Lulu And Dax

In the Wilde brownstone, the morning sun crept in, casting a soft glow over the living room where Byte, the family's gentle great dane, redefined the concept of "sprawled" on the couch. His colossal paws dangled off the edge, his jowls resting on a cushion with a sigh that seemed to say, "This is my kingdom." Meanwhile, Zora, their regal Maine Coon cat, sat perched like a queen on the windowsill, her tail flicking idly back and forth. Her golden eyes surveyed the sidewalk below, every pigeon and passerby subjected to her silent, haughty judgment.

Having gathered the babies and secured them behind a gated area of the living room, Dax & Lulu took in the scene.

"Look at these gangsters in fur, man? Pimps the both of 'em. You know we work for them right?" Lulu smiled, nodding towards Byte and Zora as she leaned against her husband in the kitchen doorway. Her fingers idly caressing his over the knotted silk robe tied loosely around her waist.

"Criminals the both of 'em," Dax agreed.

"That dog snores loud enough to wake the dead," Lulu whispered, her lips curling into a grin as they approached the slumbering dog.

"Really, and what about Zora? Plotting world domination, one pigeon at a time," Dax added, wrapping his arms tighter around Lulu's waist. Their laughter mingled.

"Speaking of domination...Last night" Lulu's voice trailed off a purr as she tilted her head up, her eyes locked onto Dax's.

Last Night...

"Why do you torture me?" Lulu whined breathlessly.

"Because it's fun." Dax admitted with an evil laugh.

He's in a mood.

"Now I want you to hush. Every little bit of you, I mean to have it. You are my fuck doll tonight. Fuck dolls don't talk. Fuck dolls don't move. Fuck dolls lie pretty and silent with all their tight holes easily and slickly accessible. Fuck dolls lie there and take it. This pretty little body is mine to use and to fuck."

In this moment she hated him. She loved him. She wanted to kill him. She wanted him to fuck her. Or at least let her come. He'd been slowly torturing her for the better part of an hour now!

She made the mistake of scoffing. "Yeah? Well if I'm a fuck doll, what's with the rope?"

He smiled like the devil himself. "Someone wants a spanked pussy."

"I do, I do, I DO! Please spank me! Eat me! Anything! I need to come Dax! Or you could let me do something to you! Anything please!" She was writing frantically in her bindings.

He was tempted to laugh until he saw her chin quiver and her eyes well with tears.

"Ooooh, no, no, no, shhh, bébé," he quickly untied her and gave her tender kisses. "I forgot how it is with us. Baby always comes first and then she lets me play with her."

"Yes." She pouted adorably, frustrated tears standing in her eyes.

"You're going to be my good girl and stay still and quiet while I give you my mouth, and then I'm going to fuck you - hard."

She sniffled again and took a shuddering breath, "Ok."

"Poor baby, I teased it too much and now Ms. Peaches is suffering." I'm only mildly mortified by the wet squelching sounds as he pumps two fingers into me while dipping his head and kissing to my nipples sucking with gentle strokes of his tongue until the nubs are taut.

"Now, let's take proper care of this needy little pussy of yours, hmm?"

He then makes his way down my belly, tenderly kissing my flesh, Grasping my hips, he closes his eyes and inhales me, before nuzzling into my mound and feasting on me as I lie there trying not to squirm. Finally his tongue glazes over my clit, I moan helplessly. He squeezes my hips and keeps eating, with husky deep grunts. The way he's holding me. The hot, wet feel of his tongue, of rough strong hands, of his beard scratching my sensitive skin, the sensation is one of overwhelming elation. Closing my eyes, I let go and allow myself to be swept away. A deep sigh of release shudders past my lips. Parting my thighs he shoves his tongue inside me. I assist by arching myself to his mouth as best I can, rocking my hips eager for him to make a meal of me. Sliding another finger inside me he sucks hard on my throbbing clit, lapping and sucking with his tongue and lips back and forth over it until I come again screaming his name.

He wastes no time pulling me to the bottom of the bed bending me over and slamming himself inside me. Taking up a steady, punishing rhythm until I was barely gripping the covers -- Dax held my hips in the air, my face buried in the sable, my nipples sliding and rubbing back and forth in the soft fur as he fucked me so viciously my feet were off the ground.

Turning my head to the side to draw a breath, I could see in the corner mirror that I was a total mess -- tear streaked face, glazed eyes, and mouth a perfect O as orgasm after orgasm crashed over me in an endless, white - hot wave of sensation. My eyes latched on to pumping of his naked ass before drifting to my husband's face. His expression as we locked eyes in the mirror was all at once sinister, arrogant and pleased. Was it possible to die from too much pleasure?

"Didn't I tell you stay quiet?" I responded in gibberish -- my attempt at apologizing totally failing.

I dimly registered his demonic chuckle as he slapped my ass before giving it a good squeeze, before going into overdrive with speed.

"Look at that pussy take my dick. Finally got it just about broken in." Another harsh smack was delivered.

My squeal of outrage was drowned out. "Yes!!!" He roared as he finished with a thrust that almost split me in half.

He finished with three strokes and gently withdrew before turning me over and wiping the tears from my face with many kisses and murmured endearments.

"Come on 'lil bit time for a bit of after care. I know I was hard on it, but that pussy..." He sighed deeply," You completely undo me." I was gently washed and fed and put to bed and cuddled all night.

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"What about last night?," he challenged.

Sniffing primly she glared at him, "I should have you charged with reckless endangerment." Her stern look failed as she collapsed in giggles.

Dax's response was to take her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Responding with equal passion, her hands tangling in his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, she anchored him to her as if she couldn't get close enough.

They broke apart, panting. Slowly regaining their senses.

"Husband, I feel quite satisfied, and I love you - almost more than coffee."

Dax watched her making her way to the coffee pot. His wife wore his robe with a regal air, trailing it behind her. He watched her gingerly movements with a small smile, the lingering effects their night of marital hijinks. Yep, I did my job and I did it well.

Perching on a barstool at the kitchen island, Lulu arched an eyebrow at her husband intently tapping away on his tablet.

"What type of programming madness are you up to now?" she teased, as she sipped her steaming coffee.

Dax looked up, his eyes sparkling with more than a dash of mischief. "Just a little something to make your corporate litigation antics look like child's play," he boasted, sliding the tablet across the sleek surface for her to see. Walking around the counter he slowly approached.

With narrowed eyes she looked at Dax's latest project -- a program that promised to revolutionize the practice of law by turning everyone into an instant lawyer and putting the entire power of the law into an interactive app.

"You fucker, you! Are you actively trying to put me out of business?" she demanded.

Shooting her a grin, he quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Yep. Had to do it, only way I'll get you to myself, you've left me no recourse. And don't worry so hard. It's smart, but I promise you it doesn't hold a candle to the complexity of Lulu Wilde."

"Mmm hmm." This man loves using my married name.

Cocking her head towards the living room Lulu listened carefully. "Nuh-uh It's too quiet."

With stealthy and quick steps the parents rushed back to the living room.

"I knew It! FREEZE! You little felons!"

The babies have staged a prison break and are just about to scale the baby gate. The unscalable baby gate. They've used their little plastic chairs and their 98th Percentile height to advantage. I suspect this is April's idea, she's usually the ring leader and her brother backs her right up.

Squeals and giggles ensue as the parents come and dismantle their makeshift ladder. Dax easily steps over the gate. They'd just learned to walk and the twins were a blur of motion as they attempted to evade their long-armed father. Her heart swelled at the sight of her little hellions in action.

With a chuckle he easily caught the two. "Ah, the fruits of our combined genius," Dax drawled. A child under each arm. "We need to get to work on making more of these rascals."

"Please. You worked at it just fine last night. Besides you can barely handle these two." Lulu scoffed.

Dax sat them down and the two went right back to their wrecking crew detail.

"What you need to get to work on is a self-cleaning living room. Looks like a damned tornado came through here." Lulu chortled, watching an airborne stuffed bear narrowly miss a lamp.

"I will add it to the list of future inventions," Dax replied with a chuckle, both took a moment to revel in the beautiful chaos.

Book 2 Chapter 2

I stood at the window of the Carlyle hotel, looking out at the city under a bright blue moon. As much as I didn't want to be there, this event was for a good cause supporting women in need in India. But social events like these were necessary for Lulu's business moves. Surrounded by well-dressed guests and live jazz, I tried to shake off my frustration. Suddenly, I saw my wife's smile reflected in the window and turned around to find her with a fresh drink for me. Once again, I marveled at how she stood out even among the glittering crowd.

She smiled at me and said, "I know you don't like these formal events, but I'm glad you're here with me. I have a surprise for you." She handed me something small and silky from her clutch. It took me a moment to realize they were her panties. She winked and whispered in my ear before quickly pulling away.

"Now, it's a party."

Lulu laughed, "Party favors, ya know. That should keep you happy until we leave."

I gave them a deep sniff before tucking them into my breast pocket.

My happiness at the thought of a panty-less Lulu was short-lived as Angela Bonneaux made her way towards us. Tall, blonde and cunning as ever, her presence was irksome to say the least. It's almost as if she's taken up residence in the city, of late everywhere I turn there she is. To compound this latest bit of fuckery, her date for the evening is David Pratt, Lulu's former work nemesis who had been fired for shady practices. But like most of his kind, he seems to have bounced right back.

Angela, dressed in a flashy gold dress, slinked up to me with a suggestive smile. Is she already drunk? And why is she making such obvious advances when my wife is right here? Refusing to entertain her, I simply nodded in greeting and turned to focus on my wife.

Angela went on to make a little speech that revealed she was clearly either on some sort of bender or perhaps had a death wish.

"Dax," she purred, "you're looking exceptionally dashing this evening." Her tone was soft and seductive, an annoying reminder of the past.

"Isn't it fascinating to see how money changes a man for the better? Nerdy little Dax all grown up and outshining every man in the room, who'd have thunk it, right?"

Lulu smiled slyly before attacking. "What's with the 'mean girl' behavior, Angela?" Her voice was smooth yet dangerous. "I fail to see the insult in being called a nerd. Intelligence is all the rage now - it's the new 'sexy', darling. And I would know as he's my husband, hot as hell and fun as fuuuck." She concluded by raising her champagne glass towards me and giving me a saucy wink. Her words were filled with undeniable pride, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

But then her face slowly transformed as she handed me her champagne glass and stepped to Angela with a long slow look so predatory it sent shivers down my spine.

She pitched her voice low enough not to be heard beyond our immediate circle.

"My husband is a kind and gentle man. I'm not. I am not kind. I am not gentle. That's why he and I make such a good team. I do not like how you are popping up all over the place, everywhere we go, there you are. I don't know what you're about. I don't care what you're about. But you are giving me serious psycho vibes. Consider your next steps carefully. Stay away."

Watching the color drain from Angela's face was gratifying.

Damn! That's my Lulu. That's who I married.

My wife took my hand and hauled me away. Which was kind of funny as I've seen her do this with the babies in dangerous and less than ideal situations. I know enough not to resist or god forbid laugh. I like my balls just where they are and intact.