Prologue

The Waddington Residence, Near Oxford, England. March 8th, 2014

 

Alina's eyelids fluttered open and she saw that the clock beside the bed said 6:59am - which was almost time to get up. She felt her husband, Charles, snuggled up behind her, and the obvious pressure of something gently pressing against her bottom - she smiled at the thought of what that was.

Charles's cell phone alarm started to vibrate on his bedside table - seven o'clock exactly. With a sigh he eased himself away from her, turned off the alarm, and then he seemed to hesitate. Alina knew why - she liked to start the day with a cup of coffee, and Charles always made it for her, when he wasn't travelling on business. But she imagined his desire to be with her - to enjoy her body for just a few more minutes - might be causing his indecision.

"Not yet, Charlie," she told him sleepily. "We don't need to hit the gym this morning - we're playing tennis later, remember. Come back and cuddle!"

There it was again, his cock was hard as a rock as it pressed against her back. His left arm slipped around her, and she guided his hand across her body and onto her right breast; then she wiggled her bottom slightly.

"And what might that be, husband?" she asked, chuckling softly.

"Sorry...but waking up next to you tends to produce that reaction!"

He started to move away from her, but Alina reached her hand around and pulled him back towards her.

"I'm not objecting to it...it's a lovely compliment, actually."

For a minute or so Alina slowly flexed her hips, feeling how his erect cock slid up and down the crack of her ass. She placed her own hand over his, and used it to encourage him to squeeze her breast.

"Mmmm...that feels nice!" she whispered. "Press harder against me!"

Charles obliged immediately, and soon it was obvious that he was getting really quite excited. Alina let him enjoy himself for a few more seconds, and then turned around to face him. She kissed him on the lips, lowering her right hand so she could play with his nipples.

"You turn me on so much, Charlie!" she whispered. "I love you!"

"I love you too!" he told her. "I love you so much that sometimes I just think my head might explode."

She laughed at that idea. "That would make a terrible mess!"

Alina eased herself upright and straddled her husband, kissing him again on the lips. She felt his cock almost slip inside her, but at the last moment she flexed her hips so that she could just rub her pussy along his shaft - forcing back a giggle when she heard him sigh in frustration.

After a little more kissing and grinding Alina flipped around into a sixty nine position, and lowered herself onto her husband's face. She felt his tongue find her clit almost instantly, and groaned with pleasure as he began to lick her gently. He knew exactly how to please her...starting with long, slow strokes of his tongue that seemed to be timed perfectly with her hip movements.

His cock bumped against her face and she laughed. "Is that a gentle hint?" she asked.

"Sorry...he's out of control," his muffled voice replied.

Alina reached forward and carefully cupped his balls in her right hand. They felt swollen - hardly surprising as she hadn't allowed him to climax for almost a week. Yet they'd had some kind of sexual contact most days - in fact, Alina was finding it more and more difficult to keep her hands off him. He was a real artist when it came to pleasing her with his mouth - he loved to do it as often as she wanted, and just lately she found herself wanting it almost all the time! She wanted to touch his body...to feel his toned muscles now that he was in such great shape.

His cock tapped against her cheek again, and this time she decided to take him in her mouth; sucking him so that he'd understand what he was being denied.

She felt her own excitement beginning to build, and now Charles slipped two fingers inside her so he could massage her G-spot while he licked her clit. He always seemed to know when she was ready for this kind of stimulation, and this time was no exception. Taking his cock all the way into her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure, Alina let herself go...feeling her climax build and build.

"Alina! Please may I come?" he gasped frantically.

Alina pulled her mind back into the moment - she'd totally lost track of how much she was stimulating him, and quickly pulled herself away from his throbbing cock.

"No! I mean...not yet, sweetie," she told him breathlessly. "Just keep doing what you're doing."

Charles couldn't help but groan again in frustration, but he got right back to work. Alina was careful not to touch him this time, and she soon found herself getting back to that same peak of enjoyment. Recently she'd found that she could ejaculate when she climaxed, as long as she allowed her muscles to relax at the right moment. It gave her much longer, richer sensations of release when she came, but it had only ever happened when her husband gave her pleasure like this. The interruption had only served to intensify her longing to come, and Alina could feel her tension starting to peak again.

"Oh Charlie!" she screamed, allowing the pent up tension to explode out of her. Poor Charles's face would be covered in her juices, but that was OK. She'd change the sheets and pillow cases so that their cleaner wouldn't have to deal with it. But her dear husband wasn't giving up yet...he continued to lick her, and soon Alina could feel a second climax approaching.

"Yes...yes!" she almost growled the words as she dug her fingernails into Charles's scrotum. "Worship me with your mouth, Charlie! Harder...harder!"

She squeezed his balls hard and felt Charles scream into her pussy.

Alina lost herself now in the moment - this wasn't just about the pleasure she felt from her husband's attentions - it was like her whole life was suddenly in focus. These past few weeks had been the happiest of her life, and she knew she could never have predicted or expected this kind of contentment.

She called his name over and over as a second climax washed over her; and then finally she was done. Breathing hard, Alina rolled off her husband, her head spinning crazily. Dear God, this was such a good way to start the day!

A familiar flood of emotions bubbled up inside her now. One of the best things about sex with Charles was how safe he made her feel. Ironically she'd never known how much fear there was in her previous life until she'd met this man. Fear and desperation had driven her into some bad decisions, but marrying Charles Waddington hadn't been one of them.

Scrambling around the right way, Alina snuggled into Charles's arms, almost sobbing with joy as she felt him squeeze her gently. Automatically she lowered her mouth onto his left nipple and began to suck gently, reaching down with her right hand and stroking his throbbing penis.

After several seconds Charlie sighed. "May I come...please, Alina? Could you just..."

Alina bit down hard on his nipple. Her growing love for her husband made this part of their relationship increasingly difficult for her. All she wanted to do right at this moment was to please him - to let him use her in any way he wanted. An image of him thrusting his cock between her breasts, and shooting his load over her face sprang into her mind, and she instinctively bit down again on his nipple - harder this time. He cried out as she held the pressure, and then increased it even more.

"I'm sorry!" he gasped. "I know I shouldn't ask...I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Alina wanted to nestle in his arms for a little longer, but she reluctantly eased herself up to look into his face.

"After what you just did, I'm going to forgive you, Charlie; and maybe we can think about some little treat for you later...only maybe, OK? No guarantees."

He laughed, and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "You never give me a straight answer!"

She returned the kiss. "You know you shouldn't even be asking the question. We can go back to the way it was if you like. You don't have to sleep in this bed if it makes you uncomfortable."

As she said the words Alina prayed that he wouldn't take her up on this offer - but she needn't have worried.

"No! Please don't send me away from you!"

She laughed, turning her mind to the fact that she needed to turn on her bitch character now.

"It's only to the spare room, Charlie; I'm not throwing you out of the house!"

"I love sleeping with you...I'm sorry I asked...I'm really sorry, Alina."

She kissed him on his lips now, and his erect cock pressed into her tummy. The poor man was so desperate - it was like he radiated his need; and Alina drank in the emotion, knowing it was what he wanted from her.

Reluctantly she eased away from his kiss and locked her eyes with his.

"You're my life, Charlie...where I come from we don't take marriage lightly. We don't take love lightly either - and I love you so much."

He swallowed hard, obviously touched by her words. He started to whisper a reply, but Alina was already laughing.

"Gosh...I really soaked you this time!" she said, taking in the mess she'd made on his face and the pillow too. "I'll change the bed linen later."

"I'll do it...let me do it, Alina," he said desperately. He always wanted to serve her.

Alina shrugged as she raised herself up and straddled her husband again, making sure his cock didn't enter her, of course.

"Did I please you?" he asked. "That's all that matters."

She kissed him passionately on the lips, breathing in the rich smells of her own juices on his skin.

"You always please me...you're amazing!" she told him. "How do you do that, Charlie? It wasn't just the sex...or the orgasm...how do you always make me feel so good?"

"I...I just do it."

Alina lay there, looking intently into his lovely brown eyes. They were the first thing she'd fallen in love with...but now she knew she loved the rest of him too.

"Shouldn't you be making my coffee?" she whispered. "Isn't that more important than your selfish pleasure?"

"Alina...please!" he asked desperately. "It's been a week, and being allowed to be close to you like this is almost worse than..."

"Than what?" she asked, sternly. She saw him swallow. "Than being locked in chastity? Is that what you're saying, Charlie?"

He leaned forward and kissed her. She loved the sensation of his lips...and she loved thinking of where they'd just been on her body!

"At least when I was locked away there was no way I could cheat, and touch myself. Being unlocked means..."

"That you need to have willpower, right?" Alina told him.

She guided his hands over her buttocks. She loved feeling his hands on her when he knew he was only allowed to go so far.

"Would you like me to lock you up now?" she asked gently. "Just for the day. It'll need to be the silicone chastity device - because we're supposed to be playing tennis with the girls, remember. I know you don't want to have the big metal cage on if you're going to be running around."

He closed his eyes, and she felt him ever so slightly press his cock upwards against her. She'd ignore the impertinence for now - but if he did it again she knew she'd have to act.

"I just don't want to let you down!" he whispered desperately.

She pulled his left hand up and took his index finger into her mouth, sucking it gently for several seconds. Finally she eased it out and smiled at him.

"I think it's best to lock you up - I don't want you to be too distracted when you see your ex-wife and her girlfriend in their skimpy tennis gear!"

"I won't be looking at them - I'll be looking at you."

Alina laughed. "It's a doubles match, Charlie! You're supposed to be looking at them! That's the direction the tennis ball will come from!"

This time it was Alina who ground her pussy against his cock for a few seconds. Charles had his eyes screwed up, and she knew he was trying to zone out and think of something else. If this had been a proper teasing session Alina would have acted to bring him back into the moment - she would never let him mentally escape from her teasing; but it was time for her to get going anyway.

"Hey...big boy!" she called out. His eyes popped open, and the look of desperation in them filled her with a tingling satisfaction that she was doing her job right. "You've been dripping like a tap and your groin's all messy! Just this once I'll make my own damn coffee - you hop in the shower...then we can get you locked away when you're all nice and clean, OK?"

He nodded, looking embarrassed. "Thank you, Alina."

She reached out and pressed a thumbnail into each of his nipples until he cried out.

"I love you, Charlie...I love you so much!" she told him.