basted in the most decadent of melting honeys.

Mountaineering was a slightly different beast in physical demand, and the strength of her legs and the muscles found a foothold in the mountain community.

Before Felix scouted her at a mental fitness event, I thought mountaineering to be a forgettable sport. One expedition with her up a mountain later, and I was a collapsed wreck for days.

She may have stopped professionally, but she still went twice a month, often with Magnia, while carrying Paulie on her back. The physical preparation throughout the days to prepare for it was gruelling. Gruelling, but the conditioning showed, as every inch of her erotic curves were reinforced by a robust physique. One feminist magazine had termed her 'Augusta O Superabundante'. She had shut that down, more for the use of her full name rather than the suffix.

She was showing her age, sure; there were slight wrinkles in the corner of her eyes, and her high, freckled cheekbones were at their most prominent, as was the rest of her, and I loved it. But, as she liked to remind me whenever I praised her, 'A fruit was at its ripest just before it spoilt'.

"Are you for bed, Husband?" she asked me.

I suddenly became hopeful; 'ready for bed' wasn't the same as 'ready for sleep'. She called me husband, and that tempered my enthusiasm but didn't kill it.

"If you're okay with that?" I was careful. Between work, the kids, and being the chief provider in the house, my wife was often irritable and tired when I pushed her for sex.

"Mmm, I am, Jaz. I would like to relax with you, and I feel that I have been neglecting things..." I looked up at her to find she was frowning.

"You are neglecting nothing, Aura. Never believe that. It's amazing you find time to have a full job, full training schedule, deal with the kids, make dinner and then have time to just sit and watch a movie with me."

"A Slow week," she said with a shrug, and my eyes quickly snapped down to those full breasts.

"Well, your investigators came through for us. We've got some better prospects lined up; that's for sure. Flavia..." I paused, not wanting to hurt the mood. "Your big sister wanted you to check up on that swimmer we discovered not too long ago."

"Mmm, Charlie Vanderwel?" She queried as she softly rubbed her thumb across Paulie's forehead, careful her long nails did not irritate him.

"The one and only. Did you already know about this one?" There was bite in my voice as I made a stab at the other one, Westcastle, the Marathon man, the one she had cut out my knees to support.

Her motherly expression hardened. She glanced down at me, unimpressed at my petty jibe. "Yes and no. I have not investigated him. I am sorry, Jason. There are limits to my assistance. It is expensive work. Those talents we investigate are not consistently secured by KTA, or they are snatched by a different Agency. A wasted expense that I find difficult to explain to finance. This... arrangement is meant to work by permitting your team to vet candidates with my advanced information, and I, in turn, can pre-emptively start making plans to bring them into Dambrooke's business line. There is a line I am stepping on between investment and embezzlement, and it becomes blurry when KTA fails to deliver."

"I thought so..." I said with regret. It would hurt Cheryl more than me if we could not push Charlie Vanderwal through. She was a young mother, and her husband was jobless, trying to write the next best seller. She needed all the help she could get.

"Then why did you ask?" she almost snapped, and I ducked my head a bit.

She sighed, shaking her own, circlet glittering, and I felt terrible. I had just mentioned how much she was doing for the family and here I was pressuring her with more. Technically, the only one who took a financial, ethical and legal risk in this little setup of ours, was my wife, and by extension our family.

"I'm sorry... husband. Can we not speak about this anymore? I... I want to spend time thinking of other things. I'm tired, Jazihno."

I grabbed her hand and kissed her wedding and engagement rings. That name, "Jazihno,"... it was a precious and rare thing, and I wanted to show how much it meant to me.

"I'm sorry, Aura. Let's head up."

"Thank you, Jaz," she said, kissing my cheek, then she took my hand in her right, and gently lifted Paulie with her left, careful not to wake him, before guiding me upstairs to bed.

We showered separately, not a good sign. Not the 'separately' part. My wife always liked her privacy in the shower with Paulie and never liked showing her body in any case. It's just Aura liked to shower after sex, not before. Not that that was exactly a rule, and there was still a smidgen of hope.

I showered and brushed my teeth thoroughly to her standards.

I came out after her to find her in bed, dressed in a purple satin robe that had been a company present from the lads at KTA. Flavia had decided on the gift, but the others had chipped in for the cost. My heart started beating a bit as I noticed it was fastened under her bountiful chest, giving it shape.

The gods were favouring me tonight. Sex was more likely now, Aura never dressed in her robe unless she planned to have sex with the light on, otherwise she would just be in her pyjamas. Even since I had first had sex with her, she had always covered up during our coupling, even though we almost always had sex in the dark. There were a few times, most times on her birthday, when she would have sex in the nude, but only because she dared herself to.

I checked the clock. Noting the time, and it was a Thursday, which meant I was to make sure the kids were in bed tonight.

Aura was putting Paulie into his cot on the far side of the wall under the window, a few steps from the side she slept on. Another good, sign, she usually preferred him close beside her and would have him in bed with us if it were not for her rolling around in her sleep. Not a few times have I gone to work with a bruise here and there, and that's ignoring the rare sleepwalks she goes on.

I quickly left the room in my pyjamas. I knocked on Magnia's door. Sabina liked to crash out at our place frequently enough that she had a key, and the pair still shared a room since we had none spare, but they seemed happy to do so. She was not here tonight, and maybe that was a sign that her relationship with her mother was starting to repair itself... but knowing those two, I wouldn't hold my breath.

"Come in," I heard Magnia say and I entered.

She was reclined against a pillow, listening to some Buddhist chanting and her eyes were slightly lowered. I was proud she had inherited her mother's long, brush-like eyelashes. She didn't inherit her mother's entire body, but she was not left without some of her mother's beauty. And even some was astounding in its own right.

"Hey girl, getting sleepy?"

"Oh, yes, Dad. It might rain on Saturday." I always loved the little ways children resembled their parents. My wife liked to respond with a deep 'Mmm' in her throat to announce her consideration before speaking. Magnia's 'ohs' were more acknowledgements that she had heard you.

"Is that good?" I asked.

"The R&D division at Dambrooke are studying how people react to different states of the weather. We're trying to get a better sense for what sports people are more likely to see when considering different conditions. We were planning to test for three days of clear weather, but Dame Asali Kimbuna told us not to trust the forecast because her plants reacted as if there would be rain. We got pretty intrigued by all of that, and I've been working there only for a year now, so, the dame told us to come early to show us how the plants change."

"Plants that can tell the weather... though, considering they bloom and wither long before we feel the effects of the changing seasons, I suppose that makes a lot of sense."

"Luke said the same..."

Luke was the fiancé she had planned to cut loose at her mother's suggestion. Obviously, she had strong feelings, and I had my own. Aura had told my daughter to drop him because he was boring... but was I any more exciting?

It was a thought I wrestled with.

"I'm really rooting for you and Luke, Magnia. I know you have had your problems, but it seems he may have changed for the better?"

She sighed. "Yeah, Dad. To be honest, I think Mom was right. Luke is... was a bit of stick in the mud..."

"That sounds like something Sabina would say about me," I teased.

"Only because she got it from auntie Flavia," she quipped, and that reminded me of what happened in the office, and my cock stirred in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"But you chose him in the end, anyway, despite there being other guys?"

She shrugged her shoulders, flowing copper hair cresting them. "Maybe. Mom chose you over other guys, most women do when they commit to marriage... well, unless your Flavia, and most likely Sabina." Her brown, almost orange, eyes narrowed behind her large glasses. "But I'm not like them. I am my mother's daughter, and I am proud of that fact"

"Yeah, I doubt one guy could ever satisfy them, though it seemed a close thing between you and Sabina. I guess you prefer your more stable, boring, vanilla men," I said jokingly, but I had this strange sense for a self-incriminating, self-destructive tinge to me words. words that forced me to reposition myself so that my growing hardon did not become noticeable.

Why had I said that about Luke... and implied the same about myself?

"Talvez..." she looked away, then glanced at me through her glasses, and away again.

I could see a tension in her, and that shyness from when I first came in the house showed itself. What caused it? What was she worried to say to me?

She pulled out her phone, and I caught enough of the number to realise she was texting her mother, but it was completely in Portuguese, which I had little comprehension of vocally, let alone in its written form. Her mother responded, and Magnia looked aside, firming her jaw in a way that brought my hackles up and my small member lengthened. "But... there was this guy. One of Dambrooke's models working in the M-Theory department. kind of an asshole, named Ryan, who was crazy hot. Sabina used to date him, but they broke up after she caught him in bed with auntie Flavia... Sabina's bed." she looked down at her phone a bit her full lower lip. "It was hot, and really bad..." she licked her lips, and I looked away, but my heart was hammering at the idea of Sabina's boyfriend cheating on her with her mother in her own bed. If my dick could speak, it would assure my daughter she was not wrong. "I think about him a lot, but he was mean to me one time, and even worse with Luke. But my thoughts keep returning to him. Sabina had said the same when she was with him, but I didn't get it til' now"

I swallowed, unsure. My daughter was always surprisingly candid with her old man, no doubt an influence of her Sebasté relatives. I could still recall the time when Sabina had, at Flavia's drunken insistence, challenging told me how she had lost her virginity. Magnia had stared wide eyed, and Aura had looked dismissive, she had a fairly low opinion of Sabina anyway.

"That's probably the 'I can fix them' urge," I told her. "You wrote about it on that paper you did on 'Romances and Athleticism'. You said it happens to a lot of people in the sporting world."

"Yeah... I guess. I'm just... he's exciting and fresh, and the way he treated my fiancé was out of line. He said he was a beta-boy. That's stupid. Luke has way better grades than Ryan could ever manage. I mean, he's just a... a- a model... and Luke is a scientist."

"But he still interests you?" For some crazy reason, I felt my crotch tightening further.

"Oh... I don't know. We all kind of laughed in the lab when Ryan said that. I thought I was laughing at Ryan, because it was so dumb, such a jock thing to think is cool, but Luke's face got to me somehow."

"As in, it made you sad?" My breathing had changed as my oblivious daughter continued, the chant calming her to drowsiness.

"No... and that's what I don't get. Just... like there was something about it I enjoyed, or that made me think -constantly think- of Ryan. Ryan, not Luke. Now, when I think of Luke, when I look at him, and he meets my eyes, and I can tell he's thinking about when Ryan embarrassed him in front of me..." she chewed her lips, looked at her phone, shook her head. "I just can't stop thinking about Ryan. That's why Mom was right in the end. I don't think Luke is boring... but I shouldn't be getting hot for a jock when I should be getting hot for my fiancé instead." She became silent as the chanting continued.

"It uhh, doesn't sound like you lost interest, considering you said yes to his proposal."

My daughter closed her eyes and made a face between disgust and confusion. "We came, or rather, he came up with an arrangement that I want to try... but I'm not sure how to move forward with, especially without Sabina. And the M-Theory route might lead me to Ryan, and screw that beefcake. And yet... I feel as if a part of my new interest in Luke could be because I like thinking of his embarrassment... which is something Sabina might do but me...?"

"You could be," I pushed for some reason.

"Oh, I don't think so. Mom would never do that, and I am my mother's daughter, and mother would never do that to you."

I swallowed, frozen there with a hard-on I couldn't explain, did not want to even think about.

The music slowly faded out, and my daughter turned on her side, away from me.

"Can you turn off the lights, Dad?"

"Yes, Babygirl," I said, slowly backing out, flipping the lights off. "Goodnight, Lovey-dove."

My daughter chuckled deeply, and the idea it was mocking zapped my cock before I suddenly got a hold of myself

"Goodnight, Dad."

>++++++++++++++*++++++++++++++++<

Chapter 1: Scene 3 - A Lady's Chamber

>Jason Winters<

I shut the door behind me, fixing the collar of my PJs, a small smattering of sweat starting to appear on my brow, fogging my glasses.

I walked to the triplets door, but I could see there was no light escaping from within. I slowly opened it, peeking in, but thankfully, the boys weren't trying to surf the net this late at night. I had a kill switch in place on their computer after 9 anyway.

I moved away, but before walking back through to the master bedroom, I tried to collect myself.

I'm not exactly sure what motivated the arousal to my daughter's story about her fiancé being bullied. And I also had no idea what to think about her possibly liking it... and the idea I might have liked that she liked it.

I felt bad for Luke, and Magnia's feelings for him changing in such a direction filled me with a subtle anxiety. Images of the two laughing girls at the masturbating boyfriend coming to mind again. Girls of an age with Sabina and Magnia...

'I am my mother's daughter..."

"Shit," I cursed, surprising myself. I wasn't one for profanity, even though I loved hearing it from others. It was interesting when others said it, but I felt it was strange when I did. Maybe my fears of being boring were well-founded.

Was I funny... Yes, I was. I could joke with the best of them, and many times in the past I could make my wife roar in laughter.

Was I interesting...

I had been, when I was bouncing from talent to talent, travelling to major press events, interacting with industry leading athletes, engineers, doctors and trainers.

Thinking on it, back then, I was the only access my wife had to a world that had rejected her for her body. Now... I was still an input, still a man who discovered new talent, but now she had access to the same with resources I couldn't match... and I spent most of my week playing house dad to our four children, Paulie at his mother's side even at work.

Had I grown more boring, or had her world become more exciting? And what happened as her career gained momentum, and the excitement increased? What happened to my already diminishing value in her eyes then?

I shook my head and stepped inside the bedroom to be greeted with the sound of Aura cooing a lullaby to Paulie.

"Mmm, are the children asleep?" She asked me without looking up from Paulie as she carefully placed a small woollen cap, she had knitted herself, onto his sleeping head, rocking the crib. Despite being a modern woman, my wife was traditionally feminine when it came to her children.

"Yep. All tucked in. That chanting track that Magnia has is effective stuff."

My wife smiled, and unlike many smiles for me recently, this one reached her eyes with light. "She should like it; she listened to it when she was still in the womb."

"Is that what you listened to while I was at work during your pregnancy?"

"Mmm, talvez. It came with a magazine that featured yoga, before women subordinated it to the sexual fantasies of men."

"Speaking of men, do you know what is happening between Magnia and Luke? I can't tell if she is drifting closer to him or further away," I enquired, my cock feeling heavy with loaded questions.

"If you paid more interest to her romantic life perhaps she would be more forthcoming," Aura admonished, and I scratched the back of my head, guilty as my dick started to become harder again. "Luke and Magnia are at a critical point in their relationship. They understand what they must do to move forward, but they are scared to do it."

"I thought Sabina would be on hand to help them. She and Magnia have always been close, in modern ways, I suppose. She mentioned that M-Theory department in Dambrooke could somehow help?"

"They need to move ahead with their relationship on their own terms. Sabina muddies now. And the less that can be said in this house about M-Theory, the better."

I thought about that a little as I moved to my side of the bed, turning off the lights but keeping the bed lamps on. I slipped into the covers and rested back against the cushion. It might seem strange, but I was never offended or worried when she made comments and arguments against men. She never included me in that derision, and it actually made me feel safer in our relationship knowing that she could be so casual about it with me as opposed to other men. My only real concern was how Magnia was starting to take note of it more and more.

"Aura?"

"There, there, menininho," she purred to her infant. "Yes, Husband?"

"Do you want to... you know?"

"I expected you would ask," she said, smoothing down Paulie's bib before turning to me with her magnificent stately physique dwarfing mine in her hourglass hugging satin robe.

"You did?" I replied, turning to her in surprise.

My mature burnished-skinned wife smiled at me sadly, reached out to stroke my face with her long nails.

"We've grown old, have we not, Jazihno?" Her smile was tired, weary and calm.

That name sent a tingle through me. The first time she called me that was on our wedding night.

Feeling familiarity fortify me I capitulated to reality. "I suppose... I suppose I can't deny I'm getting on a bit."

"What hair dye are you using?"

I blinked and chuckled, embarrassed she knew my little secret. "JustForMen..."

"You do not want to try the grey, the refined look?"

"I would if I could, but that takes a certain level of acumen, and I've never been the most masculine of guys, you got to admit," I replied off kilter, resettling my round glasses on the bridge of my nose.

"Compared to?" she cocked her head, fluttering those long eyelashes at me. I swallowed. "Athletes who train themselves night and day for their entire lives? By that measure, most men are not masculine, which would not be a bad thing by itself," she said lightly as she tousled my thinning hair with the long fingers. Her golden talons brushing my scalp in such a way that shocked a bolt of lightning down my spine as I craned my head up to look at my Juno.

"I just don't think the look works on me and... I find it tough to know I'm ageing, whereas you don't."

For once, my wife laughed loud and richly. I had missed the way her crimson braid would whip as she threw back her head and showed off that strong, shapely neck. She slowly eased onto the bed, the lavish weight of her statuesque body jostling me a bit as parts of her kept moving when she had stopped.

"Oh, Jaz. If only you knew what it is to be one of us. In my youth, I could run circles around the gym before climbing a mountain. Now..." she looked down at her ripe and juicy body in distaste. "Now I am competing against women who can run for hours, who break little more than a sweat to then only stream it online. And despite the misogynistic gazes I endure, it kills me to keep pace with them."

Ignoring that was probably a massive exaggeration -three times a week Aura sprinted in the morning for two hours at 5 a. m. sharp with Paulie on her back, worked till 9 to 12, did another hour of intensive workout at the in the gym in her office, before doing another two hour marathon after work to then finally arrive at the local gym she was beating herself up about-... ignoring all that, I focused on the point of the masculine attentions.

"That might be true, but you're obviously not thinking about the reverse."

"Como?" she tilted her head, the night lamp revealing the copper colouring in her burgundy, crimson hair and setting her circlet afire. My wife had a tendency to speak in Portuguese unconsciously... a language I could barely understand because of how rare it was.

"You probably don't think about it, but any woman competing against you in the gym is going to be intimidated. Your entire body is toned, you have a faint six pack, to top it all off, it's all in service of containing and defining your insane curves: you're Junoesque, Aura. I know you always hated how your body limited your prospects, and the sexism of guys looking at you -but you have to admit most women wouldn't kill for a sprinter's body, but they would for yours."

She leaned back, in open, silent shock.

She blinked and then smiled at me.

"I had plans for manual sex, tonight..." she said with a flick of an eyebrow. Her green, ice-chipped eyes regarded me, and a slim smile appeared on her dappled face. My gut clenched and hands squeezed into fists.

A rush of boiling blood pumped through my body. You're on, old man! I thought to myself as I tried to hold down the building smile.

She settled underneath the covers, resting against the headboard before reaching into the bedstand to pull out a book titled, 'Deception. How to war upon the patriarchy'. I was confused by this sudden switch to disinterest and disappointment settled in my gut. She brought two long nails to her bruised, full lips, licked them with a wet tongue and turned the page.

Jesus Christ!

I licked my lips, and my wife, without looking at me, slowly licked her own; that thick tongue languidly soaking those red puffy petals as she glanced into my eyes, stars in her green ones. Waiting...

"I think-ummm," I began, hoping I had read he cryptic hint. I had forgotten how coy she needed herself to be when it came to entertaining a man's seduction without justifying his objectifications. Another mark upon our distance. "Wh-what really sets you apart -what those girls work themselves to death to compete with- is all the attention you must get." I had only been to her gym once to deliver bottled milk she had forgotten, not four weeks after Paulie's birth and she already returned to her intensive workout. Even then, with an infant beside his sweaty mommy, I had noticed the glances and outright stares of men and women. A guy had even knocked me to the ground, spilling the milk out of my hand, to better watch her undulating curves on the stairmaster.

"The other women enjoy their fair share of looks..." she demurred, shaking her head. "The lengths women go to for men who will cast them aside once they are through with them..."

"Fair share, but the vast majority?" I asked, cutting through her political views. She turned away, abashed, trying not to show any pleasure at my implications. "I think you know it too. You could train in a private room, but I think you don't because you want to show off to everyone that no matter what critics might say about your figure, no one can doubt the hard work you put into it. And people might act cute and talk about professionalism and the dignity of the sport, and aerodynamics, and so on and so forth, but there is less revealing sportswear that athletes could wear. But they don't because, sexually or otherwise, we all appreciate the human form at its best. And there is no better human form than yours."

My wife dove in for a deep kiss, her long tongue flirting with mine, and my twitching penis drummed out a war beat to match my heart.

She pulled back, eyes alight.

She glanced away, and I studied her honey-skinned, dappled face in awe as she quickly composed herself within seconds. Not a hair, but her single lock, out of place.

She focused on her book again, and almost a full minute and a page turn passed -my dick burning between my thighs, before she looked at me, raising her chin in haughty challenge. Her heart-shaped mouth parted, and I could see the moist heat dampen those rosy lips in expectation.

"Not to mention... your body. My God." I swallowed, this was dangerous, objectifying ground, but the incredible courage a hardon could manifest in a man was not to be easily cowed. "I don't mean to be crude, Aura. You know I respect women and the movement to replace objectification with respect, but you know your body is incredible. Your long strong legs, your full bottom and even fuller breasts., your flat abdomen, those incredibly expansive hips and the toned definition defining it all... and beyond all that is your face." I stared mesmerised by her olive skin, covered in little freckles like some proud leopard's coat, making her look feral and aristocratic simultaneously. The pinnacle Portuguese Latina "You pull off the refined look so well that it should be made into a statue. Juno herself. Your high cheekbones, your green eyes with chips of ice in them like stars; your crimson hair so deep it looks almost purple, and sunlight tanned, dappled skin and those full, heart-shaped lips. Every part of you is au natural, and women across the globe throw away truckloads of cash to try and reach the same perfection but always miss the mark."

Her left hand reached out, trailed lines down my chest, her sharp claws stressing her desire through my pyjamas. She batted her eyelashes at me, saying nothing as she stared deep into my eyes. she purred, her excitement invigorating. There were embers rising in her eyes, making my mouth dry.

I took a bit of a spicy chance, allowing the dark and humiliating arousal of the day to inform my next words.

"And those men," I cleared my throat, allowing my dick to talk for me as I let the fantasy run away, off its leash. "They must see you in your tracksuit, they must stare at your heaving chest in disbelief. So big, so round, and all contained in a sports bra, compressing their size. How their eyes must wander as your breasts shake, lift and fall; they must see the weight of them in their monumental motion and lose their minds. And your bottom, the great 'bubble butt' that is all the rage these days. You were rocking a pair of those long before it was hip with the younger crowd, and it's still world-class today. Firm, round and abundant. You must hypnotise them silly when you're on the stairmaster."

She leaned forward, and then she shocked me by licking my face from chin to cheek, with that long salacious tongue of hers. Again, she said nothing, but the intensity of her gaze had my heart pounding in my ears by the force of it. she all but growled, her hand reaching for my leaking hard-on.

"They-uuhhh, must dream of it at night... I... I wouldn't be surprised if they masturbate themselves off."

"Mmm, masturbate... do you mean wank?" she asked, blowing the hot words into my ear.

I gasped, mouth a gape as I stared into her feline eyes.

I had never heard her use such a word, she felt profanity to belong to that of a potty mouth. What little use I had of it before I met her disappeared soon after. It was shocking to hear my feminist, mature businesswoman of a wife use such a vulgar word.

"Diga," she commanded, and for some reason -even without understanding exactly what she had said, I was compelled to obey. And like hearing of my daughter's faithless callousness, I liked it.

"They-they wank off to you. A lot. They must do it every time they see you. It's a good thing you practice in those no-camera zones; otherwise, you'd be world famous by now."

"For the bad... wrong reasons," she breathed deeply, the low rumble tickling my balls.

"Sexy reasons," I countered, my voice soft and strained.

"Go on," she almost complained impatiently as she slowly began stroking me. She edged away a little to bore a heated glare into my eyes.

"How those girls must hate you. You should be old, frumpy, getting on in your years, and yet you're the height of female strength and fertility. That's a thought- those young, virile guys probably thought you were the most breedable woman there, with these flaring hips, matronly bosom and juicy bottom. I bet they'd sign their life away to impregnate your starving womb."

She leaned forward to kiss me deeply, fishing me penis out of my PJ bottoms before she began stroking off my almost 5-inch penis. Those soft fingers easily fitting my full length in her gasps, the firmness of her hold causing me to suck in a breath of final delight. She nipped my ear, a rare thing for her. I almost yelped, but I took the hint.

"Your lovely bottom and bosom," I began.

"My meaty ass and bloated tits," she said as she bathed my ear with hungry licks, scintillating sensations travelling down the back of my neck that made me shiver.

"What?"

"That's what I hear those misogynists whisper. They say 'what a juicy fat ass on her' or 'look at those massive fucking tits'. Diga!" She commanded in my ear, and I did as I was told, my cock flexing at her force, and she gripped it, twisting it slightly in a display of control that made my prostate tremble.

"They'd want to sink their hands into your-your huge tits and juicy... ass," I said with horny uncertainty, but she must have loved it because she kissed me again.

I was used to my wife's brief bouts of command in the house. Before the debacle of the Spike Night, she generally consulted me or at least picked my brain about things before coming to a decision. That was not to say I did not notice a certain level of secretiveness, sometimes outright duplicity, in Aura, though, all the women on her side of the family were like that.

At first, I was resistant to her tone and commands in the house which sometimes led to fights. She became worse after a rough argument, but I couldn't really say that she ever did anything that was not in response to my own growing inadequacy.

As her left hand joined her right, gripping my balls firmly in an unfamiliar but excitingly pleasant way, I thought back to how she had used me today to promote Jamal's candidate, formulating a plan with Flavia without ever discussing it with me. It had been an excellent plan, to be sure. I was not a good liar, and my general ignorance made the play even more genuine.

And yet...

"I bet those muscle-headed jocks wouldn't allow anyone to get in their way to have you... not even me," I whispered as she watched me, growing breathless as her lips parted. "I bet they would walk all over me right in front of you and you couldn't -wouldn't- stop those virile specimens from taking you."

"Jaz... so bad," she moaned, grabbing my hand and moving it to her immense spheroids encased in magenta satin. My hand fell on her areolae, they were large, more than four inches in diameter. They were so swollen and puffy they stood up from her extensive chest like small fat crests, I could literally feel the full pebbles on the surface through the robe. I couldn't feel her nipple, hers were inverted and she only worked them out to nurse Paulie due to the pain it caused, but I loved them all the same.

I fumbled with the lovely mass over her robe as she brought my other hand down and in between her thighs. Without even reaching her sex, I could tell she was wet. My fingers slid through her damp, trimmed bush of crimson red hair before reaching her clitoris. The full button made her moan into my mouth as she kissed me, and I groaned in excited response.

It had been years since we had been this hot for each other; holy hell.

"I bet they'd take you in front of me, but you would be too delirious to care. All pent up after years neglected by me, you'd need real men in your body. Sexist, uncaring men. Men who can give your body the workout it deserves!"

"Inside me! Now! Inside!" she cried, and I was worried she would wake the kids, but I covered her lips with mine and fell on top of her, her strong, powerful arms and legs wrapping around me, her grandiloquent form encapsulating my meagre one, waiting for me to enter her. I glanced at the nightstand where the lube was kept. "No need! Mete! Mete, Jaz!" Her voice was hoarse, but I gladly placed my small cock at the entrance to her meaty vagina. "No! Stop. The condom." I was relieved, I had almost forgotten. Like an old hand, I reached into my drawer, sensing Aura working herself to keep the fires burning. I pulled one out, pinched the tip, and slipped it on.

"Ai! Vem, Jason. Vem, vem, now!" and without further ado, I was in.

Her vagina snapped shut over my small member and I had to hold myself still. Never had I felt her so tight, almost painfully so, on my dick. I gasped, staring wide-eyed at the incredible pleasure. The moist slickness coating my penis in velvet, her liquid honey sliding out of the tight vaginal fit and into my scant pubes. The heat of her secretions made my stomach roll before her deep scent finally reached my nostrils, injecting my mind with the mature wine of a ripened wife.

"You can start moving," Aura said after settling, and I started going slow, in and out, until my high-society life partner suddenly slapped me on my bottom. I yelled out, caught unaware. I glanced at Paulie who was making small little snoring sounds before another smack from Aura struck me, and then she grabbed my jaw and turned me back to the task at hand. Despite my surprise my hips knew what to do, and I began my little rutting into her immense and bountiful body dwarfing mine.

It was tough going with how tight she was, but whenever I slowed down, she would give me a light smack on my bottom with a 'swahp!' She had done that before, in the past, for fun when we were having that conversational, funny sex that only comfortable couples could manage in the dark.

This time, however, there was more urgency. A seriousness unfamiliar to our bed but no less exciting.

"Are you enjoying this, Husband? Do you enjoy the body, as you put it, that all those pig-headed men want?" She asked me, watching my expressions and reactions carefully, a slight suspicious disbelief to her eyes.

I couldn't blame her. What husband, what man, should get off on the idea that other men, more sexually virile men, wanted their wife? But I wanted her to be immersed in this, the same as me. I wanted that connection I had been missing for so long, even in this. "Yes -swahp!- yes! I love your body! You're amazing, Aura. -huff huff- You're bad too -swahp!- Ah-Hnnngh! You are! You tease those men with this sinful body of yours, knowing that you're making those girls look bad. You go to the gym just to show off and show them up!"

My wife switched hands, placing her right hand at the back of my head to bring me down to her cleavage, her bloated areolas pressing into my chest.

"Do you find pleasure in my bad behaviour?" She asked in a slightly breathless but no less wondering tone.

"Uh -Swahp!- Yes! I think I do!" The hand she was using to urge me on had her three rings on them, and they left a delightful sting.

"And this -Swahp!- do you find pleasure in this?" her voice was almost conversational, like a doctor, but the disparity in her voice versus what we were doing just made me hard as iron. "You should not," she admonished, and my ass clenched at her tone. If I had a tail to wag... "A wife should not do things like this to the man of the house, the man she should respect -Swahp!- and he certainly should not like it!" she almost growled, and my eyes widened at the uncharacteristic ferocity.

Where was all this coming from? I wondered.

I increased my speed, my speech robbed from me as she held me fast, burying my face in breastflesh.

I pulled back in a giant gasp for air.

"The pain keeps the edge off. I-I can go for longer. This is so-SWAHP-... Hah!" I said, laughing, and she smiled awkwardly at me before a deep chuckle followed. We were rediscovering a passion, if temporarily, that we had lost.

"Mmmm, what else, husband -Swahp swahp- are there other things you should not like that I should not do?" I was scared to share more, but my cock certainly wasn't. Her eyes flashed at my hesitancy, sweat dripping down my face onto her voluminous cleavage, pale from a lack of tanning the rest of her golden bronze skin enjoyed. I saw her jaw clench and her neck flex and her eyes smouldered. "Papo reto, Jason. Vc tá cagando? Are you worried I will hate it... or... or... Vc tá pensando que vou odiar ou adorar?" I couldn't stop biting my lip before her emerald scrutiny, and my dick gave a herculean jerk for its small size. I wasn't sure about that last part, but it sounded like an ominous question in her honeyed contralto. "Tell me..." But I said nothing, and her eyes narrowed for a moment. "I said, Me diga, porraaaah!" she uttered the last word with a growl so powerful that it rumbled in her breast, through my chest to reverberate throughout my prostate causing my ass to clench and my dick to jolt.

Good God! Her words, and accent and voice were boiling my balls. I couldn't take it.

"The meeting!"

"What meeting, Jason?" her brow knitted, confused as she examined me, intensity abated some.

I was tight-lipped as my hips started to slow in her melting honey pot. I closed my eyes for a moment to hide in the sensation as her vagina made those subtle, unconscious twitches. My prostate would jerk in response, the ever-building buildup of climax making the exquisiteness of Aura's love canal even more vivid.

SWAHP!

"At work, at the Agency," I almost wailed as she shocked me out of her divine pleasures.

"What of it?" She quirked an eyebrow as my thrusts slowed again. She had enough of my inconsistent performance and so delivered a vicious slap to my ass-SWAHP- "What of it!?"

"The way you used me..."

She was puzzled, so puzzled that she glanced away, blinking a few times before her eyes widened in an amazed realisation, and then a confused but intrigued smile dimpled her cheeks.

Had she actually screwed me over unintentionally? My penis was twitching like mad, the video of the laughing girls and the masturbating boyfriend echoing in my mind.

"How did I use you?" she finally asked, looking back to me as if seeing me for the first time.

I gulped dryly.

"The plan you and Flavia made. You knew that I was building up Dylon, I wanted him for the agency-Sw-Swahp-, -huff huff huff gasp- but you worked with your sister to make sure Jamal's client got picked-SWAHP-. You didn't put my files in-SWAHP SWAHP SWAHP- Arrrrhggugh! -huff huff- You knew how I would react, so that's why you removed the files-SWAHP-SWHAP Huumf! SWAHP huff-... and you knew! Ooooun-ghah- you could get away with... with..."

She stared at me as I pumped into her, staring at my pleasure, and self-doubt and erotic madness. Her expression never changed as she studied me like an insect, taloned long-fingered hand striking my bottom flaming raw; it was indiscernibly hot, almost as hot as her molten sex turning my penis into soup.

"... and if I did know? that I could get away with it?" She sounded more interested than challenging.

"That's so bad -ungh!- but it's so sexy, Aura! -swahp- oh AURA!" I squinted at her, barely hearing my son make soft but disturbed noises in his sleep.

"That I undermined you or that I hid it?" she cocked her head a bit, almost like she could not hear what she was believing, and I had a worry she would see me... like the woman in that cheating video, how the Ex had derided the loser nerd husband and the lack of protest from the wife.

Aura had yet to admit anything herself; said nothing to confirm my horny accusations... but her actions, the slapping at certain points, her unconscious speech in Portuguese...

And now Aura's disbelief was starting to turn into a glare.

SWAHP!

I arched my back into her at the vicious blow, and it felt like my heart gasped in unbelieving delight. My ass sent shooting jolts of pain racing down my clenching butt to war with the bliss in my prostate. She wanted an answer and now.

"I don't know! both, I guess. -GASP- Uhh-arrgh! It's new to me, but it's had me excited," I admitted, voice straining, eyes tearing as I squinted in the pain of my confessional humiliation and the uncompromising pleasure it fed into my heat trapped penis. What sinful, delightful pleasure!

"It was hot in the meeting -SWAHP SWAHP SWAHP-?" She must have known what I meant. She must have known! but she was being deliciously callous; dragging the exact definition out of me with pain and pleasure, getting me to word my unnatural arousal out in the open. And all the while, she could use my penis as barometer for my psychological sincerity that later words could not hide.

She reached down with her left hand and squeezed my beaming ass tight, and I drooled into her fleshy valley as a long groan escaped me, the sounds of Paulie's mewling picking up.

Her right hand came down as she peered into my face -SLAHP-, and I couldn't help but yelp. Paulie's whimpers at the noise grew louder but Aura ignored him. Eyes only on me.

I tried to twist away but she squeezed my left butt cheek harder and struck my right faster until I abated to her dominance. "No-yes- uuuh! I can't help it! -Huffhuffhuff- thinking about how everyone must have known I had been duped by my own wife-SLAHP SLAHP SLAHP-!" I panted, pain or pleasure in my voice, I could not say with Aura's vagina methodically milking away my sanity. She was administering such an intense erotic interrogation to me.

"And yet you found yourself aroused while it was happening?" Her face neutral but her voice incredulous... but her hands rubbed my steaming asscheeks in unconscious approval. The receding strikes on my bottom would hopefully allow Paulie to settle down as well.

But the meaning of her actions... were beyond me.

"I... I... yes," I panted out, my sweat dribbling down into her deep cleavage, her legs squeezing my hips before she expertly used those powerfully toned thighs of thunder to help me with my thrusting. Holy crap, what a woman!

"And you like the fact I embarrassed you?" Her voice, again, quizzical, out of touch with her amazonian assistance of my love making. Slowly, but surely, she was taking over the pumping of my hips, with her own legs, her motions steadier, commanding and unrelenting, like a steam engine powering through. I could not fathom all the muscles at work that enabled her to do this, but the short attempt to imagine it left me dizzy in erotic fever.

I looked up at my giantess, knew inside her mind the gears were whirling off the flywheel. I loved my wife, but she was not always trustworthy, but it seemed over time I had grown to enjoy it in some way, and I think she was realising the same. And it was terrifyingly exciting where that could lead.

Her eyes moved from my left one to my right, back and forth. Her breathing had evened out and she slowly settled back against the pillow and headboard. "Very well, Jaz. This has been... enlightening, in its way, and it was interesting and hot, as you have been putting it." She smirked, trying to take the edge off of any doubt in her face and voice. "But I think I'll need to be a bit more considerate from now on. Finish, Jazihno. finish like I know you're desperate to."

She released her hold on my hips, returning to me my meagre old man's masculinity. I sped up with a groan, closing my eyes as she whispered to me those familiar, almost forgotten, love-making words.

"Bring it home, Jazihno, bring it all home to me, meu amor!"

Her hands caressed my shoulders before opening up my PJs. The nails of her fingers licked across my chest, which sent tantalising shivers through my torso; my hips shook in a discordant staccato at the effect.

"Ai. Sim. Right there. Right there, right there. Harder, Jaz. Faster, more, more!"

I was doing my darndest to pump and pump, and pump away into her burning snatch. She was rushing me to finish, as was her way when bored, but she always knew the commanding tone helped. I marvelled at how expertly her love canal tightened around me when I was balls deep before letting me go as I pulled out. I gasped. Exhaustion warred with the ever-building pleasure of the climax.

"Finish for me, finish for me, husband! Finish!"

I cried out as I shot myself into the condom, her warm walls flexing around my little shaft, milking my thin seed from me with mechanical, almost indifferent, efficiency; watching my face as if she was looking at the clouds. That nearly nonchalant look, putting down my efforts as my small stature and old age robbed me of vigour, produce additional, but far more powerful, bursts of cum from me. So intense it was! I cried out under her calm, dissecting regard.

She engaged with me then; kept kissing my cheek, stroking my back as my body strove to drive my last spurts into her, carefully helping me down from the peak of pleasure into the familiarity of a man in his wife's arms.

I all but deflated, my head resting on those full, robed mammaries I had come to love. Her strong arms wrapped around me as we mellowed in a way we hadn't for months.

I rested there for a time, Aura stroking my hair and back in a soothing manner. Paulie had drifted back to sleep even with all the effort I had put into reaching my climax.

I listened to her heartbeat as my post orgasm fog faded and the clarity of what we had actually been talking about emerged. A slight panic started to take hold as I realised the implications of my words, and what that would say about me in her eyes.

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Chapter 1: Scene 4 - True and Just

>Jason Winters<

"Aura..."

"Mmm?"

"That was..."

"Unusual, irregular, uncommon?" She offered, sliding out of bed to finally check on Paulie.

I was too scared to pick one or the other, so all I could say was, "Yes."

She chuckled, as she wiped her hands with baby wipes, and I took heart from that if nothing else.

She came back to join me in bed, wrapping me in her arms.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, holding onto her, but not too tight to seem desperate or possessive, enjoying the feel of her toned muscles and curvy fullness outmatching the embrace of my arms.

"I am. What of you, Jazihno? It was not my intention to hurt you. Flavia was tasked with leading that meeting, and to make it clear that Jamal's sprinter, Westcastle, would be the choice for KTA. I understood your reasoning for that archer of yours, but neither Dambrooke nor I would have invested in him, regardless if he had KTA backing or not. " she told me, but she didn't sound upset or guilty... nor did she apologise, which felt hot to me for some reason; my deflated penis still jerked inside her vacuum tight walls, and no doubt she felt it. "No matter how well he did, archery equipment is a low seller. Many non-sports specific businesses sell the equipment as hobby items. If you had... researched Dambrooke's markets, you may have come to that understanding by yourself." She said after a pause, placing a hand on my head. I grit my teeth, bitter at my poor effort. "Are you well, Jaz?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Aura..." What was she thinking about right now? What did the things I had revealed mean to her? What did she think as my cock twitched whenever she made note of my failings. "Was it too much? What I said? I'm sorry. I was just trying to add a little spice to the night, I didn't mean to say those things," I said hurriedly, obviously lying but hoping she would allow me an out.

"I am not sure where to begin, Husband, or if I should. We have never taken to fantasy or roleplay, and I feel for good reason," was her neutral response. "On a more important note; what do you mean by you did not mean it? You find my body to be undesirable? That it indeed should not compete with others?" She asked very darkly, a slight menace in her voice. I looked up to see her narrowed green eyes directed to the ceiling, hooded by her thick eyelashes, waiting dangerously for my response.

Crap...

"That's not what I meant, Aura! I was referring to what I had said about... I did mean what I said about how sexy you are, and how jealous the girls must be of you, and how every guy wants you."

She rolled us onto our side before placing her head on mine.

"That is something, at least." she muttered, and I could feel the distance growing again as the warmth from her bosom began to warm my face.

"That's it, just 'something'?" I wondered aloud. I then noticed that my wife's skin was smooth of her own sweat. It was the usual, but it was not exactly saying much for my performance, let alone the fact she had driven most of it herself. "Do you want me to finish you off?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

She sighed, frustrated and tired. "I have had enough sexual excitement for one night, thank you. It was at my leisure, now."

Leisure: That was our term for sexual bonding instead of sexual climax or passionate lovemaking. Aura was comfortable taking her leisure; she never asked for sex for herself, she didn't get much out of intercourse, but she liked my oral attentions, and she relied on me to notice when she needed relief, unless she took care of it herself. Or I believed she did. Never in my life had I ever seen, heard or found evidence of my wife's masturbation, if she did it at all.

"Did I upset you, Aura? I didn't mean to accuse you of being mean to the other gym goers."

"Let it lie, Jaz. Let us not trouble ourselves with it. It was nice, and..., I concede, wild to think about, despite the subject matter. I did feel myself heated by it, though, I am uncomfortable thinking of what that says about my beliefs," she said softly, patting my hair to take the blame out of her words.

"But... I mean -should we do more of that? Just experimenting? Should I say more of that in bed? You seemed to like it a lot."

She was silent, and I could hear her breathing change as she thought about it more. I was completely fine waiting, what with her abundant bosom stuck in my face.

Or should I call them tits...?

"I feel... I am not sure I liked it for what it was," she paused again, and I could tell she was nervous to continue. "Or... if I was just starved for praise."

I pulled my head back to look into her bemused gaze with guilt. Inadequacy and husbandly self-disappointment in my heart.

"Awww, crap. I'm sorry, Aura. Have I been that bad recently?"

Those long, thick eyelashes lowered over her deep green emeralds, obfuscating the true meaning that could be seen within them. "You yourself mentioned neglect..."

She had me at that, and I blinked at her. It had been a Freudian slip of my horny mind.

I had been pulling away over the last few years or so for reasons that were too selfish and unfair to admit. My wife paid for all our meals and nights out, trips with the kids, new clothes, new cars, new gits. She could afford the new and fresh, whereas I could just about keep the lights on in our house.

It was foolish, and behind the times in a day and age where career women were respected, empowered and celebrated. It was childish of me to resent her success in comparison to my stagnancy. And yet, I did, subconsciously, and so I pulled away... towards porn, and masturbation and now these strange forms of arousal bleeding into my work and family life.

And I had hurt my wife and maybe my marriage in doing so.

"I've been awful, Aura. I've been pulling away for pathetic reasons. It's nothing you've done. It's what I've been doing or haven't been doing. I just... I want to be the provider to our family again," I finally admitted, a great pressure building in my skull in anticipation of her scorn.

"And what is so wrong with a woman as the family's provider?" She asked stiffly; affronted, offended and hurt, and in turn, I felt self-disgust.

"Nothing, Aura!" I was desperate. "But I promised you I would take care of our family, that I would provide for you. I made that promise when I proposed that day. And I said the same to your father when I shook his hand. He made me reaffirm that promise again on his last day in the hospital. Even your mother respected that, if nothing else. And I'm not doing that, you are. And I'm being ridiculous instead of supportive..."

The room was quiet. She had stopped stroking my body, but her hands remained.

"Thank you for being honest with me, Husband. I know my views can be... relentless at times, and I appreciate that you bear with me."

"I'm sorry..."

"You must stop this flaccid apologising, you are a grown man, Jason. And, while we are here, do not ever apologise for being honest with me. In the office, I am oppressed by the machinations of my mother from above, my sisters and their silly nature from the sides, and Asali's standards from below. I do not want that here. I will not have it here. This is my home."

I almost apologised again.

"Thank you... for telling me what you want, Aura. I'll endeavour to be more honest, both with my feelings and the compliments." I considered something else as this conversation jumped from topic to topic. "Are we in a bad place, Aura?"

She took a deep breath, her chest expanded into my face, temporarily smothering me in freckled heaven before she exhaled.

"Not that far, Jazihno. Not that far..." she said gently, stroking my arms again, and then back, rubbing her chin on my head. "But I do think we have grown apart, and we have been changing. I do not feel any less close to you..." she trailed off. I knew not to say anything, just let her answer in her own time, even if we both knew that was far from true, as today's events proved. "But-but I do feel what I feel is not as important to you anymore. But I do understand what you are trying to say, Jazihno."

"You do? I keep doubting if I'm being clear enough about all this. They don't teach this at school."

"I do not feel our marriage is in a bad place, I have never considered a divorce, and I never will. I made a vow: for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer..." Those words sent a shiver down my spine I could not stop, and she hugged me tightly, so much so I could feel the strength in her embrace down to the bone. She had not left me when they found out my low sperm count had killed our son. Aura kept her vow, preserved as I wallowed in self-loathing, raising Paulie with Love and care.

"But I do feel we, as individuals, are in a bad place, Husband." She continued. "I have told you how I feel about the girls in the gym... those were my honest feelings. They are young, and they are trying their best to please men or please themselves. I recognise this... but you are right that I resent them." I felt her tense, as if waiting for some blow, and I wondered what had suddenly come over her, but she continued on. "And I want to show them up, and prove that I am still strong and healthy, even though I will be turning forty-one in eight months."

She lowered my face, hidden from her sight; it was her habit to reveal something about herself without the judging gaze of others. I never viewed it as a lack of trust; it's something she did with everyone. And who was I to complain with the almost milky smell -I was probably imagining it- of her large spheres in my face?

It also allowed me more wiggle room to be a bit more open and aggressive with my questions.

"And what about being bad? Do you like doing that? Do you think that is a symptom of being in a bad place?"

"And what is it about me being such to you, hmmm? I asked you before, and you had great difficulty finding an answer. So, I will ask you again. Did you enjoy it?" She instantly countered in a way I knew she had prepared for.

I mean, I was already in a bad light from my wife's point of view, and deservedly so with how I had been taking out my own listless career on her. With that in mind, I wasn't so resistant to taking a gamble.

"I think I did, in a way..."

She released me so I could see she was looking down at me with those hypnotic eyes, staring deep into my soul, pinning me within her sight. I liked how forceful it was, how presumptuous it was.

"Really, and why is that, Husband?"

I swallowed. "I'm not too sure, Aura. I think it's got something to do with my neglect of you. I've always felt awful for my pettiness, especially when you work your ass off for us. But you never say anything or criticise me. I feel worse than ever, and it's all just bottled up. So, when you pay me back in a way, by acting in a way that I think is mean-spirited or callous, it... Well, it's hard to say, haha..." I tried for humour, but my wife's unwavering focus petered out the attempt.

I saw her jaw clench and her expression firm, and, in spite of myself, my penis flared inside of her. Her eyes widened for a moment, and then they narrowed. "Me diga!" she demanded, voice like a whip crack.

She felt my reaction between her legs and held my eyes with hers.

"It's arousing, Aura! God help me!" I bemoaned my revelation; it was tough, with my faults and problems exposed under the examination of that deep green gaze... And hot, getting hotter. "I don't know why that gets me aroused. That's why I was interested in whether being bad gets you hot, too, even by showing up those girls. I feel less pitiful if I'm not the only one who enjoys this side of you."

"You mean this side of you," she said pointedly. "I never said I enjoyed it."

"You... don't...?" I looked at her chest witlessly, my eyes unseeing.

I was crushed that I had revealed something so damning about myself to her, only to find no reward, or even relief, in that honesty; ebbing away whatever heat had been building into my penis.

"Mmmm, No."

She grabbed my thinning hair and pulled my head back to look at her through my glasses. I squirmed under her merciless eyes, but then, thinking about how callous and harsh she was being, I felt myself heat up again, and the sight of her face seemed to sparkle to me as a wan smile appeared on my Aura's astonishing face.

Dawn had risen to strike night, and I had to fight back the tears of relief.

She shook her head in a deep perplexity, never in my life had I seen Aura, or any woman, so deeply confused before.

"I have never said that I enjoy it, No. but there were elements I feel are intriguing. Even I cannot quite place my finger as to why," she finally relented to me, my heart awash with ease -but then her expression grew serious. "However, Jason, the gym experiences aside, I have not found any pleasure in making you suffer, such as in the meeting." She flushed before finally looking away, closing her eyes. "Maybe I have been lashing out in my own way. I am getting older. My body's decay is a sure thing and close. Magnia is getting ready to move out in a year or two. I still have our little boys, but the triplets are already getting ready for secondary school and I... feel as if everything is deserting me. I am fighting to find something new, I suppose, to replace what I am losing. But I feel I am also upset that you have been leaning away when I need your affection more than ever."

Tears appeared in her eyes, and she did not let them fall, but I gaped in mortification all the same.

How bad had I let this become?

I threw my arms around her, holding her for dear life. She was slow to respond, but all of a sudden, she proved how vastly superior in strength and stature she was to me by returning the embrace with such force that I thought my ribs would crack.

But I didn't care.

Like I had exposed to her, I felt I deserved her anger and contempt.

There was no more arousal in it for me. The person I had promised on bended knee to love and protect was holding back tears of frustration because I had failed to do just that.

I was contemptable.

I felt a sudden, angry urge to hurt myself. Beat myself up for recompense... but that was not what my wife needed right now.

"I love you, Aura." I finally said, and she permitted me a kiss. She shuddered and I shuddered in cold shame. "I want to say I'm sorry again, but I know that's not what you need. I promise I'm going to be more attentive, and I'm going to help more around the house, and with the kids, even if I work from home more."

She began shaking her head. "You are busy with trying to make the most of work-"

"And you're not? It hurts for me to say this, but right now you're the breadwinner, and you've been the greatest benefactor to the KTA... and that's taken into account everyway they failed you during the Spike Night."

"You do not need to bring that up, Jazihno. That was Malvolio Kairos, one man. I gained my majestical triplets from the... the rape." She gasped, and I held on tight, for her sake. And then her body firmed and tightened as I felt a conviction tempe her maternally voluptuous form. "Family, that is all that matters." She looked over to Paulie, mumbling in his sleep.

"I know," I agreed, also thinking of my daughter and the trio of snoozing, little, golden-haired leopards. "And I want to be more open to your strategies with the KTA."

"Como? Even after I hurt you today in the meeting?" she asked, looking back at me in confusion. "Did you like it so much?" I sensed disappointment in her eyes, and I had to remind myself that interest in my fantasies did not mean acceptance nor encouragement.

"That's not it. I think that can be its own thing. To be honest, it's pretty scary getting a boner in the middle of a meeting with people I've worked with for almost two decades. I want to explore that side of myself, but not at work." I shook my head in dismissal. "I mean, the things you do for the KTA, your mind, your resources and how careful you are, always works out to the KTA's benefit, and in effect, mine. I said it seemed callous to me, but only in the moment. When I thought about it more, it made sense."

That was a bit of a lie, I felt bad about my archer, Dylon, and my lack of commissions, but securing any talent gave a percentage to the rest of the team, with Jamal getting the lions share. When eventually we went to Dambrooke about Conrad Westcastle, Aura would engineer his sponsorship, almost guaranteeing Dambrooke took him on, and Aura would get a commission fee, almost five times what I would make, which then went to the family.

It was at my immediate expense but... It made sense... it's just my blasted heart cried about the situation as much as my cock revelled within it.

"I trust you, you know," she said, eyes searching my own. "Never doubt it."

"I don't." -I did. Simply because she had more than good enough reason to doubt me- "But I understand the difference between trusting someone and trusting them with something. Just... I promise to talk more, be more engaged, and be closer to you, as your husband and partner."

She grabbed my hand, raised it to those succulent lips and kissed my rings. "And as my friend."

I was touched and nostalgic. How many marriages still recognised the old family car of friendship when the slick and hot Ferrari of impassioned love zoomed by; a sonic boom tipping everything in its wake?

"Yes, Aura. A friend. I think that makes things more approachable. I think we need to get back to making time for being friends as well as husband and wife. I think there are things you would say to the former you wouldn't to the latter."

Aura raised a sexy eyebrow. "Contrariwise, I think there are many, many things you would not say to the former but, in the heat of things, you would reveal to the latter."

I blushed at her teasing smile, but it was a blush that made me feel young again. I hoped she was feeling what I was feeling at this moment.

"Yes, I want to talk more, but I want you to talk more too, Aura. Even if you tell me your plans, if I can understand your intentions, so that I'm not confused when something you've been cooking is finally revealed, I'll feel safer, more included," I confessed.

"And exclusive. I have done my own damages to that bond between us." She was contrite, and I was reassured that regardless of my faults, and bad decisions as a husband, she was still worried for me, and for us.

"For good reason," I said wholeheartedly.

She grimaced.

"I cannot say it was for good reason, not after the pain it has caused us. I will, instead, concede to you, 'understandable reasons'... but let it lie, Jazihno. You must let it lie now."

It was a little command, and it didn't put iron into my dick, but it did make me feel... something. I think I was satisfied... -Maybe not, on second thought, but it felt similar to that feeling.

It felt like the correct way to treat me.

"Do you want to go to sleep? I think we should think about this," she suggested.

"I think thinking whilst sleeping on it is a good idea," I quipped, and she smiled, ruffled my hair in a way that felt a bit rude for her, but it was arousing too, and she felt it in-between her legs. She leaned into me, kissing my cheek softly. I returned the kiss, content in the uncharged naturalness of it. The feeling of her wet lips on my cheek a constant caress.

We turned out the lamp lights on the stands and settled into a warm bed.

"Aura?"

"Yes, Husband?" I noticed that words weren't going to make the distance built up over years suddenly close up.

I actually had no idea what I wanted to say but felt like too much was left unsaid.

"I just wanted you to know; I'm proud that I married you, and I'm proud of how beautiful a person you are. And you shouldn't be embarrassed to be proud of yourself. You're sexy, and lovely, and sometimes frighteningly intelligent. You're my great beauty, and there is nothing wrong with others recognising it either."

She was silent in the dark, pushing me away slightly to create distance, but not exactly breaking the embrace. "What is it you are trying to say, Jason?" Calling me that made me wince, but we were still joined at the crotch. I had to wonder what she was making of all my signs and signals.

"Just that... I think it's hot that other people get jealous of you and desire you. I think a lot of the lads who watch you do so for the reasons I've already said. I'm not sure if you enjoy it as much as I made out, but you should. You'll always be beautiful to me now or fifty years from now. But if you look good now, why not burn that image into their mind for years to come? In fact, we should get a family photo done, would you like that?"

"I would love that, Jazihno. And... thank you for the suggestion. I've been comparing myself to Dorian Grey, some. The way you look at things... it is nice. Very nice, I find. Thank you, Jason."

"Have a Goodnight, love."

"I will." She did not say my full name nor my pet name, or any other affectionate words, but she must have felt how I responded inside her, and, for once, I felt her vagina flex in response.

...

...

... I should have stopped there.

It was a perfect way to end things, but I felt like I needed to say even more.

But I kept recalling the laughing girls, the wife sleeping with her Ex as her husband looked on. Maybe I was pre-emptying any scenarios in the future.

"Aura?"

"What is it now, Jason?" She huffed.

"I want you to remember this. I mean this, and I want it to always guide you when you're uncertain about how to treat me."

She was silent for such a long time that I was worried she had fallen asleep, or perhaps she had felt some dark, sensuous omen in the air at what I was about to empower.

"Well?" My cock hardened, and her pussy clenched me down like a fist until I groaned. "Vem!"

"If you are going to use me, use me well."

She said nothing to that.

Nothing.

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Thank you for reading the first chapter.

Take care out there, and I hope to see you in the next chapter.

Jeb