Hi there. This is short erotic scene between a husband and wife femdom duo. Enjoy.
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If Stacey St. James looked at my husband's ass one more time, I was going to deck her in the eye.
The St. James' have lived next to us since we moved into town. I worked with Richard St. James at the law firm and that was the only reason I agreed to suffer through these customary dinners every few weeks. Usually, the couple was merely irritating, but when Stacey ogled Apollo's ass while he put the dishes in the dishwasher...now that was just provoking.
"The cobbler was fantastic, Pol," Stacey said when he came back, batting her fake spiderlike lashes at him. She pushed her bottle-blonde hair over her shoulder. "You'll have to share your recipe with me."
"Sure," Pol replied, because he's an innocent angel who didn't seem to realize that Stacey couldn't care less about his admittedly fantastic cobbler.
But of course, Apollo glanced at me before he answered her. As adorable as he was, he knew I would punish him did he not seek permission first before giving away something that was his. He was mine, and invariably everything he owned was mine, too.
He only said yes after I nodded.
He's been so good today, I thought. Perhaps I might finally let him come. How long has it been? Two weeks?
I knew it had been a long time because he'd started to get twitchy, eyes following my every move in anticipation. He had mentioned nothing, but I could tell from the slight quiver in his body whenever I got close that he was aching for release.
Soon, my love. Soon.
"Thanks, Pol," Stacey said in that irritating voice of hers, fluttering her eyelashes once more.
I raised my eyebrow at Richard to see how he reacted to his wife's blatant flirting. He wasn't looking at her. Instead, he was sneering at my husband. "That's a nice apron you got there, Pol?"
His tone was sarcastic, but Apollo ignored it, answering sincerely with a proud grin. "Thanks. My wife got it for me."
He beamed at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. He always called me that. My wife. As though he couldn't believe his luck, even though we both knew I was the lucky one to have found him.
I could almost hear Stacey grit her teeth with jealousy. All the women in the neighborhood had made fun of me when we first moved here. A house husband, they scoffed when I joined their stupid book club meetings. So he doesn't have a job? Do you make all the money? I'm guessing you wear the pants in the relationship too right?
I didn't care about their jokes or mocking, especially because, just a few short months later, most of the women in my book club now drooled over him. All it took was them meeting him one time to see exactly what made me fall in love with him in the first place. He had everything their deep-pocketed husbands lacked; kindness, devotion, strength, not to mention his devastatingly good looks.
Apollo never cared about what they said. He was a man who had experienced much in his life, including several tours in Afghanistan. He had nothing to prove to anybody. That quiet confidence was one of the things I loved most about him.
"I guess he has to earn his keep someway around here," Richard St James muttered under his breath, making his wife gasp, "Richard!"
Pol merely smiled at the man. I smiled at Richard too, but for an entirely different reason.
I was going to show him exactly how Pol earned his keep.
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The naughty thought wouldn't let go of me, and I finally decided to put it into action a day later.
On Saturdays, the St Jameses liked to have breakfast on their balcony, which was directly across our balcony. I came up to Apollo while he was cleaning the glass dividers leading onto it, pressing my front against his back and pushing him into the glass.
His body seemed to relax and tense at the same time.
"Amy?" His voice was questioning, hopeful.
"You smell so good," I whispered, watching the goosebumps pop up at the back of his neck. "Did you just get out of the shower?"
"Yes." His throat moved when he swallowed. He had dropped the duster he was using and his hands were now pressed against the glass. "They can see us." His voice was hushed, as if revealing a dirty secret.
"Are they looking?" I asked.
"No."
My hand slipped under his polo shirt, going straight for his puckered nipple. "Then maybe we should make them look."
"Why?" The question came out in a hiss because my fingers circled his nipples once, before pinching them. I rolled them between my forefinger and thumb and his whole body trembled like an earthquake.
My other hand trailed lower, over his lean abdomen, releasing the snap of his jeans. The minute I did, his head turned to the side to watch me over his shoulder. I could see the flush in his cheeks.
"Why?" he asked again.
"Why not?" I kissed the back of his neck and he shivered. "I want them to see exactly how you earn your keep around here."
I slipped into the band of his briefs, searching. His cock was at attention, waiting for me, and he moaned when I wrapped my cool palm around it. It did not surprise me to find it sticky with pre-cum. He was on the edge, probably has been for some time.
"Your safe word Pol," I said. "Now would be a good time to use it if you don't want this."
