After my adventurous and filthy night at Antoine's, my husband Luke had been quiet. He wasn't mad. He was too stubborn and cocky for that. He was planning his revenge; we were back in our penthouse, and I Elise was cleaning the kitchen.
"H-hello sir..." She murmurs innocently, looking at Luke like he was a king. I could tell the little bitch was fawning over Luke. I hope he didn't bring her over to clean our sparkling clean house to imply he cheated on me with her; at least pick someone convincing.
"Be ready in 20. Our helicopter will be on the helipad to take us to our yacht." Luke says as i strode to our master bathroom to rinse off all the sex. I loved staying at our yacht; it was so relaxing, luxurious and filled with delicious staff members.
I sighed at the feeling of the warm water against my soft skin. I suddenly felt all the soreness in my body, compliments of Antoine's back-breaking thrusts. A cold air suddenly rushes in and a pair of hands are on my tits; it was Luke.
"Mmm, finally." i moan out softly, wanting his hands...No, i craved his hands. I look down and see his cock is between my legs, sticking out and lightly grazing my thighs, and my wet cunt felt his throbbing member as he thrusted lightly.
"Oh baby, you're so big...give it to me."
I close my eyes, leaning my head back against his broad and muscular shoulder. His hands travel my body, finding my breasts and giving them a much needed squeeze before he pulls away and leaves me in a horny mess.
"Luke, you fucking asshole! ARGH!" i yell out and sigh. i could cry from how horny and unsatisfied i was right now.
Once i was done with my shower, i dried off and decided to up my game. Luke had teased me in the shower, which did make me horny, but I was the one who spent all night getting laid, so I don't understand why he didn't just fuck me. Maybe that was his point, that I'm the one who needs release, he can bide his time. Or maybe he wanted me to really think he had already got some last night with Elise. Whatever it was, his silence told me he wanted me to think about it, wanted me to sweat about it.
As he waits for me on our helipad by the private helicopter, I walk onto the roof in my tiniest bikini that could still just pass to be worn in public. It was a small pink teardrop shape that covered my nipples as well as just about covered my down below.
Clear thin straps held the tiny bikini together, enough to create an illusion it was stuck on, only the shadow cast by my skin gripped under the tight floss-like material gave it away it was even there. From behind, I was as good as naked. I had Elise follow me to the helicopter, giving her a look at my essentially bare body, taking big powerful yet still graceful strides in my custom pink stilettos, probably more expensive than what she'd earn in a year.
