Prologue

 

The logs of wood kindled with flame in the fireplace. Soaring Bach filtered the speakers and enveloped the room. Alek, and his wife Ana, lay on the divan in their night clothes, kissing. Alek roamed his hand over his wife's breasts from under her nightgown, tweaking her erect nipples, then slid his fingers downward to massage the tiny forest of her pubic region. She raised one leg over his thigh to give him suitable access.

"So," he muttered softly while he nuzzled her ear.

"So?" she replied.

"Aren't you going to tell me about it?"

She giggled. "I don't know if I should."

"Come on, you know you will. I'm dying to hear what happened."

"Nothing happened, darling. He took me to his suite and we fucked. That's all."

"I know that, my darling, slutty munch-kin. But I want to know everything. How it all started with both of you." He nibbled on her earlobe. This elicited further excitement from his wife.

"But darling, I've already told you everything that's happened between us. You know just about everything."

"Not everything," he insisted. "I don't know what happened this evening before you got home. I'd like to hear everything from the beginning, if you don't mind."

"I'm afraid you might get jealous."

"That's silly. I've never gotten jealous before."

"No, you haven't. But there's always a first time."

"This isn't our first time doing such. I've never been angry before, why would I be now."

She gave him a serious look. "Do you promise?"

"I promise. I love you too much to think of that."

She drew in her breath sharply as he slipped his middle finger into her pussy. He flicked his thumb against the jutting knob that was her clit. Her juices poured down his finger and a second later he added another finger into her snatch and went on finger-fucking her slowly. She had been well fucked earlier on by her black boss, before she returned home from work nearly an hour ago. Although Alex hadn't yet seen the two of them in action, he was aware of much of the details; that her black boss had a thick cock, and according to his wife, he really knew how to work it. Ana had confessed all her sex adventures to him. Alek gushed with anticipation at seeing the two of them together screwing.

Ana grasped his tent-pole erection inside his shorts and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You're being a naughty boy, darling," she said to him. "I'll tell you everything as it's what you want to hear. But first, would you mind refilling my champagne?" She showed him her empty wine glass.

Alek turned to his left and grabbed the neck of a Dom Perignon champagne bottle out of the ice bucket, and filled her glass as well as his.

"To a happy marriage and a lovely anniversary with you, honey," he said to her before they clinked their glasses.

"And to you, my love," she said. "Happy anniversary."

They took a sip of the wine and smacked their lips from its exquisite taste. Alek tastes the wine between her rosy lips and tongue; their fluids exchanged as their tongues flicked against each other.

"Now," he dropped his glass on the table next to the wine bucket. "You were going to tell me a story?"

"Indeed I was." She got up from the divan and knelt before him, sensuously rubbing her hands on his thighs. "But I still don't know if I should."

"Awww, come on, darling, stop being a tease. You know how I hate it when you keep me in suspense like this."

"Yes, I do. Alright then, I'll tell. But first, you're going to have to lie back. You'll enjoy the story if you're relaxed."

Her hands pulled his shorts down his legs, freeing his cock from its temporary prison. Ana admired the sight of her husband's cock as it waved before her face. She wrapped both hands around it and stroked softly. Her tongue slid over her lips; she looked like someone about to devour a favourite delicacy. Her hand drew the foreskin of his cock up and down, stroked a stream of pre-cum out the tiny aperture of his cock. Alek felt like a wounded animal before her. She knew just how to take control over him when she wanted to, and most times he loved it when she displayed her dominant side to him when they made love.

"Do you want to hear the story of how my boss and I first got noticed?" she asked the question with a salacious look in her eyes. "You're going to promise to be a good boy while I tell it, won't you?"

"Yes, yes, I promise," Alex gasped at what she was doing to him.

"I can't hear you, darling." She gave the head of his cock a slap. "Say it loud, darling; that you're going to be a good boy while you listen."

"Yes!" he said louder. "Yes, I promise to be a good boy."

Ana softened at this. "Good," she murmured. She gave the head of his cock a kiss. Alek felt like melting when she did it. "It started a week ago ..."