His Second Wife

Chapter 59

~Christopher’s POV~ Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I lay beside my wife, regretting my actions once more, but this time there was nothing I could do to undo what I’d already done. The fucking control was something I failed to maintain. I couldn’t let her down. But, on the other hand, how long would she be willing to put up with it? I was terrified that I would lose her, and now I am even more terrified than I was before. As she drifted off to sleep, I stared at her. She was flawless in every way. What was she doing at the swingers’ club if she wasn’t having sex? You might wonder? People who frequent such establishments do so in order to have sex. Camille never had sex. My first cherry-popping experience, and it had to be with my wife! This is fantastic, to say the least. I never thought I’d ever sleep with a virgin since I couldn’t see one growing up. Each and every person I came across had a wealth of knowledge when it comes to sex. I even thought virgins would be lame, but my wife, Camila Grayston, was the fucking opposite of lame. It’s safe to say that she banged me on the spot. She met my thrusts with the deftness of someone who had been doing it for years. This woman is going to be the death of me. I kissed her and drew her close to me and whispered.

“I love you.” I did not receive a response. She was already fast asleep. As she slept, a flood of filthy thoughts rushed through my mind. In the end, I caved into my passion and did exactly what my subconscious wanted me to do. I lifted Camille up and placed her on top of me, forcing my crotch deep into her pussy with my bare hands. She winced in response to the agony, but then her eyes opened to greet mine. She rubbed her eyes and returned to her sleep with a smile. Slowly, carefully, and with my cock still in her pussy, I positioned her by her side of the bed and brought her close to me. And we slept with my cock still in her pussy.

I opened my eyes the next morning to discover Camila was still asleep. My cock was still alive and well inside her. As I watched her sleep, she was absolutely gorgeous. She began to sway her hips as if she could sense the presence of an erect cock in her groin area. She slowly opened her eyes to meet mine. Last night, she was a little tipsy. I’m hoping she’ll remember what we did. She brushed her lips against

mine, which caught me completely off guard. And I pressed myself forward. She moaned in the kiss. Immediately, I recognized her desire and gave it to her. Damn, this woman is going to be the end of me. I began slowly thrusting my hips as her hands drew me into a passionate kiss. I wasn’t planning on having sex this morning, but my cock was already firm within her. I lifted her leg and immediately began thrusting. Her breasts swung up and down in response to my thrusts. I pulled her over and began hammering deep inside her with one of her tits tucked into my mouth. By the time I was finished, she was struggling to catch her breath. She rose and made her way to the bathroom. No matter how enraged Camila becomes, she will always smile and greet me. Today, however, she did not, and I was curious as to why.

~Camila’s POV~

An intense scorching feeling between my legs woke me from my sleep. I was helpless in the face of anguish. I gently blinked, my eyes open to meet Chris’s. When I caught a glimpse of him beaming at me, I knew it was his cock in the space between my thighs. As the sun beat down on my cheeks, my skin was unable to withstand the blistering rays that penetrated through the glass window combined with the ones that penetrated between my legs. Everything that transpired last night was poured into my consciousness this morning. I wanted to fight for a drink. No matter what I did, my virgin core throbbed nonstop. I knew I desired him, I wanted him to fill me with his cock, but I also realized that he saw me as nothing more than a small girl. Part of me didn’t want to shed any tears in front of him, but when he offered that we drink together, part of me knew that we’d do more than drink. Well, initially I thought we would only touch. Everything devolved into an out-of-control smooching fiesta and then into endless fucking. Chris’ cock intruded on my space in ways that I had never been invaded before. It struck all the proper areas in my virgin kitty, and it caused me to yell his name over and over again for the rest of the evening. I had a fucking fiesta last night, which was a fucking blast. I was having so much fun that I woke up to yet another scorching feeling, which coincided with my pussy overflowing. I knew I wanted him to do what he did to me last night. But I can’t tell him. I’m too shy to tell him I want him to explore my pussy all over again. I looked at his well-sculpted chest with the eyes of a ravenous

young hyena. Unfortunately, my kitty was not up to the challenge. It failed me terribly. It began squeezing his cock till it was hard as a rock and started twitching inside my sex.

Damn it!

I could feel him shift his hip a little, and God, I wished he would move even more as I clung to him tighter. I glanced at his chest once more, as if he was encouraging me to touch it. Hell! What a fine specimen of a husband he was. I knew that the situation we were in was already precarious and perhaps dangerous. I could tell he just wanted to sleep inside me. My sex, on the other hand, was not soothing. It throbbed and throbbed nonstop. I tried to clench my legs to stop it. But that was merely a ruse to get Chris’s enormous cock to come along for another ride. I licked the inside of my lower lip and gently opened my eyes to meet Christopher’s. My legs were clamped once more, but my sex resisted by clutching his cock even harder, sucking the life out of it. Fuck! I completely lost my composure and kissed him. With each tug of my arm, he slowly forced his way inside of me, and I moaned my way into his lips.

“Oh.” I mewled even louder when he elevated my leg to examine my sex in greater detail, he made me watch as his cock thrust in and out, as my pussy swallowed his cock whole. When he was through, I was on the verge of crying because I knew what we had done would bring me a great deal of discomfort in the future. I wanted him. I’ve been wishing for him to see me as a woman for a long time. I’m well aware that I’ll come to regret it, but I just want to soak up every last beat of it. I have no qualms about him being my first. Even with the divorce, I still love Chris. I know it’s weird, but I still have feelings for my ex-husband. He has completely damaged my sexual experience. I am convinced of this. I will never surrender myself to another man but him. I threw him one final scowl and walked over to the bathroom.