by Writing Shark
After the sex with your wife
Arm in arm, you lie in bed with your wife, enjoying her closeness as she enjoys yours. You have an exciting, various, and loving sex life that gives you more energy than it takes, and you both work to keep your marriage as intense in the bedroom as it used to be. Your primary task is to encourage Hellen in her views and to show her that the efforts she invests in you are not in vain. While your wife is giving you everything she can, it is up to you to give her the love, security and attention she needs. It’s a trade that ensures Hellen submits to you willingly and you don’t have to spend unnecessary energy controlling the willing bitch you married.
Outside the bed and after sex your relationship is just as intense but here you make sure that your wife can proudly show which man she has given her life to. So you run your fingers through her tousled hair while she nestles her sweaty body against yours. She lies on her side to spare her sore breasts and buttocks and your hands glide over her skin, healing it with gentle touches.
“Do you think Alice is really ready?” you hear her soft voice. She doesn’t doubt you, only her daughter. “I know how stupid and ungrateful I was at 20.” She looks at you in love. “I didn’t deserve you.” And you smile.
“But now you deserve me.” It’s always nice to see how strongly your lovely whore of a wife responds to those words. “And you did a good job of raising Alice to get her to this point.”
“I have you to thank for that.”
“I know.” It won’t do either of you any good to lie to each other about that. “Tonight I talked to her.” You tell her about Connor and your wife’s body stiffens.
“What are we going to do about him? Do you want me to deny her seeing him?” She’d throw herself in a bullet for you but you shake your head. Then you explain your next move to her. “You are so good James” she breathes and shakes her head. Then she kisses you deeply. “Please promise me that you won’t let Alice get as bad as me. Please don’t let her become like her mother.”
“Like you were then,” you add sympathetically. “Don’t worry. I’ll make her as perfect as you are now.”
“Honey…Master…”
It took a lot of work but with Hellen you did it. She sees it as her duty to raise her daughters so that you want to sleep with them, and only when Alice wraps her legs around you and calls you ‘daddy’ does her mother know she doesn’t have to worry about her eldest daughter anymore.
You can’t pull yourselves together but this time the sex is intimate and loving. You can do that too and it is the duty of a husband to know what his wife needs. You are just especially happy with Hellen because she needs what you want. But still you want to make sure that she gives you her eldest daughter with a smile on her soul. You didn’t spend all that energy molding her only to not reap her gratitude.
After your wife has finally climbed down from you – she was allowed to ride you once to celebrate the day – you shoo her giggling across the hallway on the second floor into your bathroom. It’s like you’re still freshly in love as she lolls in front of you and you wet her with the warm water from the showerhead. You massage her body and soap her sore skin with your wet hands while she just enjoys your touch.
“James?” she finally asks as you rub shampoo into her hair to smooth it down. “What Alice said today about Elise…”
“What honey?” Your wife seems hesitant, but no wonder. Today should be all about Alice and her perfect body, her upbringing and her soul that will soon be yours.
“I’m worried about the girl. She has no father and her mother…” Your wife turns to you and puts her hands on your arms. You allow her to lift them to her breasts while her abdomen rubs against yours. “Women need a man in their lives to control them. I know that. And Alice knows that too. But Elise…”
“She’s not our daughter honey,” you say softly.
“She’s the same age as Alice.” Hellen nibbles her lip. “Maybe you could…”
“Honey, our commitment is to our daughters, and only them” you explain to her “Yes Elise is a pretty girl but Alice is the target we are focused on.” You hug your wife.
“I just worry,” she says.
“That’s my job honey” you reassure her and nibble on her ear. “You just have to worry that your oldest daughter will be joining you in my bed soon, okay?” Hellen looks at you from her loyal eyes. She is a kind-hearted person and wants the best for the people in her life. That’s a good quality and as the man of the house, you need to use those resources wisely. “Alice is important now. And Gemma after that.” You smile. Your youngest daughter is rarely spoken to lately the closer the big day gets for Alice but neither you nor Hellen are under any illusions.
“Okay.” And that’s the end of the subject.
As you walk back into your room, the light on your cell phone glows. It’s already very late but you’re pretty sure what’s coming. Smiling, you look at the display.
“What is it?” asks your wife and you let your eyes run over her lithe body. Then you hold your cell phone under her nose.
“Still want to talk about our neighbor girls?” You grin devilishly.
Writing Shark 