240 Son-in-law (1/2)
Abigail straddled him and rode him slowly, enjoying the sensation through her lacy underwear. She was already wet with desire and she couldn't believe how eagerly her body responded to him.
”Wife, please…” Alex begged.
”Am I doing it wrong?” Abi asked.
”No! Yes! Darn, Abigail. Are you trying to ride me to drive me insane?! You're torturing me right now, you know?”
Abi looked at his pained face and she couldn't help but smile. In all the times they had made love, this was the first time she was in control. It was a very different feeling to everything else that she had ever known. She had never been a dominant person. She was shy and she was the type of person who would follow other stronger personalities, unless it was something that she was truly passionate about. Only then would her stubborn personality come out to play. She was definitely feeling very passionate at this moment and she found that she did enjoy this feeling of freedom, of being able to 'torture' her husband like this. It was an odd feeling but it wasn't an unwelcome one.
Abi paused on top of him before she hopped off him. She stripped the last piece of clothing she wore, her eyes holding Alex's gaze and the heat in the room rocketed.
Seeing his wife stripping before him, making eye contact with him was the most arousing thing he had seen thus far. He couldn't believe how daring his wife had become and he was nearly going out of his mind from desire. The little monster was so hard and so big that it was becoming almost painful for him.
Seeing her husband's pained expression, Abigail didn't dawdle any further. She straddled him again and guided his little monster inside her slick, slippery entrance. She then settled herself down, taking him wholly inside of her. He was so hard that it took a few seconds for her body to get used to his size. She wiggled her bottom a little, trying to adjust and a tortured moan echoed in the room as well as the sound of the belt pulling against the headboard.
This was such sweet torture that and she hadn't even really begun yet. Alex's hands clenched on his restraints and it took all of his remaining sanity not to break through it.
”Abigail… please have mercy on your husband,” he begged, clearly needing her to help relieve him from the pain.
Abi started to move, forward and back, in slow motion, just like how he guided her that night under the stars. Her hips moved forward and back, riding his massive member into a slow trot around the racecourse. Her hands fell on his chest, pushing on them for support as she rode him. She had had a lot of rest during the day so she felt like she had quite a lot of energy so instead of going slow like she had originally planned, she increased her pace.
”Yes, Abi…” Alex groaned as his muscles tightened. He knew he was going to burst soon and his mind started to fade into the realms of pure ecstasy. Abigail kept her pace up and in the next second, there was a ripping sound as his hands became free of his restraints. His hand then went straight to her hips as he thrust into her with his hips. He helped her, guided her until they both couldn't take it anymore and the fireworks exploded in a wonderful display of many colours.
It took a minute for them to catch their breaths again. As they panted, Alex sat up and whispered in her ears.
”What are you going to do to me next? Huh? My wife?”
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