The Charming Prince

To the outside world, we were perfect. A modern day romance everyone thought only existed in those old movies I loved so much. You, were always smiling. Laughter was as synonymous to us as the smell of coffee was to the streets of our quaint Italian villa.

Maybe it was the way you constantly hugged my arm as we walked down the cobblestone streets, or perhaps how even after all this time I never once neglected to open a door or pull out a chair for you. Whatever the reason, you believed in our love perhaps even more so than they could ever imagine. All fairy tales, however, must have a villain. You just never expected it to be the prince.

The rain wasn't necessarily coming down hard, more of an inconvenience if anything. Still, you rushed through it making your way to our front door in an attempt to finally be free from its pattering. The smell of the various cafes mixed with the fresh rain filled your scent as you fumbled for your keys. If it wasn't for the fact that your car broke down, the sounds and smells would have been quite relaxing to you.

You welcomed the refuge as you stepped inside. Pulling off your heels as you brushed the damp strands of chestnut hair from your face. You checked yourself in the hallway mirror and realized the damage was much more sustained than you thought. Water rolled down your neck into your cleavage. Your red blouse clinging to your breasts as though it was another layer of your body. Your turquoise nails worked to peel it away as you felt the cold brush across your nipples. Nipples which were clearly visible for all to see. You liked it like that, just enough attention to make heads turn. Maybe that thought is what made your body heat up despite the rains best efforts. Made your breasts swell as you thought of your lovers mouth tenderly drying them were he here. You could practically feel him on you as your gaze held lost in your reflection.

Now, however, was not the time to get lost in a trance. You left your heels at the foot of the stairs at the end of the hallway. You needed to get out of these clothes. Your plan was to do nothing more than dry off and rest next to the balcony as you enjoyed what was tormenting you only moments before. As you neared the top of the stairs however, you heard a noise. A grunt or a groan of some kind. Your heart jumped. Should you call the police? No one should be home. Your curiosity got the better of you though as you inched your way toward the noise.

Now you could hear another voice. Softer, more feminine. Your mind raced with all the possibilities. Your brain telling you to go, but your instinct telling you to push forward. With each step the sounds grew louder. With each step the possibilities narrowing. Until finally, you reached the threshold of your bedroom and eager eyes peeked into the room.

To say your heart fell simultaneously into your stomach and jumped in your throat would be an understatement. All of a sudden you felt light headed, weak, in a daze. Your hand gripped the doorway to stop yourself from falling. Your mouth fell slightly open as a silent gasp escaped your ruby lips. You turned away, your back pressed against the wall as your eyes clenched tightly shut hoping this was all just a dream. You felt your heart beat away the seconds, and as each one passed you slowly accepted the reality of the situation. Reluctantly, hesitantly, you began to peek around the corner once more.

There, basked in the cloudy light, you discovered the man you loved wrapped in the throes of passion. You felt frozen as you watched his hands claw at her skin beneath the black flowered gown. The same gown that was resting in your wardrobe earlier today. You wanted to rush in and push her off as she rode on top of him, your body heated with rage, humiliation, and lust.

It was that last emotion that kept you pinned in place. You didn't understand why your body was reacting this way. Amidst all the anger there was jealousy. Under all the pain there was longing. Yes the anger caused your blood to boil, but so did the desire. The desire to be in her place. To have your hands on his heaving chest as you brought him closer and closer to elation. To feel his fingers deftly make their way under your dress to caress your supple skin. The contrast between his sun kissed body and your moon kissed frame joining as one. You were shocked to find yourself banishing the earlier feelings to the back of your mind.

Shocked to find your breasts swelling against your shirt as your nipples hardened. Shocked to find your hand moving up your thigh inside your leopard printed skirt and discovering the rain wasn't the only thing that had made you wet.

Your legs tensed ever so slightly as your fingers found their mark. Your eyes glued to your lover as his face contorted in ecstasy. Part of you wanted to be riding his face at that instant. The thought of confronting face to face the harlot that had seduced him made your heart race with both anxiety and excitement. You imagined staring into her face as his tongue explored your inner depths. Your hands on his chest as hers lay on his stomach, her blonde hair nearly falling in your face as she impaled herself over and over again on his cock. On your cock. Yes, he was yours, and you would not allow anyone to take him. Your gaze boring into hers as if to say you allow this only so he could cast you off like so many other women before. A tool merely for his amusement and nothing more. You imagined the smirk on her face as she made him groan into you. Her tits pressed out to you as if in challenge. The thought only made you that much more fierce.

Your skirt was now hiked around your waist as the scene before you became that much more aggressive. Your fingers diving in and out of your body, rubbing your clitoris as you stood transfixed to the couple in front of you. Her hands as she dug them into his ebony hair pulling him into a kiss. His hungry smile as he drove himself in and out of her body. Each thrust causing her to yelp in pleasure. Your other hand had pulled down your blouse to expose your breasts as you teased your hard nipples. Each press sending shocks throughout your body and causing your pussy to convulse in bliss.

You were sure your heavy breathing would draw their attention. Your body now fully engulfed in your wanton lust. The sight of her breasts jutting against the fabric of your gown made you want to rip it off her. Even as his hands fondled the pair beneath. You began to pull on your nipples as your fingers expertly found your most sensitive spot. You were lost in this moment. Lost in your desire and his lust. Lost in the smell of sex that was filling the room with its euphoric aroma. Your legs were shaking as he tore your dress down from her body. Watching as he took her hardened bud into his mouth. Your own spasming as you groped them in turn. Maybe that's why when his eyes caught sight of you, you could only stand there and bask in the moment. You saw him cease for the moment your eyes connected. Saw the confusion and guilt and fear wash across his face in an instant. Saw it replaced by understanding and relief as you bit your bottom lip in approval.

This was it. The moment you showed her who really had a claim on him. The way his eyes stayed mesmerized on you as you finger fucked yourself before him. The way he fucked her even more intensely as he watched you bring your hand to your mouth and suck away your juices. His breathing growing ever more ragged and his grunts ever more fierce as you lifted your leg to give him a full view of your ministrations. Your body wracking with bliss as your head hung and twisted back and forth. His hands left marks on her back as you turned away to give him a view of your round ass he loved so much. Her screams music to your ears as she was now just as much your plaything as his. You could feel his eyes trace the curves of your legs as he moved them up and down. Felt him linger on how exposed your were to his gaze. It only made the fire burn even more intense inside you.

You could hear her moans grow louder,l. Her orgasm getting closer, as was yours. The sound of their bodies slapping together and the wind and rain along with your own pounding heart provided the orchestra to your climax. Your body seized. All sound grew quiet as your mind was filled with that familiar highest of highs. You were vaguely aware of your nails clawing into the wood as your body began to grow limp from the waves of pleasure coursing through you. You weren't even sure if they were your moans or hers echoing in the room as you rode out the tide of ecstasy. You glanced back, just in time to see him jerk his final thrusts as he emptied his seed inside her body. Her hair draping across his sweaty brow, his eyes still transfixed upon your form. You turned and stood. Straightening your clothing and brushing your hair from your view. Your final smirk and hungry stare all you left him with as you exited the room. Oh yes, this was going to be a lot of fun.