EXTRACT FOR
A Traditional Wife
(Kelly Addams)

Milo had parked next to Wesley's Maserati, it wasn't a spot that he would have chosen himself, like every other manager he didn't want to be the one who opened a door too quickly and gave the Italian supercar a dent. Much better to park a few spaces further away, better to be safe than sorry. But Ariana had insisted, and as she'd closed her door she turned and stroked her fingertips over the smooth yellow body right down to the silver trident embedded in the front grill.

"How much does one of these cost?" she asked softly.

Milo shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I'm guessing that just the insurance premium is more than I earn in a year."

"Pure power," she crooned softly, "Just like its owner."

Milo heard footsteps on the concrete floor, the sound echoing around the vast parking garage. Wesley appeared as his side and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"One of my little indulgences." he chuckled.

Milo wasn't sure if he was talking about the car, or Ariana.

"So beautiful, such a perfect shape, and completely awesome when you're inside." Wesley squeezed the shoulder and stepped aside to allow Ariana to pass. Milo still wasn't sure if his boss was talking about the car, his words seemed to fit either option perfectly.

"And Ariana, my hot-blooded favourite," he said with a grin, "That dress is stunning. It looks so good on you."

"It looks even better off me." Ariana giggled, then pulled the tie that pinched the fabric beneath her tits, then slipped the straps from her shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground, "Don't you agree?" she asked cheekily.

Milo glanced nervously around the deserted parking garage, Wesley's liaisons with several wives may have been widely suspected, but the gossip had been limited to supposition. If anyone saw Ariana, completely naked, unashamed and in the open, with Wesley, then the gossip would be uncontrollable.

"I've been wanting to do this all evening." she sighed as she slowly sunk to her knees and reached out to tug Wesley's zip. Wesley edged a fraction closer then stroked his fingers across her swollen tits, leaning forward a little so that he could tweak her sensitive nipples.

Ariana gasped, then grasped Wesley's belt, tugging hard in her urgency, she needed him, she needed him right there. Milo wondered if it was in some way an effort to stake her claim on him, there may have been others, but she was declaring that she was still the first, she was still the most favoured.

"That's better," she grinned as his rapidly stiffening length sprung free of his boxers, "Now let me give him an early Christmas present." and as Milo stood beside his car, constantly glancing nervously over his shoulder at every small noise, his wife opened her mouth wide and sucked Wesley's thick cock right to the back of her throat.

She gagged, and choked. Wesley thrust his hips forward keeping his cock in place, and Milo felt a very familiar stiffening. Once again he saw Ariana's throat bulge and groaned aloud, he desperately wanted to free his own cock and start jerking, but the thought of being seen by co-workers denied him that option. For them to see his wife sucking their boss would be bad enough, without the word spreading that while she was giving head, he was jerking himself off. That would be taking humiliation a step too far.

Ariana pulled away and gasped as she wiped saliva from her chin. "I want you to cum Wesley. I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste you, I want to swallow your load like a raw oyster. Fuck I need it so bad, cum for me, please!"

Wesley looked down on her and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, then rammed his cock back hard and grunted as her tongue and teeth worked around the rim of his mushroom shaped glans. Ariana knew that he loved that, it was his one real weakness. He was a man who could control his orgasms, he could pump away for hours, always hard, always ready... but she knew that as soon as her pearly white teeth began to scrape, within seconds he would be squirting like a creamy fountain.

And that evening was no different, Wesley stiffened, his back arched as he strained and pumped a massive load across her tonsils.

To the side Milo groaned, he was fighting the urge to touch, because he knew that just one finger on his cock would open the floodgates. He was weak, and he accepted that, just watching his wife behaving like a total slut took him right to the edge. He wanted to close his eyes, to think about something else until his cock began to wilt again. But now that Wesley had cum, it would be almost over, they would go their separate ways and he would avoid another explosion inside his pants.

But it wasn't almost over. Ariana swallowed every drop of cum with relish then opened her mouth wide, a small act to prove that she had taken every drop. Milo expected her to then grab her dress and struggle back to her feet, instead she grasped Wesley's shaft and guided it back to her mouth, whispering, "The next load is for my face and tits."