Making the most of the time before 'His' arrival.

... 

She had already cummed twice before he did. And then, he pulled out of her and rose to his feet, stripping off the condom. 

Her legs were still parted on the couch on which she partially reclined. Truth be told, her ass felt sore but empty. Even though she was tired, she still wanted her arsehole to be stuffed again. 

"Daddy, one more round, please," she begged, her chest heaving as she panted. 

"Let's go clean up," he lifted her and cradled her knees while she wrapped her arms around his neck, her boobs pressed to his sturdy chest. 

Minutes later, they were in the shower, and he was still cradling her knees. The difference was that she was gripping his shoulders firmly as his cock dished out proper justice to her sharp-set asscore. 

"Oh, fuck yess! Fuck~ Ah... Aauh~! ...Mmn,"

An hour later, both descended the steps on the front porch. Underneath her clothes, she had no underwear. 

Harris would be taking her back to her husband's house. How kind of him. 

He opened the front passenger door, and she thanked him before entering. He took the food box from her and placed it in the backseat before assuming the driver's seat and igniting the engine. 

Half an hour later, they arrived at her husband's home, a duplex. He then helped her take her bag and the food box into the house. 

"Welcome, madam, sir," Anna, the middle-aged housemaid, said with a deferential bow.

The duo acknowledged her, and the latter made her way to her assigned room. 

Amelia turned to Harris and winked, "Daddy, since we're here, why don't we..."

Harris placed his index finger to her lips, "Shh. No need to rush. Prepare yourself, I'll come visit the day before your husband returns from his damned business trip."

That was about a week! She really wanted to get slammed in her pussy tonight by his fat cock. She couldn't imagine waiting even an hour longer. 

"Daddy, please..."

He shook his head. "No, honey. Be patient. It'll be worth it, I promise."

"But..."

Her lowered his head and blew warm breath into her left ear. 

"Desecrating the matrimonial bed, making it protest while your pussy engulfs my cock repeatedly. Knowing that your husband could even arrive a day earlier than intended... won't that be more exciting?"

She swallowed. That...

He was right. That would indeed be quite thrilling. 

"Daddy, how about a quickie...in my arse at least...upstairs, or even in the kitchen if you want," she wanted to try her luck once more. Her cunt was throbbing, feeling aggrieved at not being treated properly. "Please, daddy..."

However, her efforts to make him compromise proved fruitless. She could only watch him leave the premises and board a taxi to his place. 

Seven days... 

She would wait for him. But it would sure be torture. As of now, she needed to polish her pearl; otherwise, she wouldn't sleep. 

... 

The day finally came. 

Amelia had given the housemaid a day off to visit her family, and the woman had thanked her profusely. The security guard, Jonathan, was left behind; he would open the gate when Harris arrived. 

At 6 pm, Harris arrived and eventually stepped out of the car with fancy shopping bags. 

"Dad, you came!" Amelia squealed as she ran up to him, fighting the urge to hug and kiss him right there. 

Heaven knew how ravenous she felt right now. These past few days have been torture. She, at one point, had even prayed that a day would be only a span of 30 minutes- a wish that would never achieve reality. 

"Yeah. I bought you these, Amelia," he handed the two black shopping bags to her. 

"Thank you, Dad," she excitedly ran into the house without even looking at what was in the bags. 

After Harris had entered, she closed the door and locked it, throwing the key on the floor without looking behind her. 

They were finally alone. Time to do that special 'workout'! 

"Daddy Harris, I really missed you," she said as she leaned on his chest, undoing his shirt's I buttons and sneaking her hand into the outfit, caressing his chest. "Didn't you miss me?" She asked in a coquettish tone. 

"Of course, I did, my dear." He assured her, tenderly stroking her hair. "Let's go upstairs. And take those bags along with you. You'll be wearing the things inside."

... 

Amelia stepped out of the changing room.

"How do I look, Daddy?" She asked the man who was seated on the leather couch in her matrimonial bedroom.

Her ample boobs sported a white bralette that had a hole in each cup, baring her perky nipples.

There was a black and pink striped high-waist mini skirt around her voluptuous waist.

As she turned her back to him, he could see that the skirt did a poor job of covering her buttocks. As she hunkered forward, he saw the white lace thong that also did a terrible job at covering the succulent folds of her clean-shaven pussy.

Her legs also sported white stockings connected to the garter skirt and lastly, she was wearing black heels.

"Like a naughty little slut," he responded, placing his phone on the side table made of refined tree stump. "Now, come here and please me,"

She grinned, "Yes, Daddy,"

She sashayed over to him, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor.

Reaching him, she knelt on the chair between his splayed thighs, bringing one of her thighs forward to feel his bulge. Next, dipping her torso, she started kissing him passionately.

Harris's hands snaked under her mini skirt, cupped her butt cheeks and stroked them for a while, even tugging at her thong and letting go of it a few times. In response, she rotated her hips and pressed her boobs closer to him.

They soon parted the kiss, staring hungrily into each other's eyes as they panted for a bit.

Harris a nipple into his mouth, sucking, grazing, gently biting and then, flicking his tongue adeptly around that lucky nipple. He didn't leave the other unattended. Her other nipple was nestled between his two fingers, which tweaked it from side to side, even exerting some pressure, which brought sweet pain to her. 

She didn't yelp; instead, she bit on her lower lip gently, her hand caressing his head as she arched into him.

The moans won, slipping out of her mouth seconds later.

"Yes, daddy. Mmn~ Yes...suck... Suck me, daddy..." She licked her lips, her cunt already begging to be punished for being impish.

They soon got up from the chair.

She sat at the edge of the bed and parted her thighs wide and cradled them, her feet dangling in midair. She parted the thong to the side. "Daddy, so you like what you see?"

He knelt on the floor, between her legs and dipped his head to lick her crotch. Pausing for a bit, he raised his head, "I love your nectar, slutty thing."

"Then..." She said with eyes almost drooping, "...eat my pussy, daddy,"

"My pleasure." With that, he continued eating her out.

Her effort to restrain her moans was like expecting a concert not to be loud. She writhed on the bed, moaning his name, begging for more.

When he was done fingering her, she came, her body spasming for a brief while as she stopped cradling her thighs.

Harris licked up her love juice and sucked on her love bean for a bit before rising to his feet.

Next, he sat on the bed, and without being told, she got off the bed and knelt between his legs, unbuckling his belt and undoing the fly.

Soon, his cock made a majestic entrance, standing with its head slightly curved.

"You're hard, Daddy Harris," she remarked with a grin.

"Good. Your eyes aren't just adornments on your pretty head." He said as she started working his shaft while dipping her head to mouth his balls, bobbing her gently from side to side as she suckled on it.

Shortly after, she started trailing her tongue on his nuts all the way to his piss slit.

And then, she flicked her tongue around the crown of his length and then ran it over its tip while locking a heated, daring gaze with her husband's father.

"Your teasing will cost you, Amy," he warned, but she only grinned and licked his cock slit once more before replying. 

"I can't help being naughty when it comes to you, Daddy. I'll gladly take any punishment later."

Punished for being naughty, Meeting Aaron.

...

Having said that, she took just the head of his dick into her mouth and sucked on it, not breaking off the lustful gaze with the older fellow.

It didn't take long for him to dip his torso and grab her hair backwards. "You dare to tease me like this? Don't you have a heart?"

"I do, Daddy. And it's with you,"

"Saying that won't help you weasel your way out of punishment. Now, suck on my dick properly," 

"Yes, Daddy Harris," she grinned, and he let go of her hair.

She took him into her mouth and started nodding like the good girl she was, making slurping noises.

Harris eyes darkened as he found her disobedient once again, sucking just the head of his dick. So he fisted her hair again and made her nod properly on his shaft, making sure he impaled her throat with each nod.

Down there, she was dripping wet; Her cunt was that desperate.

Finally, he swelled in her oral core and made her nod faster, only pausing when he erupted in her mouth a few times.

Then, he pulled out gently.

She swallowed his thick, warm load of jism and even inched forward to lick his cock clean of any remnant love milk.

Then she rose and turned her butt to him, hunkering forward with her thighs parted, so he could see the state of her fanny.

"So you want to get railed right now, huh?"

She turned to him, "Yes, please, Daddy Harris."

"Not a problem. But first, you need to be punished for teasing me. Now get on the bed on all fours, your butt facing me," he commanded.

She complied without complaint. Within her, a meld of anticipation and nervousness gnawed on her insides.

Harris removed the belt from his pants and folded it. "Will you dare to tease me again?" 

"Yes, I mean no, Daddy,"

"Since you refuse to repent..." He lashed at her butt with the belt, albeit with controlled force. Still, it left a red mark on her butt.

That wasn't all, he lashed her butt six more times before asking her to lie over his lap with her butt up. After she obeyed, he spanked her numerous times while she covered her mouth to muffle any yelps from slipping through. 

When her butt was smacked red, he let go of her.

"Thank you, Daddy, for the punishment. Please, can you fuck me now?" she beseeched.

"It's not that easy." He stripped off his pants and underwear before getting on the bed with his unbuttoned shirt still on.

"Come and ride me," he beckoned.

And so she soon sat astride him, placing her hands on his chest as she jounced on his big cock, lewd sounds pouring out of her lips.

Just then, her phone, which was on the bedside cabinet, rang. She ignored it, but then it rang again. 

Harris picked it and chuckled. "It's Sebastian calling,"

She took it, put it on loud speaker while continuing to ride Harris. "Hello, honey..." She said with raspy breathing.

"Dear, you sound strange, are you alright?"

"Yes, Darling,"

"Okay. I just wanted to inform you that I'll be home in about thirty minutes."

"What?" She exclaimed, and at the same time, Harris had started thrusting into her from below.

"Is something wrong?" Sebastian's voice held concern.

"No, it's nothing. I was just surprised, you know. If I knew you were coming tonight, I'd have prepared your favourite."

"It's fine, dear. Just wait for me, I'll be there soon, my love. I love you, Amelia,"

"M-me too," she mumbled and ended the call. "Daddy, did you have to do that while he's on the phone?" She chided, her chest heaving.

The sound of their skin clapping was quite loud. Wouldn't Sebastian get suspicious?

He grinned, "Tell me you didn't like the feeling of being pounded while my son conversed with you."

Well, that left her tongue-tied. She really did like it.

"Alright, we've got less than thirty minutes. Let's make the most of the time, hm?"

She nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

He spanked her and spoke with an authoritative tone, "Now, ride properly."

She resumed swaying her hips up and down, relishing the feeling of her sharp-set vag engulfing his penis repeatedly.

"Faster," he commanded, and she obeyed, riding him as fast as she could.

With another slap landing on her butt, she stopped, and he started bucking his hips below her. She rested her elbows on his chest, her hands gripped his shoulders firmly, and her head rested on his chest.

"Oh my gawd, yes, fuck me... Oh, fuck~"

He made her lie supine shortly after and made her wrap her legs around the small of his back. Then he slid into her once more and started grinding his hips while he locked their lips in a feral kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, her quaking legs struggling to keep clasped around his back. The bed protested beneath them, syncing with the sound of wet clapping.

'How I wish time could stop, so I can keep fucking Harris. He's a thousand times better than my husband. I don't care if this is a sin or a path to destruction. At least I'm receiving the pleasure I know I deserve. My cunt deserves a big cock like Harris's, nothing more,' she told herself as they ended the delicious kiss.

His thrusts increased in pace, and the bed creaked fiercely. Cries of bliss shamelessly spilt from her mouth, her eyes drooping significantly, her head filled with just his cock.

"You're such a darling," Harris complimented as he straightened his upper body and placed her legs on his shoulders, his hips constantly moving forward.

...

When Sebastian arrived, he was surprised to find his father present. 

"I'd soon be leaving to visit a friend and also handle some matters in Delbourne City. I came here just to taste her cooking one more time. You know, good food is rare to find these days. You're really lucky, Sebastian."

The young man with a buzz cut smiled at the compliment, "Yes, Dad, I'm really lucky that she fancied me."

"Yeah, it's indeed the case of a toad bagging a swan as his wife,"

"Haha, you jest, father."

"I'll be going noq. See you guys later,"

The couple watched him drive out of the premises. Sebastian then lifted Amelia, craddling her knees as he took her in. 

"I've missed you so much, Baby."

"I've missed you too, darling," she lied, faking a smile as he took her upstairs. The bedroom looked different from its messy state before. 

She and Harris had even taken time to shower before Sebastian came. Turns out he was stuck in traffic for an extra thirty minutes. Heavens was truly helping her. 

Remembering the hot sex she had in the bathtub, she blushed. 

But her husband mistook it for her anticipating him fucking her, after all, it's been a long time since he touched her. As usual, after next to no foreplay, he started slamming her cunt as hard as he could. 

Amelia didn't even feel like moaning. He was truly a far cry from his own father. But so as not to hurt his pride, she faked moans and cries of bliss. In less than five minutes, this bastard was finished, and he was panting like a dog that had run a marathon. 

She felt disgusted seeing this, so she excused herself to the bathroom, where she touched herself, wishing Harris could appear and fuck her again. Oh, how much she missed his cock. 

Unfortunately, no one knew when he'd be returning. She was stuck with that small thing of Sebastian's. It truly was terrible. 

... 

Two weeks later, she and her husband were having a sumptuous dinner when her brother-in-law, Aaron, showed up. He'd come to stay for just three days, and then, he'd leave. 

Amelia found him even more handsome than Sebastian, and his build rivalled Harris'. She couldn't help thinking if he was as impressive as his father down there. 

But then, she quickly chided herself, reminding herself that Aaron was off-limits. He even had a fiancée and was quite close with Sebastian. If she tried to seduce him, he would definitely snitch to her husband. 

While her husband went to his study, she led Aaron upstairs to show him where he would be staying for the next three days. 

After they'd entered the capacious guest room, he shut the door and tittered. 

"What's funny?" She asked with a brow raised in mystification, arms crossed over her chest.

Unexpected Escapade

...

"Well... The fact that my brother still considers you a good, faithful wife. That, I find quite amusing," he responded with a grin. 

On hearing his words, she frowned, "What are you saying? I won't accept such terrible words from you, even if you're my brother-in-law," she fumed, but internally, her heart was pounding. 

How did he know she had cheated on Sebastian? Or perhaps, he was just bluffing her? 

"Two weeks ago, I paid a visit. I asked the security guard not to say anything and then entered the house since I have the key as well. I wanted to surprise you and perhaps...taste your cooking. Who knew I'd end up finding you atop a man, moaning like nobody's business."

"Th-that's a lie," she faltered.

"Oh, really?" He then showed her his phone, which played a recording. 

It was her, dressed in that sexy outfit, straddling Harris, her cunt voraciously and swiftly guzzling his thick length repeatedly, moans spilling out of her parted lips. 

"You want to deny that this isn't you and that isn't your matrimonial bed? You want to deny as well that that obviously delicious cock you rode belonged to my father?" he asked with a brow raised in amusement.

"I..." She dropped to her knees, tears rimming her eyes. "I confess, I indeed cheated. I was wrong. Please forgive me, I'll never do that again, I swear. Please don't tell Sebastian, he'll be really hurt," she pleaded, her palms pressed together. 

Aaron sighed, "I'll not tell on you."

Relief washed over Amelia, "Thank you so much, brother-in-law."

"But... It's not easy to seal my lips about this incident. Unless you...let me taste you. Are you willing?"

"...Yes, I will," she replied after thinking for a bit. This was also a fat chance to know if Aaron was magnificent down there. 

"Prepare yourself, then. I'll be fucking you in your matrimonial bedroom tonight,"

Her eyes grew wide in shock, "What? No, please, let's do it here or even elsewhere, but not there, Sebastian is around."

"We'll do it when he's asleep. No problem there," he shrugged.

"But..."

What if he suddenly woke up while they were doing the deed? She didn't want to imagine it. 

"Eleven pm. Your matrimonial bedroom. Now leave, " he pointed to the door, and she left with an apprehensive look. 

That night, she wore sexy lingerie after her husband had fallen asleep. She also waited outside the room at 10:58. Aaron soon showed up in a night robe, and he entered while she gently shut the door. 

The room had blue lights on, and they could see Sebastian fast asleep, his glasses placed on the cabinet beside the bed. 

Aaron took off his robe, revealing his naked body. And yes, he was as impressive as his father. Thank heavens!

She knelt and pleasured him with her mouth and hands, and then he sat on the leather chair in the room facing the bed. She mounted his dick and started riding while he sucked one of her nipples. Her lips were parted, but she made sure only low moans came out.

Soon, he cradled her knees and walked closer to the bed, right in front of Sebastian.

Her fear spiked.

"Please, no," she weakly protested, but he was already fucking her from below, and she kept looking back in fear while moaning.

"Relax," he mumbled to her, "... and don't gaze behind you without my permission,"

"...Yes, Master,"

And so he fucked her faster, the sound of skin meeting skin renting the room.

Sebastian remained asleep, lessening her worries. Her moans even increased in volume a bit, and he still didn't wake up. Eventually, he had her stand on one leg while the other rested on his shoulder as he fucked her senseless.

Many minutes later, they were on her matrimonial bed, and she was on top of him with her back facing him. He cradled her knees so her butt was elevated while he thrust into her arsehole from below.

She kept her lips pursed, a vigorous attempt to keep moans caged in with little success. Aaron was even better at fucking than his father. He'd made her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she subconsciously wished Sebastian would go deaf so she could moan as loudly as she wanted.

She didn't want this to stop; the pleasure her brother-in-law was pumping into her was just too delicious.

"Such a slut," Aaron said amidst grunts.

"Yes, Master. I'm your slut," she muttered amidst pants.

"Until I leave, you'll spread your legs for me whenever and wherever I want. Am I clear?"

"Hng~ Y-yes, Master Aaron. A-aah~ Fu-uck~ Please don't stop fucking me, Master. Urggh~ I-I love... Arhh~ your dick...so much~ Ah~ Ahh~ Oh, fuckk!!"

His pace increased, and the bed creaked in protest. Amelia was worried that Sebastian might wake up with how intensely the bed shook, but her fears didn't come to pass.

That fellow was still fast asleep!

"Cease your worries, that bastard is drugged. Even if a bomb drops, he won't wake up,"

That reassured her, and she moaned even louder, eventually riding him without fear of being too loud.

They cummed many minutes later, and she collapsed on his chest, both gasping for breath.

After resting enough, they head to the bathroom where they fucked in the shower with her doubled over, her hands behind her and held by Aaron as he banged her quim from behind.

...

It was the third day, 

Aaron would be leaving by 2 pm for his home in the next city. Her husband had gone to work, stating he would come back around 1:30 to see his brother off. After kissing her husband goodbye, she ordered the maid to get some things from the market. It would take her quite a while to find the items on the list.

"And when you're back, I want you to retire to your room and rest. You've been working hard these days; it'd be unkind of me to stress you more."

Anna, who wasn't too smart, was very grateful for the opportunity to rest. "Does that mean I could take time to see my family?"

"Yes, of course. They must miss you, don't you think?" 

The maid thanked her, almost shedding tears of gratitude. Amelia handed her extra money. "Take this and buy something nice to wear. Don't let your family think you aren't doing well in my home,"

The maid almost knelt, but Amelia fell back and told her not to attempt kneeling, for it was an insult to have an older person kneel before a younger one. After thanking her repeatedly, the maid left with joy. She swore that she would do her assigned task as fast as she could. But erm...that wouldn't be easy considering the traffic holdup far ahead on her route.

Now, it was just her and Aaron left in the house.

She ascended the stairs and went into Aaron's room, where she found him just stepping out of the bathroom in a towel. His hair was still wet, and water droplets enhanced his beauty before her. She walked to him and licked the water droplets on his left nipple while locking a seductive gaze with him.

"So impatient, huh?" he asked, his tone thick with amusement.

"Yes, I need you to fill me up, please."

"Then, get on the bed and spread your legs," 

She immediately obeyed, hiking her fitted red gown up to reveal she had nothing covering her crotch from the start.

Reclining on the bed, she spread her legs and cradled her knees while spreading the cunt folds wide as well to reveal her twitching slit. "Stuff me, please. Use me as you cum dumpster however you like, please."

"Sure thing," he let the towel fall off his waist and climbed the bed, assuming his position between her legs. He then stroked his already hard length and drew his upper body forward, sliding in just the head of his dick and then pulling out. He did that three times, and she became teary-eyed.

"Master, please, stop teasing me," she begged, her eyes on the delicious fuck tool.

"Alright, little one, I won't tease you anymore," he slid into her, burying his length to the hilt. Then he pinned her wrists to the bed while the heels of her feet dipped into the flesh of his waist.

He inclined his head and locked their lips in a passionate kiss while he started moving at a slow yet steady pace.

"Your cunt is so tight. So sweet to fuck, Amy," he complimented after ceasing the fiery kiss, "My brother fucking doesn't deserve you, and he can't even take proper care of you. Thankfully, there's me to nourish your cunt and prevent cobwebs from growing in it."

"Thank you for showing up. I really love the way you fucked me these past few days. I wish you wouldn't leave," 

"I have to. But don't worry, I have my ways. I'll come find you secretly at the pavilion in the garden around 10 pm every Friday. We'll have more than a quickie there. But if possible, we can do it at a hotel after you ask your husband for permission for a personal month-long vacation."

"Yeah, I'd love that too. For now, please wreck my body until it recognises just your cock," 

"As you wish, my princess," he grinned, his powerful thrusts gaining pace, the bed creaking for dear life.