All characters are 18 years old or older. Thank you for reading and enjoy!
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Darcy's knees began to hurt, but she stayed kneeling on the hard wooden floor of her husband's house. She dipped the rag back into the bucket of lukewarm soapy water, and continued to scrub the floors. She felt a draft come in from the window. The chill gave her goosebumps and made her exposed nipples harden.
Her husband had ordered her to wear nothing except her chastity belt for the day and she had obeyed his wishes. Darcy felt nervous at the thought of being exposed, even if she was in her own home. The nervousness made her excited. Darcy wanted nothing more than to please her husband. Doing what he asked always made her feel warm and wet between her legs.
When she had finished scrubbing the floors, she began her other tasks for the day. She sat, curled up, on her husband's armchair while she read. Then she practiced her writing, just as he had requested. This time he had requested that she write anything she like. Jesse knew that his wife was bright and creative. Though she needed practice, he didn't want her to get bored with the chores he was giving her. He wanted to push her mind, to inspire her and help her to grow.
Jesse had given her a notebook to keep her progress in. Sometimes Darcy would write lists of new words or things she had to get done. Sometimes she'd write small stories or questions about the books she'd read. When Jesse read over her work he would always commend her for working so diligently. He loved how studious and thoughtful his wife was.
Darcy wrote, her delicate fingers wrapping around the pen, creating words that before had just been unintelligible symbols. Her husband had given her some freedom by teaching her. Darcy had always wanted to know how to read and write. As a child, Darcy would often come up with imaginative and complex stories to pass the time, but she'd never been able to record them. Now she could; and her husband was responsible.
Whenever Darcy thought about Jesse, she would think about how lucky she was to have a man like him. So many of her friends had married into rich families, or they had married quickly. Yet, none of them ever seemed as happy or as fulfilled as she was. When the other girls would talk about their husbands, they sounded tired and irate. But, Darcy never felt that way about Jesse. He gave Darcy both attention and correction. He taught her and made her laugh. More than anything, he always made sure that she was taken care of.
Sometimes, she would feel sad when she thought of her husband. He was much more kind than she deserved. Perhaps that was why Darcy felt a strong loyalty to Jesse. The way he took care of and provided for her made her all the more willing to obey him. She held a deep admiration for her husband. She wanted to follow his orders. It was a calling for her, this deep longing to serve him. She loved how affectionate he was with her. It was the knowledge that made it so hard for her now. She knew how good he could make her feel and now she was unable to feel anything. He'd kept her locked in her chastity belt for over a week, and she was beginning to feel desperation set in.
She began to put away her notebook and pen, placing it on the bookshelf beside her husband's things when she heard the door open.
From the other side of the house, Darcy heard her husband's deep, husky voice.
She turned away from the bookshelf to greet him. Walking over to the door, where he was taking off his shoes and setting down some wood. Once he was standing up straight again, Darcy got on her knees before him. Her innocent big eyes peering up at him. She placed her hands behind her back.
"May I please..." she said looking at the growing bulge in his pants.
He smiled down at her, unbuttoning his pants. Darcy kissed him though his pants and then took the zipper in her teeth pulling it down. Her eyes flashed up at him.
"That's a good girl," Her husband said praising her as his hand stroked her cheek. He took his cock out and grabbing a fistful of Darcy's hair, began to fill her mouth and throat with his rod. Darcy could feel herself getting more needy each time he thrust. She desperately needed to feel him in between her legs.
Jesse's thick cock pulsing inside her throat and against her tongue as she gagged. Her eyes watered. Jesse was moaning, his back against the front door. The sounds of his pleasure were like a chorus to Darcy. She could feel the warmth growing inside her own body. Taking her hands from behind her back, she started to play with her husband's balls.
"That's it," he moaned, "That's it Darcy."
Darcy was determined to send him over the edge. She felt incredibly bold. She was pleasing him without even so much as being asked. Despite the slight embarrassment she felt at her brazen acts, Darcy felt a surge of excitement zapped through her core.
Jesse came deep in his wife's throat and when he was finished he helped her up and carried her to the armchair. Jesse wrapped one arm around her waist and placed a hand on top of her head so that she could rest on his shoulder for a moment.
After a moment, his hands began to travel across her shoulder and down her back to the delicate skin of her collar bone and neck. He planted soft kisses along her neck and breasts. His other hand spread her thighs apart. His fingertips barely touching the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as Darcy leaned her head back, savoring the feeling. He pressed his lips to hers, briefly. Then again, he brought a hand up and played with Darcy's nipple. Darcy let out a moan as he touched her.
"Please.." Darcy whined, her eyes begging him as her hands moved down to the belt, trying in vain to push it off, "Please unlock it.."
Instead, Darcy's husband leaned in for another kiss and pinched her nipple more. He nibbled at her ear and palmed her soft round ass. Darcy felt him spank her playfully. Her eyes shot open.
"Set the table for us while I wash up," he said with another kiss.
