My Shy Hot Wife Ch. 02

Faye whimpers under me, her eyes fluttering shut. Her breath catches in her throat, and I swallow it up too. "Mark..."

"Yeah, baby?" I slip off her wet panties down her silky smooth legs, shoving them deep into my pockets for when she's not around. "Tell me what you want." I whisper into her ear as her breasts spill out, now flushed against my chest as I hold on to the last remnants of my control as her hard nipples brush against me. My cock slips and slides through her slick pussy, my balls coating in her juices.

"I want you... I need you... inside me now," I capture a hard nipple in my mouth, licking away the ache. Her clit throbs against my cock with each suck. I wish I could suck on both of her tits at the same time, but I can't. An image flashes through my mind of one of our neighbours sucking on her tits while I plough into her, filling her to the brim with my cum. My cock twitches and my balls clench, readying to spill at the thought. I can't take it anymore, and neither can she. My cock plunges into her and she cries out, our ordinary home filled with lewd sounds.

I watch the way my cock buries into her, stretching her out, how her breasts bounce up and fall with each thrust. Gripping her hips, I thrust harder and faster, our breaths growing heavier and quicker, blurring where she ends and I begin. I almost cover her mouth as her cries are so loud they'll wake the entire street up. I never take my eyes off her, taking in every small reaction, every moan as I chase her, wondering how all those men would react to hearing us, imagining us, seeing her like this. A pressure builds in the base of my spine as I fuck her harder, deeper, imagining Faye taking us all, ruining my sweet, shy Faye into my very own slut. We both cry out, her greedy pussy squeezing every last drop from me as her squirt drenches all over my thighs, as waves and waves of ecstasy crash through us.

I lay on top of her, breathless, peppering her with kisses to rouse her from her blissed out daze. I only panic about being heard and seen when I come to, but thankfully the curtains shut. What if they heard us, though? Underneath the panic is a taboo excitement that I can't look at yet.

I absentmindedly stroke her aching clit. "Did you notice all those men staring at you today?" Throb.

"No..." Faye burrows her face into my arm, as if I can't see right through her. I mean her clit is telling me what she refuses to. I'll talk to her clit then.

"No?" I slowly circle her clit that twitches against my fingers. "Liar." I nip her neck this time, claiming her as mine.

She lifts her hand to slap my chest playfully. I grab it and plant a kiss on the back of her hand, and she melts into me. Her eyes capture mine, "Fine. I noticed. But I only want you." She kisses me softly. I rest my forehead against hers. "Plus, I thought I was going to be eaten alive."

I smirk to myself. "Probably."

"Aren't you mad?"

"... do you want me to be mad?"

"All those men were looking at me," she begins to pout, and I nibble on her bottom lip, coaxing it gently. "Don't you want me all to yourself?" She presses her body against mine. She always has a way with... her body.

"I do," as I can't even find a single coherent thought right now. My heart thunders in my ears, the truth hammering to get out, but it could change our lives and there's no going back. I test the waters with my heart in my throat. "... But... I also... want to meet all the different versions of you." Tracing all the lines that are her, I brush a lock of hair behind her ear. "Meet the you who's shy. Meet the you who's just tried baking her first cake. Meet the you who's had a tough day at work. Meet the you who's just with me. Meet the you... in different places, in different times, with different people."

Faye's eyes tremble, pooling with tears. I immediately gather her in my arms, "That's not what I meant. I only want you. I only need you. You're the only one for me."

Faye's lips wobbles, confused. "I don't even know what I mean... but back there, around those men, I... couldn't help but imagine what you would look like with them. With all of us. As we take our turns taking care of you. Seeing you in different ways, in every way. And meeting you there every time." I check in on her, searching her eyes to see if she's ok, "Only if you wanted to."

I brush her cheek with my thumb, watching her process in real time. Confusion, love, anxiety... curiosity all warring on her face. I don't even think I've processed it to be honest, so I don't blame her. Silence settles over us like a warm blanket in winter.

Faye bites her lip, looking unsure, and it takes everything not to kiss her, but I wait. I wait for her. "So... you w-want t-to..." Her face flushes a bright red, the tips of her ears adorably turning pink, begging for me to bite them and watch her whole body respond to my touch. "You w-want to... w-watch me?" I instantly brick up, a blush creeping up from my collar to my face. Her eyes fly open with shock, feeling my hardness pressed against the curve of her hip, throbbing away to the thought of this taboo fantasy. It's my turn to bury my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her in, unable to meet her eyes. The imagery has me in a chokehold. It feels so wrong, yet... I can't get it out of my head.