"Chapter 1"
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Thomas quietly crept toward the bedroom at the end of the hall. The door he approached was slightly ajar, allowing a fractile of light to spill into the pitch-black corridor which he lurked. Thomas smiled as he inched closer. His right hand was casually concealed behind his back. Within his palm he cupped a thick, wet, white cloth that he'd folded into a tiny, inconspicuous square. Thomas peeked through the crack in the door once he reached the bedroom's threshold. The sight before him sent blood rushing to his cock...
Thomas's wife, Alex, relaxed angelically atop the covers on the far side of the bed. She wore a thin, silk nightgown which flowed down the length of her torso, ending just above the bend of her knees. A small lamp on the bedside dresser illuminated her fit, curvy body within a soft, delicate glow. Thomas smiled wider as he continued staring at his beautiful wife. Her bare feet crossed at the ankles as her upper body rested against three oversized pillows that she'd wedged between her back and the bed's firm, wooden headboard. A large, tome-like book sat in her lap while her hypnotic, bluish-gray eyes scanned the pages below. Thomas squinted to read the cover...
"The Guardians..." Thomas mouthed to himself.
It was the newest release from Alex's favorite novelist, John Grisham.
Thomas blissfully continued surveilling his wife. The text between her legs seemed to occupy the entirety of her attention. Thomas continued to watch. Whenever his wife would turn the page, her dyed, ginger locks would ever so slightly sway from side-to-side. Thomas could barely contain himself as he prepared to enter...
"Hey" he smiled, with his right hand still hidden behind his back.
"Hey," Alex replied without looking up.
"What ya doing over there?" he walked closer.
"Just reading..." she responded robotically.
"Nice," Thomas smiled, making his way onto the vacant side of the bed.
Alex continued to read.
"What's it about?" asked Thomas.
"That's what I'm trying to find out..." she replied, slightly annoyed.
"Is it any good?" Thomas smiled, wiggling his body closer toward the center of the mattress.
Alex exhaled a deep breath.
"Babe," she angrily waved the book in front of his face. "I'm clearly only several pages in. It's far too early to tell whether or not the story is actually..."
Thomas was no longer listening. His cock throbbed and anything his wife said immediately converted into a faint, white noise. A devious smile curled across his lips. Thomas removed the cloth from behind his back and pounced forward with palpable delight.
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"MMMMPPPPHHHHHHH!!" Alex roared into the damp, white square.
"That's it babe...just breathe it in!" Thomas smiled as he smothered his wife.
"TMMMMMM, STPPP!!" she yelled inaudibly.
"That's right..." he smiled. "The harder you fight, the harder you breathe. There you go..."
Thomas continued pressing the moist rag against Alex's nose and mouth.
"TMMMMM, I SDDDD STPPPP!!"
"Mmmmmhhhhhhmmmmm," Thomas smiled. "That's it. Just slow and steady. Let the chloro do its work..."
"TMMMMMMM!!" she yelled again.
Thomas didn't budge. The only thing that changed was his smile. It grew wider.
Alex began aggressively tapping on Thomas's shoulder. Thomas immediately removed the cloth.
Alex gasped for air.
"Babe, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes, Thomas, I'm fine. I'm just...not in the mood."
