Chapter Five: The Better Man
Kendall wakes up wet and giddy. In the shower, she rubs her smooth pussy with a smile. Yesterday, after James left, Kendall cleaned up quickly before going to pick up her family. She hardly had them home before she left to go get waxed, and when she returned she was sore but smiling. She called Jackson a cuck again over supper, and not even the resulting argument could sour her mood.
It had only been two days since James fucked her, but two days without his eleven-inch dick stretching her wide was beginning to feel like torture. It didn't help that he visited her on both of those two days, though she did enjoy those visits and learned a lot more about herself as a person. Before bed, she prepared herself a bag of ice for after James ruined her, and she looks forward to using it.
The morning passes at a crawl. Everyone in the house moves slowly or drags their feet entirely, except for Kendall, who moves like a whirlwind to make up for them. She has the car packed and is ready to leave before everyone else has even finished breakfast, and she uses the extra time to check herself in the mirror. She wears James' special clothes underneath her normal clothes again, but even then she doesn't wear a bra. Her nipples show through both shirts, they are so swollen with expectation. Jackson seems to notice and steals glances, and somehow Kendall feels like she is betraying James each time. She puts on another shirt to try and hide her arousal.
Jackson leaves the kitchen to let the girls finish breakfast. Joining Kendall in the bedroom, he stares at her for a few seconds before speaking. "Kendall, are you alright?"
Kendall has her shirt partway on as he says it and finishes pulling it on before responding. She adjusts it, pulling it to make it fit right, checking herself in the mirror to make sure it hides her nipples. It does but only slightly. Afterward, she gives Jackson an exasperated smile. "Of course, I am. Why do you ask?"
"You just...you seem on edge this morning." Jackson stuffs his hands into his pockets and straightens his posture. He is a handsome man with dark hair and dark eyes, and looking at him, Kendall loves him dearly. She even feels guilty about what she will do later that day, but she will also do it, and she will let nothing stop her.
"I'm just ready to start the day," she says, imagining James' hard dick filling her throat. She looks over his shoulders. "Think the girls are done?"
Jackson blinks a few times and then sighs. "Yeah, I'll go check." He pauses in the doorway, staring at her. "I love you."
Kendall gives him a smile and, speaking from the heart, offers the most sincere, "I love you, too, cuck." From there, the morning passes normally. Kendall drops Jackson off without a word and then leaves the girls at their daycare. On the way home she speeds, and she arrives before James does. Inside, she strips to find her shorts wet with her arousal.
James arrives without a word, entering the house and sauntering in full of confidence. Kendall greets him with equal confidence, her pussy slick and nipples showing through her top. When she smiles, he smiles back humorlessly, devoid of good cheer. Only arousal and rage exist inside of his eyes. "You look excited."
Kendall chews her bottom lip to hide her smile. Her eyes flash as she looks upon him. "I think you'll be excited when you see what I did."
"Oh?" James lifts his eyebrows while regarding her girlish giddiness. "You got something to show me, slut?"
Kendall, toying with the hem of her shorts, nods. She uses her arms to wedge her breasts together and deepen her cleavage. Her pink nipples show, erect, through the thin fabric of her top. Her arousal is evident even in the goosebumps on her arms.
James seats himself on the couch. "Then show me, girl."
Smiling more, Kendall murmurs, "Okay!" She removes her shirt first, leaving it on the floor beside her while swaying her hips to an unheard beat. Then, she holds her shorts open, revealing her glistening peach. James whistles when he sees it, the soft, smooth folds wet and shining upon appearance. Standing with her legs parted, Kendall displays herself for him, holding her lips open to show off her shiny pink insides.
James reaches forward, jamming his hand into her pants and forcing his fingers up against her. In the past, Kendall would have been bothered by his brazenness. Today, she revels in it. When his rough finger enters her, she coos, leaning against his arm. That lone finger, combined with her excitement, is enough to reward her with a small orgasm that leaves her shorts even wetter. Noticing, James responds with a laugh. "Like that, slut?"
Hugging his arm through the pleasure, Kendall nods. "Yes, daddy." She stares up into his eyes, whimpering. "What about you? Do you like it, daddy?"
James grunts and removes his finger. Wiping it on her bare breasts, he says, "Feels smooth, but I ain't seen it clear enough to know whether I like it or not." Sauntering back, James places himself heavily on the couch. Kendall follows him, bunching her shorts and pulling them tight against her vulva on the way. James watches and says, "Take 'em off so I can get a good look at you."
